Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Fan Xiaozheng looked at her blushing with nowhere to rest, no matter how many times he watched it, he found it amusing.

At this age, it is really hard to find a woman who can blush like this.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" Sheng Chun came back with a pinch, holding an empty bowl in his hand, and put the bowl on the table without asking anything.

Fan Xiaozheng poured more than half a bowl of hot water into the bowl, "Rinse it before eating, it's not that spicy."

Hearing what he said, Ye Liang was a little taken aback when he saw him push the bowl over.

He said: "When I was a child, I couldn't eat spicy food. My mother did it that way."

At that moment, her nose was sour.

Because her mother also took care of her in this way in her childhood memory, which is a very long time ago.

"What's wrong?" Fan Xiaozheng watched her blushing, but her eyes began to turn red.

Ye Liang shook her head, lowered her eyebrows to hide her emotions, "Thank you!"

Seeing that he was still staring at me, I had no choice but to say: "My mother would do the same when I was young."

The dining table suddenly became very quiet.

Because I don't know how to continue the topic.

There are many similarities between them, for example, both have no mothers, and they are both brooding over the death of their mothers.

It was Sheng Chun who broke the atmosphere: "Sir, do you want to make an appointment with your wife in advance for a hair stylist?"

The man nodded his head, "Yeah."

Ye Liang suddenly looked at Sheng Chun, "Did you hear that?"

Sheng Chun: "..."

exposed.

But he really didn't mean to eavesdrop outside the door just now. Who would eavesdrop on such a thing, a single dog?Doesn't that torture yourself?

Twenty minutes later, they left the restaurant.

The hair stylist has already received a call from Sheng Chun and is waiting in advance.

I vaguely heard that Fan Xiaozheng married his wife, but outsiders have never seen it, so the hair stylist is also curious.

When the three people came in, the hair stylist was really stunned. It was very difficult for him to show his professionalism and not deliberately stare at the ugly face of the woman.

"What kind of hairstyle does Madam want?" The hair stylist smiled.

Yeliang's request is very simple, "It's not hot or dyed, you can soften it, and it will be fine on its own."

She doesn't like to dye her hair, so her hair color has always been naturally black, but it was permed, curly and fluffy.

The hair stylist nodded after listening, "Madam loves her hair very much!"

She smiled politely and said nothing.

Because she has been doing this all year round, it is a bit difficult for her hair to be smooth. It took almost two hours to do it twice.

After finishing, washing and drying, she found that Fan Xiaozheng had been staring at her in the mirror.

She herself was not surprised, she knew what her original long hair looked like.

Her hair was actually not short, but it was curled and fluffy by her perm. Once softened, it fell below her shoulders. The hair was of good quality and naturally black and shiny.

The temperament of the whole person suddenly became prominent.

The hair stylist put down the hair dryer by himself, and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "This is probably the most successful hairstyle I have done!"

A man with an iceberg face replied bluntly: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

The hair stylist laughed, "What the husband said is that the wife is naturally beautiful!"

Yeliang: "..."

Fan Xiaozheng didn't want to admit that her current haircut was far more eye-catching than her appearance after being drenched in the rain.

Suddenly thought, just like what Mei Shurang said, if the scar on her face couldn't be removed, it would be beautiful to replace it with a unique tattoo!
When leaving, Ye Liang took a wig with the same hairstyle as before from the hair salon.

Originally, she wanted to go shopping, but Fan Xiaozheng refused and went back to the villa directly.

The car stopped at the entrance of the villa, Zhang Ma was trimming the green plants in the front yard, looked up and saw her, and greeted her as usual: "Madam!"

He had already lowered his head and continued to work, but suddenly raised his head in the next second, "Madam?"

Seeing her like that, Ye Liang smiled.

Back in the living room, the first thing she did was to pour a glass of water, feeling that it was still a little spicy.

The man was thinking about it.

After she took two sips of water, she brought it up: "At the beginning of next month, go to Dr. Tang to try the first course of treatment?"

She paused with the hand holding the cup.

She almost forgot about the course of scar removal.

After a while, he put down the cup and nodded, "Okay."

When it comes to getting her to remove scars, it will inevitably involve Lin Qiaoqiao who has been in a coma for many years, probably because she knows she doesn't like it, or...

He himself didn't like to mention it, so Fan Xiaozheng ended this topic.

After that day, Ye Liang put on that ugly wig when she went out, and took it off when she got home, so that the man would be a little more pleasing to the eye.

As a result, they seem to be more and more compatible when they get along.

……

Ye Liang came back late that night.

She drank a little, so she stayed at the door for a while, and moved very lightly after entering the door.

There was no one on the first floor, so she breathed a sigh of relief, went upstairs on tiptoe, returned to her side sleeper, quickly changed out of the clothes that smelled of alcohol, and went to take a shower.

She takes a shower very quickly, and now her mid-length hair doesn't take much effort to blow-dry, because it's much softer.

When she came out, she went straight to the bed.

After lying down for less than a minute, she frowned in the darkness and opened her eyes. Although she didn't move, she was staring at the ceiling vigilantly, trying to find something.

"Ah!" Suddenly, she felt a certain breath approaching, and when she turned her head, she suddenly met the man beside the bed.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he turned on the desk lamp, his face was dark and his thin lips were slightly pursed.

"Why are you here?"

"What time is it?" His thin lips moved slightly.

Ye Liang turned to look at the alarm clock beside the bed, "10:30."

Then she realized that it was because she had never been home late.

As a result, just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, she saw the man suddenly throw off the blanket on her lap, and got up directly onto her bed.

Before blocking her with his lips, he said: "I don't want to hear it."

Ye Liang opened her mouth subconsciously, but the man took advantage of it and entered.

She could feel that this man was a little sullen and strong, and thought he was just not happy, just let it out.

Who knew that he would go straight to the last step and entangled him for a long time.

What Yeliang didn't know was that before she came back, Mei Shurang had several phone calls with Fan Xiaozheng.

Last time Fan Xiaozheng was followed to the Duan family's old house and even hurt him, and now those people seem to be still active in the capital.

Until he got married, Mei Shurang was worried that those people would attack Little Stutter.

If she comes back later, Fan Xiaozheng has already planned to send someone out to look for her.

The man's clothes were thrown on the ground, his phone was left aside, and Mei Shurang's messages came in one by one: [Can you find it?Stand by. 】

[If you don't say anything, you don't need to look for it? 】

Neither responded.

Finally, Sheng Dong's phone rang.

"Young Master Mei." As the housekeeper of Zijin Garden, Sheng Dong never slept early, and his voice sounded very energetic at this moment, but also very cold and deep.

"What is he doing? Has your young mistress come back?"

Sheng Dong looked at the main building of the villa not far away. The master bedroom was dark, and the lamp was on in the side bedroom.

just hang up.

Mei Shurang looked at the phone screen and was so angry that he almost cursed, master and servant are the same, don't say thank you, don't say good night?
……

Yeliang was tossed so late that he couldn't get up in the morning at all, and fell asleep after struggling twice.

Woke up again, it was ten o'clock.

Sitting on the bed and rubbing his legs, he caught a glimpse of the man's shirt and trousers still thrown on the ground. He looked at it for a while, but he didn't feel disgusted by the sloppy, but smiled slightly.

It's crazy.