The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Have dinner and walk out of the restaurant.

Jiang Nianwei looked at Huo Baiyuan who was walking ahead, she trot two steps to catch up, and put her hand into Huo Baiyuan's palm.

The movements are natural and skillful, as she used to do in the past.

This time, Huo Baiyuan stopped, and turned his head to look at Jiang Nianwei.

Jiang Nianwei gave Huo Baiyuan a nice smile.

Huo Baiyuan didn't have any expressions, and let go of Jiang Nianwei's hand unmovingly, and continued to move forward.

Jiang Nianwei was stunned, thinking that Huo Baiyuan was still angry, catching up with him, and muttering: "I have been coaxing you for dinner just now. When will you stop being angry?"

Huo Baiyuan did not speak.

Jiang Nianwei couldn't bear it, and suddenly pulled the man back, and said angrily, "Why keep showing me, even if I go abroad, I will come back now. I told you before that I will soon Come back, let you wait for me."

Jiang Nianwei has been spoiled since childhood, accidentally annoyed Huo Baiyuan, she softened her attitude and said two good things, and Huo Baiyuan didn't bother to care about her.

But this time, after she sighed so many times in a low voice, Huo Baiyuan still had a calm face, completely ignoring her.

"So, can you leave without saying goodbye?" Huo Baiyuan turned his head and stared at Jiang Nianwei coldly, his brows were raised, and a handsome face was stained with irritation: "Just tell me when you arrive at the airport that you are going to study abroad. . Waiting for you? Why do you take it for granted that I will wait for you?"

The sky is getting dark, neon lights on the street are shining, and there are busy traffic.

With beautiful music fluttering in the restaurant, Jiang Nianwei stretched out her slender fingers and fiddled with her long wavy hair. Without going through the menu, she skillfully reported a few dishes to the waiter, then raised her head and looked at Huo Baiyuan on the opposite side.

"Look, I still remember your taste."

This is the restaurant she and Huo Baiyuan often visit, and they order the same thing every time.

The waiter was preparing to leave with the menu.

Huo Baiyuan stopped him and said, "Add another fish soup."

Jiang Nianwei held his chin, stared at Huo Baiyuan with tender eyes, smiled very well, and slowly said, "How are you doing this year when I am away?"

There was no expression on Huo Baiyuan's face: "It's okay."

Jiang Nianwei looked at him, curled her lips, a little unhappy: "You are still angry, you are still blaming me, right?"

Huo Baiyuan didn't speak.

Jiang Nianwei bit her lip and said aggrieved: "When you are angry, why marry another woman? Do you know how sad I was when I heard the news of your marriage when I came back."

Huo Baiyuan raised his eyes to look at her, and said coldly: "I said, if you dare to go, I dare to marry someone else."

Jiang Nianwei was speechless for a while.

She was indeed the one who left without saying goodbye.

After being silent for a while, Jiang Nianwei showed an extremely confident smile again: "Although I don't know why you married you, I know that you must be forced. How can you look at that kind of woman, your favorite person? ,it's me."

Huo Baiyuan looked away and stopped talking.

Soon, the waiter brought the dishes to the table, with a bowl of creamy fish soup in the center.

Huo Baiyuan picked up the bowl, scooped a few spoons of fish soup, and picked out the fish that was not pierced, then handed the bowl to Jiang Nianwei.

Jiang Nianwei looked at the fish soup in front of her, not knowing why: "What do you mean?"

Huo Baiyuan looked at her and said, "Don't you like fish most?"

Jiang Nianwei suddenly laughed angrily: "Bai Yuan, are you kidding me? I'm allergic to fish!"

Huo Baiyuan gave his hand with the soup bowl.

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