After Wang Rong left in disappointment, she happened to meet a group of her best friends. She couldn’t help but complain about what she encountered just now at Wen Nuannuan and Ye Maosheng. She is also a gossiper, and her best friends also love gossip.
Moreover, the news broke out between Ye Maosheng and He Qing today, and these women wanted to know more whether Ye Maosheng and Wen Nuannuan were going to divorce.
The four women were chatting with each other in one sentence. When talking about Ye Maosheng and Wen Nuannuan kissing, Wang Rong deliberately vividly imitated the sour words that Wen Nuannuan had just buried her head in Ye Maosheng’s chest. I hate it, husband, someone is here. Let you eat enough when you get home, so you can bear it now. .
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Rong saw Jun Luochuan walking towards her. Her face changed drastically. She quickly pushed away her best friend. Her sour facial expression immediately turned into a charming smile. She quickly sorted out her hair and shouted in a coquettish voice: “Young Master Jun, you are here.”
Jun Luochuan didn’t even look at Wang Rong, and walked coldly towards Wang Rong and Wang Rong’s best friend.
But Wang Rong and Wang Rong’s best friends were not angry because of Jun Luochuan’s coldness. Instead, they were like girls who were spring, covering their faces with their hands and their eyes with pink love bubbles. They said in a daze: “So handsome, so cool. He is not married yet, I want to marry him.”
“He is a major general, and the grandson of the Jun family. People who look like this are angry with God. God is so kind to him. I really don’t know what kind of girl he likes. I really want to become what he likes, marry him, and give birth to a monkey for him.”
Jun Luochuan’s mood is extremely bad at this moment, because he heard Wang Rong and the others’ conversation just now, and even heard Wang Rong’s vivid imitation of Wen Nuannuan.
When he thought that Wen Nuannuan would do intimate things with Ye Maosheng after he went back tonight, and even was pressed by Ye Maosheng, the hostility that surged out of his body became stronger and stronger.
He himself didn’t even feel his face getting darker and darker, just like the misty sky, the prelude to the coming of a storm.