Never leave my wife: I won't date the president if he remarries

The second young master said, Su Wuxi is a guest.

"I asked where you heard it from." She looked very cold, and her indifferent tone came from Su Wuxi's mouth.

The little girl who looked so pure and sweet on weekdays looked like a demon at this moment, staring at the two of them as if trying to pierce them through.

"Miss Su, these are all rumors from outside."

"Why don't I know!" shouted in a cold voice, Su Wuxi's eyes full of sadness these days became sharper.

"Miss Su, we really don't know about this. Ben, we didn't allow the servants to discuss it. Please forgive us." The two glanced at the gate in a panic, fearing that Mo Jinyuan would come back suddenly.

"Pack up your things and get the hell out." A hoarse and magnetic voice sounded, Mo Jinyuan appeared at the door, the car key in his hand was turning quickly between his fingers.

Brothers of the Mo family never care about right and wrong, only these odd jobs are so talkative.

Several people stared blankly at the man who appeared at the door, Su Wuxi left a mocking smile on his face, turned and walked upstairs.

At this time, she felt as if she had overturned the bitter water in her heart, and smiled at herself, that she was so famous.

The two bodyguards rolled towards the door nodding and bowing. Mo Jinyuan kicked them vigorously and chased after Su Wuxi's leaving figure angrily.

But he never wanted to hear Su Wuxi's suppressed crying at the door of the bedroom. The incomparably strong woman in the past no longer exists, which arouses pity.

Looking at the steamed steamed buns in his hand, it was Su Wuxi's favorite food.

He raised his hand and wanted to push the door open, but suddenly there was no sound, and the door was slammed open. Su Wuxi stared at him in a daze with red eyes like rabbits.

The knock on the door stopped in mid-air, and the two were a little embarrassed for a moment.

"I won't just be at the mercy of others." It seemed that the sobbing he heard just now was just his own illusion, except for those red and swollen eyes.

For a moment, the joke that came to his lips was suppressed abruptly.

"I think it's some reckless person who dares to bully you! I haven't bullied enough, he started!" He made a relaxed look, but his face was gloomy and terrifying.

Su Wuxi in the room, when he heard his joking words, forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, and did not respond to him.

Before waiting for her answer, Mo Jinyuan only felt a little irritable, and stuffed two steamed buns into his mouth with all his strength, and his puffy look was a little cute.

It seems that everyone is talking about it, and they can't hide it after all. We must find out the truth behind this scene.

"My Yuan family doesn't need such a person. For the sake of taking care of the Yuan family for so many years, go by yourself."

Yuan's villa.

An indifferent voice sounded in the living room. He turned his back to the person behind him, and his clenched fists did not conceal his anger at this time.

He tried hard to suppress it.

"He Ting, I can't blame Auntie, I believe Auntie didn't mean to slander her." A woman's noble voice sounded, making people think of the beautiful white swan.

Zhong Linlan took small steps, glanced lazily at the man's tall back, and sat gently on the sofa, with his thin lips slightly parted.

"Get out!" For some reason, Yuan Heting suddenly roared furiously, and the boiling water in the cup on the coffee table rippled layer upon layer.

He didn't want anyone to maliciously slander Su Wuxi.

The reprimanded aunt shivered, and looked at Zhong Linlan with begging eyes, never wanting to receive a cold stare, she bit her lower lip, turned and walked towards her room.

After a while, he came out with a small bag, and bowed deeply to Yuan Heting's back.

"You don't need to say, I originally planned to drive him out of Yuan's house directly..." Sensing the woman behind him getting up, Yuan Heting suddenly spoke, his voice softened, but there was a trace of impatience.

He got up, walked to the study, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a familiar number that he could no longer be familiar with.

"Wuxi, I'm sorry. I've kicked her out." The man's familiar and seductive voice came from the phone.

Su Wuxi, who thought he had completely let go, was shocked as if being shocked by an electric shock.

The past of the two kept showing up in her mind like a movie. She took a deep breath, forced herself to forget those things, and hung up the phone with a snap.

Standing in front of the window, Yuan Heting's expression was cloudy and uncertain, and a cold voice came from the phone, completely isolating him from Su Wuxi.

"Listen to me, this matter is that I have no way to discipline my servants and let my servants maliciously hurt you outside. I am willing to give you compensation. I only hope that you can be well now. I am sorry for you."

"Any compensation, as long as you ask, I will give you."

Yuan Heting knew that Su Wuxi was venting his anger at this time and would not answer his phone.

Holding his mobile phone, he edited a text message, his tone was more like that of an old friend, with encouragement.

But never thought that the phone rang like a reminder, and the word Su Wuxi danced uneasily on the screen.

He hesitated.

After a long time, like a century, he pressed the answer button heavily.

