Women are Complicated

In the eyes of the woman, Lan Yanzhi looked like he could hardly wait to fly back to his beloved from the way he was rushing towards Mu Sihan.

Although the woman was unwilling, she had to admit that the two of them sitting together was super pleasing to the eyes.

Thinking about it, a flirtatious and charming young master, could probably only be conquered by the arrogant and wild Young Master Mu. If they did anything more, it would probably make her nose bleed to death.

Lan Yanzhi had his heart set on Mu Sihan's phone. If he had known the thoughts of the woman, he would have kicked her away and retorted, "Having an overactive imagination is an illness, you should treat it!"

Mu Sihan had received a picture of Nan Zhi, who had just come out of the bathroom wearing a nightgown after taking a bath. Her long brown hair was wet over her shoulders. She was holding a towel with two hands and she was wiping off the beads of water from her hair with her head tilted.

Her small face was fair and exquisite and her lips were bright red, as if they had been roughly kissed by him.

Mu Sihan put a cigar to his thin lips and stared at it for a long time. As the screen darkened, he unlocked it and brightened his screen.

The woman after her bath looked ravishing, like a lotus flower which had risen from under water through the mud, and without the charm of makeup, she looked as exquisite and pure as a college student who had just entered campus.

Her figure in the nightgown was slim and delicate, not at all like a woman who had given birth to a child.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and took the phone from Mu Sihan's hand.

Before Lan Yanzhi could clearly see what the woman looked like in the picture, the phone was snatched back by the agile Mu Sihan.

At the same time, Lan Yanzhi got a good kick on his calf by the other party.

"F*ck, Fourth Brother you didn't have to kick me so hard!" Lan Yanzhi cried out unhappily, "When have I hidden my porn pictures from you? The one you're looking at must be wearing a strapped skirt, let me see it!"

Mu Sihan stood up from the sofa, his tall figure imposing as he was hidden in the dim light. A volatile air of hostility reflected from his dark eyes.

Lan Yanzhi saw that Mu Sihan was about to lose his temper and tried to calm him down. "Alright, alright. If Fourth Brother doesn't want to let me see, then I won't look."

Mu Sihan snorted derisively and walked out of the room with his phone.

He did not walk far. His long body leaned against the wall, a slender leg bent lazily and he looked at his phone again.

Other than sending a picture of herself after bathing, the woman did not send any text.

Playing tricks with him again?

Mu Sihan frowned and felt a little annoyed.

He sent an exclamation mark back with a sullen face.

One minute, two minutes… five minutes and there was still no reply.

The anger that could easily flare up in his body began to creep up uncontrollably. At this moment, he had the urge to rush into the hospital, pull out that scheming woman and give her a good beating.

…

The woman who he was thinking about harshly at shuddered as she felt a cold shiver crawl up her spine.

Looking at Xiaojie, who was messing around with her phone, Nan Zhi walked over and took it back from him. "Darling, it's late, time to rest."

Xiaojie frowned angrily. He had not seen such a non-conversational person before. He had already secretly taken a picture of Pretty Zhizhi after her bath and sent it over. That cool uncle should have replied with something like "You're pretty", "I like you", "Can we date", right? He actually replied with a "!". What kind of response was that?!

What a temper!

What if he is fierce towards my Pretty Zhizhi in the future?

Well, he did not want to respond to him. Fortunately, he had already moved him out of the friends list before Pretty Zhizhi took back her phone.

Nan Zhi's mood became good after going to Junyuan's office. Junyuan had said that he had found a suitable bone marrow for Xiaojie.

This meant that she would not have to deliberately look for Xiaojie's biological father.

She smiled as she hummed a pleasant tune and took her phone back, completely unaware that she was almost betrayed by her precious son.