Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

The two were relatively speechless.

Ye Liang had run out of patience after standing there for a while, since he didn't speak, she acted like she was the only one in the room.

The shoes were taken off at the door. After thinking about it, I went to the bathroom and took out a bag to pack it, and then put it at the door.

Just when the servant stood there with a fierce look and an uneasy expression, she smiled as usual, and said, "Take it and throw it away."

Then I looked at the muddy footprints on the way back into the house, "Sorry, I forgot to take off my shoes at the back door, anyway, you have nothing to do all day, clean up? Thanks."

Hearing her words, the servant frowned, sullenly, thinking that this was a disaster, yet he still had the heart to fight against her as usual.

The bedroom door was closed.

Ye Liang entered the house with bare feet, and took off the morning jacket that had been covered with dirt and water. The clothes looked expensive at first glance, and they could still be worn as pajamas after treatment, so they didn't throw them away.

After hanging up her clothes, she went into the bathroom and looked at her original ball head, which became loose after a fall, with more than half of her hair falling down, like an ancient martial arts practitioner who became obsessed with fire.

He simply took off the rubber bands and put them all down.

She doesn't want to take a shower right now, so she just washes the mud off her hands and feet.

Then I went to the locker room and had to change.

During the whole process, she didn't even glance at Fan Xiaozheng over there, she just turned a blind eye to it.

When she came out after changing clothes, if it was normal, she would probably nest in the hanging chair room, but this time she didn't want to.

She went to the sofa, took the remote control to turn on the TV, and searched for movies with good ratings in the video library.

Recently, she has been watching a movie for almost two or three days, thinking that a half-baked agency is always going to start, watch more movies, find out how she feels, maybe she can invest in a good movie when she goes out.

When she finds the movie, she puts down the remote control and replaces it with a pillow, quietly watching the show end.

But today someone spoiled the situation.

She had only watched it for less than 5 minutes, when the man standing over there who was about to take root raised his legs and walked towards her.

The woman didn't look at him the whole time, but the man saw everything.

Seeing him come over and sit down next to him, Ye Liang immediately wanted to move away.

Just thinking about it, the sofa always has an end, and this kind of thing has happened before, there is no need, so there is no action.

"Where is the injury?" The man suddenly asked in a deep voice.

Her eyes fell on the screen, and even if she heard it, she turned a deaf ear to it.

But he also sneered in his heart.

According to her understanding of Fan Xiaozheng, she, who had to be in the room, suddenly came back from the outside, and fell a bit horribly. Even if he didn't get angry, he was definitely yin and yang, and he didn't have a good face.

But now, he doesn't.

"Is this your guilty conscience for all my sins?" She turned her face and finally looked at him sarcastically.

Because of a guilty conscience, why didn't he throw his temper at her for the first time?

The man's eyes fell on her ankles that had been washed. After a long time of rest in the room, her skin became fairer and whiter than snow, so she could see the slight redness there at a glance.

He also turned a deaf ear to her sarcasm.

The thin lips moved, "If you don't know where the injury is, I'll take a look for you."

While speaking, he reached out to grab her ankle.

"Don't touch me!" As soon as he met, Ye Liang pulled away from him in an extremely cold and unfriendly manner, with a distant and cold expression on his face.

After being outside for a long time, the man's originally slender and bony knuckles became obviously rough.

But she avoided it, not because of this bad touch, but simply because she didn't want to have any contact with him anymore.

Ye Liang looked at him, and there was not much resentment or anger, but more indifference.

The tone was also flat, "From the day you treated me like this, I didn't intend to have any hope."

He said again: "The day you release me from here, we will have nothing to do with each other."

The man listened, and after a while, he thinned his lips slightly, "Then stay here for the rest of your life, it will matter for the rest of your life."

Hearing this kind of words, Ye Liang stared at him fiercely, the pillow in his hand was too soft, no matter how tightly he squeezed it, he felt that there was no way to vent.

The mood that had been calm for more than a month had become irritating in just a few minutes.

But she knew that no matter how tough she was against him, it was useless.

So, taking a deep breath, he simply let go of the pillow in his hand, and returned to a natural hugging state.

There was even a bit of expression on his face, and a slight curvature around his lips.

Of course, it was even more perfunctory than a smirk, and asked: "So, have you found the biological son you threw away for the sake of profit?"

Fan Xiaozheng looked at her cold and sarcastic expression at the moment, with somewhat gloomy brows.

Her thin lips were pursed slightly, but she didn't speak.

Seeing his silence, Ye Liang smiled, "What? I found it, is it dead or alive?"

The man finally said coldly: "Have you ever said that about a child?"

Ye Liang smiled.

It's just that the smile disappeared completely in the next second, and he looked at him coldly with a blank face, "Where does Mr. Fan have the confidence and qualifications to question me?"

"When you did it on purpose and created these things, you knew he was still a child? Was he even your own son?"

"Ok?"

Then she looked down at herself, and then at him, "You threw out your son as a medium for your interests, and you locked up your mother like a prisoner. May I ask Mr. Fan, how should I evaluate you?"

Fan Xiaozheng's face became more and more tense.

It took a while before he said coldly, "I didn't come here to hear your cynicism."

"Oh!" She picked up her voice and took the words, "Mr. Nafan came here to let me accompany you in a soft voice. Seeing that you have been traveling for so long, you should be concerned about your collusion with Wei Yanzhi. Not hard?"

"Let me ask you again if you have lost weight recently. Has your body been affected? Is everything okay after the operation? Will it shorten your life? Will it affect the next time you hurt me and my son?"

She said slowly, "Is that so?"

There was no warmth in the expression.

"Ye Liang!" The man's voice was full of depression and forbearance.

Probably because every word she said hit the heart.

Or, it's because what he wants is indeed what she said, but it's not her tone or expression at all.

It's like a man who has worked hard all day and comes back exhausted. When he comes home the first time, he wants even a word or two of concern from the woman at home, but in return he is indeed indifferent. The contrast in his mood is like a heart-piercing poison.

"Sorry, I can't give it to you. Where can you go?" Ye Liang was completely indifferent, and turned to continue watching her movie.