Before he could open his mouth, a lonely and indifferent voice sounded like a world away.

"Yuan Heting, I don't want your compensation, I just beg you not to provoke me again! We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have made a very important decision, and Yuan Heting could even hear her heavy breathing, like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart every time.

It's a dull pain.

Her thin lips parted slightly, trying to say something, but she didn't say it after all.

"Your own people, take care of yourself. If there is another time, I, Su Wuxi, will definitely not be the one to be bullied."

How could she not know that it was actually Zhong Linlan who slandered her behind her back, and she just resorted to tricks to pass the blame on to her aunt at home.

But the ridiculous thing is that Yuan Heting only believed in Zhong Linlan.

Thinking of this, Su Wuxi hangs up the phone without waiting for him to speak, and the ironic smile on the corner of his mouth never fades away.

She raised her hand to untangle the hair on her forehead, her bright face was a little embarrassed.

Yuan Heting, who was standing alone, remained silent, and the woman beside him thoughtfully handed him a cup of coffee.

"Thank you." He spit out two words lightly, but his eyes never fell on her.

His seemingly undisciplined eyes drifted into the distance, but he recalled Su Wuxi's words just now in his mind. He fell into deep self-blame for this incident, but he didn't expect that he would not even be given a chance to make amends.

"He Ting, find a way to suppress this matter, after all, she has been involved with the Yuan family before." Zhong Linlan said softly, exuding the Yuan family's Su Wuxi aura from top to bottom.

Faced with such a sophisticated, tactful and sensible Zhong Linlan, Yuan Heting felt that he lacked human touch, as if the whole Yuan family had become cold, and everything was going step by step.

It's like a big manor of a slave owner.

Without that kind of laughter, there is no popularity.

"I see, rest. I'm tired." The night gradually opened, and under the bright moonlight, the branches cast mottled shadows on the windows.

Everything seemed so still.

Zhong Linlan hesitated to speak.After all, she turned around and left, she felt different emotions from Yuan Heting, he seemed to be missing something.

And don't let her know.

"Su Wuxi, one day, I will kill you." With a smile on her face but gnashing of teeth in her heart, she gently closed the door.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Yuan Heting finally moved.Putting the coffee in his hand on the desk, he pursed his lips.

He doesn't like coffee.

Perhaps Zhong Linlan's handling of things was too smooth, and when taking care of her, he seemed very unfamiliar, making him who was used to Su Wuxi's meticulous care of her feel uncomfortable.

Thinking of the three years of marriage with Su Wuxi, the two lived together, he would personally take care of his daily life every day, but Zhong Linlan just kept on time and asked the nanny to wake him up.

Depressedly lit a cigarette, the dense smoke lingered on his fingertips, he took two sharp puffs, got up and walked towards the bed in the study.

Sleeping restlessly all night, he had a dream.

At this time, the balance in his heart involuntarily tilted towards Su Wuxi.

In the early morning, the bright sunlight shines on his handsome face quietly through the gaps in the curtains, and the beautiful outline seems to be coated with a layer of golden light, like a worshiped god.

Such a handsome and charming man, but at this moment, his brows were slightly frowned, and he woke up from his dream.

Yuan Heting subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the glare of the sun, and then thought of the woman who would turn sideways to shield herself from the sun every morning, Su Wuxi.

"Sir, Madam bought breakfast. Please go down and share breakfast." The servant's respectful voice pulled him back from his thoughts, and he answered with a sleepy voice from the study.

Wearing casual and lazy casual clothes, he looked like a man who walked out of a painting. Zhong Linlan, who was sitting at the dining table waiting for him, was also amazed.

There was an exaggerated smile on her face, but in Yuan Heting's eyes, it was so dazzling.

Without those mischievous smiles, it made him a little unnatural.

"He Ting, I bought a nutritious breakfast." When she sat at the dining table, Zhong Lin Lan spoke, but it was a servant who set the dishes for him.

He nodded lightly, lacking in interest.

After taking a sip of Zhong Linlan's handmade soy milk, he missed the porridge that Su Wuxi cooked for himself even more, although sometimes it would be mushy.

But make yourself happy.

Even breakfast can be eaten with gusto and interest, and the balance in his heart can't help but tilt towards Su Wuxi, that clever but clumsy woman.

After eating a few quick bites, looking at Zhong Linlan who was eating breakfast elegantly, he suddenly lost his appetite, and he missed every day of Su Wuxi even more in his heart.

"I'll go first." He didn't change into his work suit, so he casually walked out of the house and walked towards the garage.

At this moment, he only had a strong feeling that he wanted to see Su Wuxi.

Mojia.

"Hey, Su Wuxi, are you planning to hold on to death?" Mo Jinyuan sarcastically looked at Su Wuxi who was devouring the food.