LETTING LOOSE AFTER MARRYING A TYCOON

Chapter 182- 192

Chapter 182: Song Fei is Dead

Song Fei was curled up on the sofa as if she had no bones. She was playing Miracle Nuan Nuan. After putting on her costume, Song Fei clicked "submit" and even used a critical immunity skill during the PK.

In the end...

She failed!

Song Fei's lips twitched as she stared at the word failure. "Trash game!" It's time-consuming and wasted money!

The doorknob of the main door suddenly turned. Song Fei heard a slight sound and hurriedly kept her cell phone. She looked up and saw Yan Jiang pushing the door open and walking in.

Yan Jiang was carrying a bag. His clothes were wrinkled and he looked very fatigued.

Yan Jiang had been very busy recently. He didn't expect the case he was in charge of to cause such a stir. He had worked overtime for two consecutive days and finally had half a day off today. He came back from work at noon.

Walking into the house, Yan Jiang instinctively touched his own hair when he saw Song Fei in the living room. It had been a few days since he washed his hair and his short hair was sticking up in a greasy bun. This ruined his handsome image in Song Fei's heart.

"You're back?" Yan Jiang grinned at Song Fei. Without the support of the stars, the once number one handsome man in the entertainment circles looked silly and innocent.

Song Fei pinched her nose in disgust at the stench of sweat on Yan Jiang's body. "You stink."

"I will go take a shower now." Yan Jiang hurried into the toilet and took a quick shower. He even scrubbed his hair twice.

He came out of the toilet wearing a t-shirt and shorts. When he saw Song Fei leaning against the wall, he instantly stopped moving.

Song Fei snorted and tossed the pants on the bed to Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang quickly put on his pants and was embarrassed. He coughed and pretended to be calm as he walked up to Song Fei and stood beside her.

"What are you playing?" Glancing at Song Fei's cell phone and seeing that she was playing Miracle Nuan Nuan, Yan Jiang felt somewhat helpless. "You're still playing this? You've already charged 20,000 yuan, but I don't see any results."

Song Fei was very unhappy with this game and couldn't help complaining. "There's something wrong with this game designer's brain. He doesn't know how to appreciate aesthetics!" Every set of mine is obviously very nice, but I kept failing. It's unfair!

"Let me help you." Yan Jiang took Song Fei's cell phone, looked at the PK theme, casually clicked on a few sets of equipment for Nuan Nuan, and submitted them.

Very soon, the PK ended with Yan Jiang's complete victory.

"Look, it's perfect." Yan Jiang returned the phone to Song Fei.

Song Fei looked down at the perfect score on the screen, her eyes turning cold. "My aesthetic standards has no problem." She would never admit that she didn't understand aesthetics.

Yan Jiang replied, "No, there's something wrong with your taste."

"I dare you to say that again." Song Fei raised her brows and stared at Yan Jiang threateningly.

Yan Jiang spoke as if he was facing death with equanimity. "If you really have no problem with your aesthetic standards, you would have agreed to be my girlfriend long ago. You don't even fancy such a good-looking person like me and even said that your aesthetic standards are good..."