Jiang Zhao raised his feet, pulled off his high heels and hit Song Muchen on the head.

Probably because he didn't expect Jiang Zhao to resist him, Song Muchen's expression was dull for a moment, but the next second, his anger was overwhelming.

"How dare you fight with me?" The man's teeth clenched, "I really underestimated you before."

"Ha," Jiang Zhao was not afraid at all, "I think you only dare to fight with me. You don't even dare to fart in front of Wei Lan."

"Song Muchen, I really looked up to you before."

"you wanna die!"

The man was completely irritated by her words, and struck her face with his fist.

Jiang Zhao's hair was grabbed, and she struggled a few times, unable to get out. She was about to receive a punch. She had an idea, and stabbed Song Muchen in the eye with her high heels.

Song Muchen was startled, and subconsciously let go of his hand to avoid, but Jiang Zhao did not give up, but chased after him aggressively.

"I tolerate you because I like you, do you really think that I have no temper at all? Song Muchen, you are going too far!"

Jiang Zhao's voice was full of grievance, and her words sounded like she was being coquettish, but she swung the shoe in her hand neatly without any hesitation.

On the contrary, Song Muchen was forced to retreat steadily by her, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed her wrist: "That's enough, I'll really be rude if you keep messing around!"

"Okay, then come on!" Jiang Zhao was restrained by him. Instead of struggling, he stepped forward, "Come on, come on, strangle me to death like you did that day. If you strangle me to death, you can fight with your sister Wei Lan."

We’re together now.”

Song Muchen finally got tired of her messing around and threw her to the ground: "I'll say it again..."

"You can't mention your beloved sister Wei Lan, right?" Jiang Zhao seemed to want to vent all the resentment he had accumulated over the past few months at once, "Yes, I am indeed not worthy to be compared with her, but you are worthy enough to survive being rejected."

My heart has been carefully loved for so many years."

"Coward!"

The consequence of having a happy mouth is that the body needs to suffer some pain.

Looking back on what happened after that night, Jiang Zhao still feels a little confused. He doesn't know how they got into a fight, and they don't know how they ended up fighting back to the bedroom, and they don't know how they ended up fighting on the bed.

Like two wild beasts, the two people were entangled with each other, biting and fighting until death.

After daybreak, the consequences of indulgence began to show.

Jiang Zhao was paralyzed in the quilt, his whole body was sore and limp, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

On the other hand, the man beside him, even though his body was covered with purple bite marks and fingerprints, he was still able to get up on time and work on the computer.

Jiang Zhao rolled his eyes toward the sky and turned his head, not wanting to look at this person again.

There was a buzzing sound from the cell phone on the bedside table. Jiang Zhao picked it up, looked at it, and put it back again.

Song Muchen glanced over indifferently: "Why don't you answer?"

Jiang Zhao pulled up the quilt, leaving him with a stubborn back of his head.

The sound of keyboard tapping came again from behind, and Jiang Zhao closed his eyes.

After a while, the knocking stopped.

"Whose call just now?"

Jiang Zhao frowned and pulled the quilt over his head.

"Jiang Zhao!"

Jiang Zhao lifted the quilt with a sigh, exposed his upper body and looked at Song Muchen: "What are you doing? Do you want to fight again?"

Song Muchen was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why, but Jiang Zhao always caught him off guard.

But in an instant, he readjusted his expression: "I'm warning you, don't provoke Wei Lan in the future, otherwise I will never let you go."

Jiang Zhao crossed his arms across his chest and looked wildly up and down Song Muchen's upper body: "Song Muchen, do you think you still have any deterrent power against me now?"

Song Muchen's face darkened: "Do you think I will give you a chance to be so presumptuous?"

"Haha," Jiang Zhao sneered, lifted the quilt and stepped out of bed, "What a joke, do you think I should give you a chance to continue hurting me?"

"Want to cause drama about breaking up again?" Song Muchen didn't move, "You'd better think carefully before speaking."

"I have thought about it very clearly." Jiang Zhao twisted his waist, "The mistress of the Song family, why should I give up such a good position to others."
Chapter completed!