Lu Xiaomu looked at him, and his tone, he really wanted to hit him a few times.

This bastard is ruthless enough.

"I can get you, what do you have that heart" This guy, does he have a deep hatred for Ye Liting, and he is still so ruthless.

"You don't understand things between men, and you can't understand them." Lan Jue Ming was very serious.

Lu Xiaomu twisted his eyebrows.

"Come on, it's like who hasn't seen a man."

"Originally, you women don't understand some hatred between men." What Lan Jue Ming actually wants to say is the hatred of taking his wife.

But he didn't say anything in the end.

Lu Xiaomu twisted his eyebrows.

Then he shook his head, speechless, really speechless, but it seemed to make some sense.

The hatred between men and men is not the same as the hatred between women and women.

Women can make trouble for small things, and hatred between men must be a big thing.

"What I just said, how about thinking about it, come with me?"

Lu Xiaomu stared at him for a few seconds and said.

"Not how."

"Okay, you still have a chance before Ye Li Ting dies." He was a serious man.

Lu Xiaomu ignored him and turned his eyes to look out the window.

After 20 minutes, the car stopped in front of the house.

Lu Xiaomu suddenly looked at the extra car on the parking apron, and she wrinkled her eyebrows.

"Who's"

Lan Jue glanced at her.

"What"

Lu Xiaomu ignored him, opened the car door and walked down.

Lan Jue Ming followed.

Lu Xiaomu opened the door and went in, and heard someone talking and laughing with Zhang's mother.

Moreover, the voice sounded very harmonious, as if chatting with a very familiar person, talking about everything.

Moreover, Zhang's mother was full of praise and laughter.

Lu Xiaomu changed her shoes in the fantasy place, walked over, and looked at Jiang Chengling sitting on the sofa, she was stunned for a few moments.

"Brother Ling"

Jiang Chengling, who looked like a gentleman, looked at her coming back and quickly stood up.

"It's me, you're okay" he asked if she was drunk last night, okay today

Lu Xiaomu swallowed his saliva.

"It's fine."

"I don't have a headache today," he said in a very gentle voice.

"No, it doesn't hurt." Lu Xiaomu felt a little embarrassed last night, but he didn't know if he was drunk and crazy later, and said that he didn't say something that shouldn't be said.

I hope I didn't say it

Lan Jueming, who was following behind Lu Xiaomu, was already surprised the second he saw Jiang Chengling, and listened to the conversation between the two of them.

"Who the hell is he," he asked, stammering.

Lu Xiaomu walked over and said casually.

"Friends."

Jiang Chengling also saw Lan Jue, but he didn't ask who it was, he knew that there were many boys who liked her since childhood, so there was no shortage of the opposite sex around him.

The smart Lan Jue Ming could see at a glance the tenderness in Jiang Chengling's eyes towards Lu Xiaomu.

And that kind of love that only he can clearly feel belongs to men and women.

"Your surname"

Lan Jue said in a tone like his own master, and sat down on the sofa very casually, his feet still cocked.

It looks like he is the master, and Jiang Chengling is the guest.

Looking at him, the corners of Jiang Chengling's lips rose slightly.

"Hello, my name is Jiang Chengling, Xiao Mu's childhood friend."

Jiang Chengling hit the nail on the head.

His words seemed nothing on the surface, but in fact, it made Lan Jueming instantly jealous.

He's a childhood playmate, so what is he?

"What do you mean?"