Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

She even thought about closing the door and leaving.

But then he closed the door again, walked in, stopped beside the man, lowered his eyebrows slightly, "I'll get my phone."

The tone is very flat and light, and the voice is not loud.

It was also from her current angle that she realized that An Yan was kneeling in front of the man like that, and her low-cut scenery was really panoramic.

It's also a woman, Ye Liang doesn't understand this idea.

It's just that this kind of behavior fell on An Yan, and there was a wave in her heart that could not be ignored.

After all, this woman had appeared by her side as a good person from the very beginning, and when something happened during the process, An Yan still treated her like a benefactor, and even broke her prejudice against Fan Lijun.

But An Yan, who was always a good person in front of her, did such a thing in front of Fan Xiaozheng now?
After all, she couldn't hold back, she sneered, looked at An Yan, "When is Miss An going to kneel? Just ask the cafe to provide you with a steel pipe, isn't it more intuitive?"

Her sarcastic meaning is obvious, she doesn't need to squat down so hard that people can see her low-cut dress when she strips off her pole dance.

An Yan just stood up, her face was full of embarrassment from her soreness, and the tissue in her hand was squeezed into a ball, "Miss Ye, you misunderstood, I just accidentally spilled juice on Mr. Fan ,so……"

Ye Liang smiled coldly.

"Is it intentional, you don't know?"

"Why, at this moment, has he also become your benefactor?" Obviously ironic.

Ironically, An Yan approached her and said she was a benefactor, now approaching Fan Xiaozheng, is it the same trick?
An Yan frowned, but looked too wronged to speak.

"Did you misplace yourself, huh?" The man beside him finally spoke in a low voice with a cold voice.

Then he looked up and looked at her.

There is only indifference in the eyes, not the slightest enthusiasm from last night.

If he wasn't speaking for An Yan, Ye Liang might not have thought about it, but at this moment, her willow eyebrows frowned.

He looked at the man quietly for a moment.

His eyes fell on An Yan again.

It was only then that An Yan was wearing a pink-purple hip-wrapping skirt, her long hair was combed delicately, tied up in a ponytail, revealing her curvaceous neck.

Her gaze was fixed on the rubber band An Yan was using.

His breathing became tight all of a sudden, and his heart felt obvious sinking.

The rubber band she found in the pocket of Fan Xiaozheng's suit jacket was just like this, and the color happened to be pink and purple. It should be An Yan's favorite color, right?

"It seems that I interrupted your date." She looked away, with a reluctant expression on her face.

Yeliang didn't know how to describe the feeling of myocardial infarction, but just wanted to leave this place immediately.

So much so that she forgot that she came here to ask for a mobile phone.

I didn't remember until I had swayed to the door, and turned back again, reaching out to the man in the wheelchair.

Fan Xiaozheng's eyes were indifferent and careless, he didn't even look at her hand, but his eyes fell on her face.

Ye Liang didn't like being stared at him, so his brows tightened, "Give me the phone!"

But the man remained indifferent.

After a while, her thin lips touched up and down, "Shouldn't I apologize?"

Apologize?

Ye Liang suddenly found it funny, "I apologize to her? Do you think I have slandered your new love? I haven't received the divorce certificate anyway, at least I'm still Mrs. Fan!"

She raised her finger to An Yan, "Tell her that Mr. Fan is distressed? Or is he guilty? Then should I keep your coat that she wore that day? And that rubber band, check it under a magnifying glass Any fingerprints from the two of you? Or bodily fluids? Wouldn't that be too much?"

What bodily fluid?An Yan frowned upon hearing this, "Miss Ye, it's too much for you to say that about Mr. Fan, I have nothing with him, how could the kind of thing you think happen?"

Ye Liang's eyes sharpened a little, and she looked at her, "I said my man has something to do with you again?"

An Yan was so blocked that she pursed her lips.

Ye Liang really couldn't see her being so wronged that she seemed to be really bullied.

He was so angry that he breathed deeply and shallowly, he couldn't control it, and then he looked at Fan Xiaozheng, "If Mr. Fan likes to play, please sign the agreement with me as soon as possible, otherwise what happened last night will happen again, and I will suffer a lot. "

"last night?"

The man's eyes changed, and he looked at her slightly, "Are you following me?"

Ye Liang was inexplicable.

But the man seemed determined, his thin lips parted slightly, and his low voice continued to sneer, "So, you thought you slept last night, opened your eyes and thought you were still Mrs. Fan, and everything was written off?"

He snorted coldly, "Aren't you too valuable?"

She held her hand tightly.

"I don't know if it's worth it or not. At least for now, I haven't received a penny. Is Mr. Fan too shabby?"

The man didn't expect that she would follow his words.

The expression between the brows sank, "Want money?"

Ye Liang didn't expect him to be like this.

With a sullen face, the man took a check on the spot, scratched it twice, and then stuffed it directly into her hand.

