Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

"Ma'am." Sheng Chun couldn't help but interjected: "Mr. has been looking for you in the middle of the night."

But she took out her mobile phone, looked at the time, and said ruthlessly, "It's only three o'clock in the morning, and it's not midnight yet."

"However, if you continue to spend here, it will really be midnight."

She put away her cell phone and the expression on her face, turned around and walked out.

The light inside the Ye Zhuang was darker, and it became more and more quiet. In the corridor, there was only the sound of her boots hitting the ground, which was not so crisp.

Stuffy, very similar to the mood at the moment, I can't tell where it's blocked, but it's not comfortable.

When she was about to get into the car by the side of the road, the man behind her grabbed her wrist and took her back.

"Can you go?" The car she called stopped there, and the driver was a little impatient.

Sheng Chun stepped forward and stuffed a banknote, "I'm sorry to trouble you, but she won't leave."

Her hands were held by Fan Xiaozheng, and she tried to struggle, but she didn't succeed, so she didn't bother to move.

A pair of eyes looked at him coldly, "Come to me for Miss Lin's medical expenses?"

She said and nodded, "I'll go and pay for her tomorrow morning, and I won't renege on the bill."

Then there was a serious and ironic look in her eyes, "Where did she hurt? Is there no missing arm or leg? If there is, I can also pay for it."

"Ye Liang!" The man's deep voice interrupted her sarcasm.

She also pursed her lips in cooperation and looked at him.

The light outside was dim, and Fan Xiaozheng held up the back of her hand, but he couldn't see how she was hurt, he could only vaguely see that the blood clots had coagulated.

Obviously, she didn't care about it at all. I don't know how long the blood was bleeding in the Seven Oaks Villa, and the wound just froze on its own.

He took her to the car.

Ye Liang only glanced at his legs, then sat quietly on the side.

The space in the car is spacious, she can even lie down and sleep, but she is not in the mood.

His hand was pulled over again, and the medicine box on the car was put aside, with iodine, cotton swabs, gauze, and scissors all arranged one by one.

She drew her hand back.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, on the contrary, Lin quietly scattered the flower stands and flower pots all over the ground, and when the pieces of the porcelain flower pot burst into the back of her hand and cut a hole, she felt pain.

But Ye Liang felt that the pain on the back of her hand could make her blockage and depression a lot more comfortable.

So, what's the deal?
"Mr. Fan, what does this mean?"

When he was about to grab her wrist again, Ye Liang looked over with a sarcastic expression.

"Don't you think this kind of behavior is cheap, or even disgusting?" She didn't bother to pay attention to the words, and the straightforward words were the most accurate.

In front of her, there was only Lin Qiaoqiao in her eyes, and now she was affectionate here?
"He stretched out his hand." The man ignored her sarcasm.

Ye Liang pretended not to hear.

I just heard the man continue: "Even if we want to separate, we don't have to make it like this, it looks like I'm ungrateful."

She suddenly laughed, "President Fan is of course kind and righteous."

How much affection do you have for Lin Youyou?

The man continued to ignore her voice-over and held her hand, but Ye Liang pulled her back regardless of the wound.

The wound seemed to be open, and fresh blood was faintly oozing out again.

Fan Xiaozheng's face darkened, but his words were: "Don't dirty my car."

Hearing this, she flinched hard, turned her head to stare at him, and bit her words for a moment: "Sheng Chun, stop!"

Sheng Chun was exactly the same as his master learned to turn a blind eye and listen but not hear, and the speed of the car remained steady without any change.

Her hand was held by him again.

Ye Liang struggled harder and withdrew her hand.

"Boom!" With a sound, the force was too heavy, and her retracted hand hit the car door in reverse.

pain!
The pain made her face turn pale for a second, and her brows frowned suddenly.

Of course Fan Xiaozheng saw it, his heart sank and his eyes were cold. This time he grabbed her wrist very hard.

"Don't touch me!" Ye Liang was in pain, with a fire burning in his chest, and turned up the volume at him, "Are you annoying?"

The man didn't even raise his head, his eyes fell on the back of her messy hands, his eyes became colder and colder.

"It's almost done!" His voice also became sharp.

Because he suddenly raised the volume, coupled with the sullenness that ran out of patience, Ye Liang trembled suddenly when he yelled.

Stared at him blankly for two or three seconds.

