Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Sleeping with other women?

After hearing these words, Fan Xiaozheng stared at her for a long time, and then repeated each word for confirmation.

Ask: "Are you sure?"

Ye Liang has turned her face away as much as possible to avoid his sight, but the man's breath is everywhere, which makes her inexplicably upset.

There was no support for my feet, so I put my hands on his chest, "Let go, you are making me uncomfortable!"

The man's thin lips seemed to be slightly curved, but his eyes were full of feigned displeasure, "The loss of reputation can be a big or small thing, unless you make it clear."

As soon as Ye Liang thought of this incident, he couldn't stop getting angry before repeating it. He stared sideways at him, "Can this kind of thing be false? Isn't the woman's reputation more important than yours?"

Fan Xiaozheng nodded seriously, "Of course, it's time to make it clearer."

She increased the strength in her hand, but the man didn't move at all. After a few pushes, he had to give up, but his eyes were still sharp.

"Qiao Luo has already found me here, and he almost threw the pregnancy test report in my face. What are you pretending here?"

Choro?

If it weren't for Fan Xiaozheng's good memory, this kind of woman would have forgotten where she was.

When she mentioned it like this, he naturally remembered that it was a woman who was dominated by Fan Weilan back then.

The man touched his thin lips, "What? But if a woman comes to you and says she had sex with me, do you believe it?"

"Why don't I believe it?" Ye Liang's voice was not low, and there was nowhere to vent his anger, and his fingertips grabbed his clothes fiercely, wishing to wring out a hole.

Looking at him with a mocking face, he said: "Mr. Fan, don't you see what kind of virtue you are now? Just because I changed my face, I rushed to catch up, I wish I could just get in the car..."

She couldn't say the following words well, so she pursed her lips before continuing: "With this little concentration, which woman can you let go of crawling on your bed?"

"Besides, how good is Qiao Luo's figure? That face is definitely the type that today's men will like!"

Fan Xiaozheng maintained that posture, and he didn't move when she was talking, with one arm resting on the side of the car door and the other half around her waist, looking down at her

"Are you finished?" In a low voice, no emotion can be heard, but the tone is not quite right.

Ye Liang stared at him and didn't bother to respond.

He only heard the man respond to her in a rather methodical way: "In terms of figure, Qiao Luo is not on the same level as you, let alone face!"

She frowned softly, "Oh, didn't you say you didn't do it? This time you know that there is a difference between her figure and mine?"

The man laughed lowly, "Do you have to take it off to see a woman's figure? You stipulated it?"

As if that was the case, Ye Liang didn't know what to say for a while, so she snorted, with a bad face.

Fan Xiaozheng continued, with a serious and casual tone, "A woman climbed onto my bed, I really won't let it go easily..."

He paused deliberately.

Then he pressed his thumb on the side of her lips, and rubbed it almost inaudibly, which made people feel itchy.

She wanted to raise her hand to knock him off, but he had already grabbed her hand, and his thin lips moved slightly closer, "Not everyone can climb my bed, so far, only you, understand?"

How could Ye Liang believe it?

Fan Xiaozheng turned her disdainful face back, "Also, can't wait to finish the work in the car?... Are you looking forward to it so much?"

After hearing this, she gave a fierce look, "Get out of the way!"

The man's thin lips curled up and remained motionless, and the words in his mouth were so angry that his lungs hurt.

He said in a strange tone: "You don't need to speak so loudly to me, you will have to shout with all your strength later on."

Ye Liang could understand his words, and finally kicked her legs regardless of her appearance, "Fan Xiaozheng, do you know how to be ashamed?"

A normal person would not answer such a question.

But he responded with a serious face, "I know it outside, and you don't need it."

"Let me go!" She really didn't want to tangle with him anymore, wasting time!
However, Fan Xiaozheng looked like a victim.

"Isn't the matter still clear?"

"What else can I say?" She couldn't help raising her voice, "Qiao Luo is pinching the buttons on your coat! You still smell of her perfume on your clothes, do you want me to show you a picture of you sleeping?"

After hearing this, Fan Xiaozheng frowned and looked at her thoughtfully.

Ye Liang hated his gaze, she turned her face away a few times, but he pulled her back again.

The woman finally got annoyed, "Fan Xiaozheng, are you finished?"

On the contrary, the man looked very patient, and looked at her deeply, "No wonder why I didn't wear a coat when I came up."

It turned out that she was just trying to see if his coat was there.

She took the coat later, and it wasn't because she was cold that she put it on her lap, it was just to touch it to see if there were any missing buttons?
"Are you making trouble with me because of this?" The man's handsome sword eyebrows slightly raised.

Ye Liang didn't want to talk.

But he forced her to look at each other, so he said coldly: "I told you, it's not because of you that I came back, and I'm angry about Qiao Luo's matter, and it's not because I have any feelings for you, but because you refused to take away my fan." The title of wife, but let other women trouble me and insult me ​​in this way!"

She said a lot in one breath, and finally felt a lot more comfortable in her heart, taking deep and shallow breaths.

The next second, he suddenly pulled her over by his waist. This time, he directly pushed her into the deep part of the seat, and the man's body turned upside down, facing her eyes.

One of his long legs was bent and pressed against the seat, probably feeling that this posture was too strenuous, so he stretched out his long arms to flatten the seat.

"What are you doing!" Ye Liang suddenly lowered the back of the chair she was leaning on, and frowned subconsciously.

The body was empty, and the arm wanted to find a support, so it hooked his neck.

Fan Xiaozheng was looking down at her from above, seemed very satisfied with her action, then touched his thin lips up and down, and said in a deep voice, "Although your jealous appearance is arrogant and unreasonable..."

Just as she was about to retort, the man answered in a low voice: "I like it."

Ye Liang let go of his hands and half sat up with both hands and feet, "Mr. Fan still likes Qiao Luo's type, I can't stand it!"

She retreats, he enters.

"Again, there aren't any other women."

Ye Liang laughed, and the sarcasm of the smile was not concealed at all, "Do you dare to do it or not?"

Ignoring her sarcasm, he didn't know when his fingertips had crawled onto her cheeks, his eyes were filled with seriousness, "Have you used the medicine again?"

But her face and skin like this don't seem to be able to achieve the effect of any medicine.

She slapped his hand away.

The man frowned slightly, and his eyes that hinted at warning fell into her eyes, but his voice was still gentle, "That's the end of the topic."

Then he touched her skin with his fingertips.

He couldn't put it down that delicate touch, just rubbing it like this, and finally the slightly coarse-grained fingertips fell on her soft red lips, and something burst out uncontrollably.