Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Ye Liang froze for a moment.

What do you mean?
So, he and An Yan really... did it?
In such an unexpected silence, the two looked at each other again and lost communication.

It's just that the atmosphere at the moment seems oppressive and undercurrent.

In the end, it was she who took the first step to look away, and her tone became weaker, "Go down, if you don't leave, I will call a car myself."

On the contrary, the man raised the corners of his lips slightly, but he didn't smile, "Which one is this?"

Ye Liang knew that he was mocking herself, and went over his arm to get the bag beside him, "Just treat it as if you were watching a show."

As soon as the bag was brought over, he snatched it away and threw it to a farther corner.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at her, "You obviously care about it, you can't stand me touching other women, but you refuse to accept it, is it that you are not good at keeping a spare tire?"

She looked up at him after listening.

Obviously annoyed, his tone changed, "What did you say about me?"

Fan Xiaozheng knew that such words were very hurtful to a woman, but when he said them, they were already splashed water.

The air suddenly condensed.

The man's thin lips were also pursed together quietly.

For a moment, Ye Liang smiled self-deprecatingly, and nodded, "Yes, I'm not afraid to admit that, except for you, no one can really approach my heart, and I never thought about accepting anyone. Knowing that you have an affair with other women, I'm just upset."

She raised her chin slightly, bringing out a bit of coldness, "I'm just being cheap, are you satisfied?"

After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at him, and wanted to push him away to get the bag over there, but the man's body blocked her as motionless as a sculpture.

Tired of pushing and annoyed, I couldn't bear it after all, and almost yelled at him, "Get out of the way, get out!"

Fan Xiaozheng's thin lips were still pursed, his downcast eyes fell on her reddened eyes.

He tried to raise his hand to do something, but she directly knocked him off. Remembering that her arm was still bruised, he resisted the urge to confine her arms.

Just staring at her, in fact, he knew that it was impossible for her to really have anything to do with Wen He, but...

"Even if you give a guarantee casually, is it so difficult?"

Ye Liang sneered, "Why should I guarantee you a spare tire guarantee?"

What he satirizes her, is ironed by her.

Knowing that she was angry, Fan Xiaozheng chose to let each other calm down for a while.

As a result, he just slacked off, and the woman under him took the bag and went out without even wearing shoes, and she didn't want to stay with him for one more second.

Fan Xiaozheng glanced at her shoes with his eyebrows lowered, his expression turned ugly, and he yelled at her twice.

The woman didn't respond at all.

He seemed to be really annoyed, but instead of chasing after him with big strides, he took two steps and stood on the spot.

In the middle of the night, the voice became colder and clearer, "Try taking another step!"

Ye Liang first subconsciously paused.

But it was precisely because of this subconscious reaction that she wanted to stay away even more.

No matter the distance or time, she had been away from him for long enough, unexpectedly, she still couldn't escape, and even this subconscious reaction remained.

Even she despises herself.

So the steps under his feet moved forward again, faster than before.

When she vaguely felt a gust of cold wind in her ears, she had already been lifted back by Fan Xiaozheng's strong arms.

After he got out of the wheelchair, especially in such a dark night, Ye Liang once again felt the disparity in body and strength between each other.

She was imprisoned deep in her chest by his arms like a rag doll, and her lips were sealed before she could react.