Two or three seconds was not long, and Fan Xiaozheng's gaze also fell on her, and seeing her slight trembling in fright, his thin lips pursed a little tighter.

I remember that she has a shadow of domestic violence.

"I didn't ask you to serve me." She came back to her senses, with a clear temper.

The man fixed his eyes on her, and couldn't suppress his temper for a short time, so he had to close his eyes fiercely, and then opened them to be a little calmer.

Instead, I asked, "What does he have to do with you?"

Yeliang knew that he was asking the man in Yezhuang.

Soft lips tugged, "What does it have to do with you?"

The man turned sideways, his eyes were almost facing her, and he just stared at her without saying a word.

It was also because of this angle that Ye Liang finally saw the blood stains on the corner of his mouth clearly, and he took off the mask, so he looked very embarrassed.

"I said, no matter what the marriage is, you are my wife!" He opened and closed his thin lips, word by word.

She could hear dissatisfaction in the handwriting.

"My wife, pretending that others can't pretend to be her husband?"

Ye Liang suddenly wanted to laugh.

"When Mr. Fan took Lin Youqiao away from me, what was in his eyes?"

At the end, she nodded again, "That's right, I have no right to ask you, then you have the ability to goug out my eyes."

She paused in the middle, and leaned closer to the man without fear of death, before continuing: "Otherwise, I don't love you, and I would rather pretend to be a passer-by than you!"

I don't know which sentence or which word stimulated him, it was obvious that he squinted at her slightly.

half an hour.

I saw the man's lips move, "Do you not love?"

Ye Liang was also restrained by his icy gaze, and she laughed silently in her heart, should she love?
She thought that since other men were involved, he would get angry for a while.

but.

After Fan Xiaozheng asked those two words, he became calm instead, and only said coldly: "Backup, you can do whatever you want."

But before Ye Liang recovered, he suddenly touched her again, her reaction was to resist, and she waved her hand reflexively.

"when!"

"Snapped!"

After a few sounds of confusion, she knocked down all the things placed in front of her, and the bottle of iodine just opened and spilled directly under the seat.

Seeing such chaos, Ye Liang felt relieved instead.

However, Fan Xiaozheng didn't say a word other than staring at her fiercely for a few seconds with dark eyes, let alone kick her out.

He calmly took the medicine box, a bottle of iodine, a box of cotton swabs, a stack of gauze, and picked up the spilled scissors.

Yeliang suddenly became quiet.

What's the use of her making trouble?His attitude was already obvious, no matter how she made a fuss, it was like punching cotton.

Not interesting.

There was a cut on the back of the hand by porcelain, which did not hurt the blood vessels, but it was not shallow, and she could still feel the pain after the bandage was done.

"Stay abroad for a while." The man said suddenly.

what?
Ye Liang stretched out his arms, but his body was far away from him, almost leaning against the car window, looking at him with cold eyes.

Then she laughed sarcastically, "The medicine given to her has taken effect, so you push me away in such a hurry?...The capital is so big, you want to cultivate your relationship, how can I get in the way?"

The man put away the medical supplies without haste, and kept silent about her words.

She could only understand that he did agree with her to leave.

The smile on his face couldn't be maintained, and he turned his eyes away, "I'm divorced, where I go and what I do have nothing to do with Mr. Fan."

This time, he uttered two words clearly: "Never leave."

After hearing this, Ye Liang frowned and looked at him.

"Did I hear you right?"

"Even if Mr. Fan has an ugly face, he is a celebrity, but his thoughts are uglier than his face?" She slightly pulled her soft lips, "It's a pity that you were not born in the era of three wives and four concubines!"

Still want to hug left and right.

His response to her was still silence.

Ye Liang was so silent that the emotions she had vented came back little by little, and they all huddled together and pressed against her heart, unable to get up or down!

The car returned to the Bauhinia Garden, and the man went to the annex.

Ye Liang stood at the door for a while, then turned to the wine cellar to get a bottle of red wine.

She rarely drank alone at home, but she really had nothing to do tonight, and she didn't even feel sleepy at this time.

The lights on the side sleepers were dimmed, only the small lights on the balcony were dimmed.

For nearly two hours, Fan Xiaozheng frowned after finishing the matter and looked up to lie on his side.

The woman was wearing what seemed to be summer pajamas, her slender and white shoulders were exposed, and she was sitting on the balcony floor with her back against the window, unable to see how much red wine she drank next to her.