Cold voice: "You can get out."

The sharp corner of the check scraped against the palm, and there was a faint pain in the place where it was scratched before.

In fact, she didn't feel much pain, but her eyes flushed uncontrollably all of a sudden, and she stared at him blankly for a while.

The tone was a little erratic, "So you took me as a sell?"

After finishing speaking, Ye Liang tried hard to suppress the deep pain in his chest, crumpled the check into a ball, and slammed it on the man's face.

He didn't want the phone anymore, turned around and strode away.

An Yan stood aside, still looking at Fan Xiaozheng in embarrassment and bewilderment, "Mr. Fan..."

The man didn't respond, but said in a low voice, "I'll make an appointment another day."

Then suddenly turned the wheelchair and left the private room.

"Bathroom." Sheng Chun saw his wife stepping out quickly, looking embarrassed and tears blurred.

Looking at her direction, she is going to the bathroom to tidy up, and she won't be able to get out for a while.

The coffee shop is very large, and each floor has a different theme. This floor is very conventional, and the bathroom has to turn in at the end of the corridor.

The wheelchair was thrown directly at Sheng Chun's feet, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked for a private room to wait, so as not to be guessed by An Yan when he saw the empty wheelchair.

Yeliang walked quickly, entered the bathroom, and tried to close the door, but the door was pushed open instead.

Before she could react, the man's broad body squeezed directly, and it closed with a "Boom!"

"Let go!" She turned cold all of a sudden, and broke free from his grip on her wrist.

The man didn't say a word, but just stared at her red eyes with lowered eyebrows.

Seriously speaking, apart from deliberately torturing her when he first got married, Fan Xiaozheng has not seen her really shed tears for a long time.

There were other people in the bathroom, and when they saw a man present, they glanced sideways and hurried away, not to forget to help close the door.

It was completely quiet.

Yeliang turned his eyes away, and said in a cold tone, "Don't waste my time."

"If you don't apologize to others, then apologize to me." The man said suddenly.

Then she looked at him ironically.

After all, it was a sarcastic smile, "I'm sorry to bother you to date women, is that enough?"

Fan Xiaozheng frowned slightly, "Is it because you can't learn to speak well?"

Ye Liang was still smiling, his eyes were cool, he stopped talking and put away his expression.

Although there is a scar on her face, the other facial features are actually very good-looking, so that when she is expressionless, there is a coldness and sharpness that emanates from her bones.

All in all, it's uncomfortable.

The man's frowning brows were tightened, dissatisfied with her expression at the moment.

He said again: "Is it because I saw the rubber band that An Yan used, and also found that she used my coat?"

He asked the same question before.

Others may not understand, but Ye Liang can understand.

In a nutshell, he meant that she went crazy in front of An Yan today, whether it was because of this incident.

She refused to answer, didn't even bother to continue standing in front of him.

But just as his body was about to move away from him, the man simply pushed her back against the wall, and pinched her chin with his thumb and index finger habitually.

If you do a lot of action, you will know what's next.

Ye Liang frowned, and pushed him when his thin lips were about to fall, but didn't push him away, and raised her hand subconsciously.

The man's movements stopped, but he didn't give up the idea. Instead, he looked at her forcefully and pressed his thin lips lightly, "Try fanning it down? Have you never done it in public toilets?"

Ye Liang really knew him.

The raised hand stopped abruptly, because she also remembered the consequences of slapping him last time.

After all, she stared at him with red eyes and frowned, "What on earth are you going to do? What did you count last night? If it doesn't count, why didn't you let me go?"

"I have already said that I will not appear in front of you. Is it difficult to give me a divorce certificate?" She was depressed, and her tone was trembling with haste.

The tears that had been endured for a long time still rolled down, slid across her cheeks, and hit the back of the man's hand pinching her chin.

It was so cold that my heart shrank a little.

A pair of eyes looked at her deeply and coldly, "What is it? Don't you want to use money to calculate?"

When she stared at him and became hopeless and powerless, the man finally kissed her.

Inexplicable effort.

His fingertips also brushed heavily against her cheeks, wiping away the tears that just fell.

After a long time, the man's cold tone came from the entangled lips, "If you want to leave, leave as soon as you want, how can it be so easy?"

"As I said, between you and me, I have the final say."

Then, Fan Xiaozheng took her mobile phone out of his pocket, put it in front of her, and didn't give it to her.

His gaze was still strong, even sharp, "Refund the ticket, immediately."

Ye Liang was startled.

"You read my text messages privately?"

He just twitched his thin lips, "You also said it yourself. I am your man. I haven't seen any part of your body. It's strange to read a text message?"

Ye Liang snatched the phone angrily, and made a gesture to leave.

But the man had been prepared for a long time and snatched her back, "Don't challenge my patience, huh?"

Then ordered again, "Refund the ticket."