Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

"Isn't your leg uncomfortable?" There was still a stalemate for a while, and finally Ye Liang broke the silence.

The man's tone was cold, "It's more realistic than any rehabilitation program."

With the faint light, she looked at the man in front of her closely.

After a while, he raised his hand to take off the mask on his face. It was also at that moment that he realized that when he kissed her just now, he always felt something different. It turned out that the mask was not taken off.

He let her move without moving.

After taking off the mask, she still stared at him. Because of the dim light, she could almost see only a silhouette, and because of the dim light, she could imagine what his original appearance would be like.

With such good genes from the Fan family, he should also be very handsome, right?
"Is your leg better after a year or so?"

The man didn't answer her.

She continued: "If the medicine works, the scar on your face can definitely be alleviated, and then..."

Her voice paused slowly.

Fan Xiao Zhengcai looked at her with lowered eyebrows, and raised her resigned face, "When is the time?"

Ye Liang didn't avoid his gaze, and smiled faintly, "The sole heir of the Fan family, his legs are healed, and his face is almost as good. Do you think I am worthy?"

The man's voice was low and cold, "Which point is not worthy?"

She suddenly felt it was funny, anyone with long eyes knew that it was not good enough for anything.

"I don't have any obvious identity, let alone my appearance, so why ask?" she said.

Fan Xiaozheng's tone remained unchanged, "Whether you deserve it or not is up to me, it has nothing to do with people."

After hearing this, Ye Liang sneered and laughed.

Then she stared at him for a while, wondering, "Why don't you want to divorce all of a sudden?"

This question seemed to really overwhelm him.

Suddenly?
No, it's just that I don't know when the decision was made.

However, Fan Xiaozheng still gave a reason that sounded passable: "Except for Miss Lin you know, you also know that if the old man disagrees, my inheritance is closely related to this marriage. Is this answer enough to make you feel at ease?"

"Since we need each other, it's good to operate normally, isn't it?"

We need each other, well, she agrees.

Normal business?

"Marriage is nothing else, normal business, not afraid that I will fall in love with you and keep pestering you?"

The man's eyes were dark, "You can pester me if you can."

Ah... Yeliang seems to have awakened.

That's right, a man like Fan Xiaozheng is not afraid of women's entanglement at all. Is there any problem that he can't solve?
After a while, she nodded, "Understood."

Just after expressing his position, the man didn't mean to go back to the wheelchair, but wanted to get close to her again.

Ye Liang frowned, raised her hand to support his chest, "What are you doing?"

The man was displeased, "In a normal marriage, the husband can't ask for a kiss?"

"..."

She thought he was simply making a point, but it didn't look like it was.

The man was familiar with her clothes, and even knew that the sweater had a back zipper, Ye Liang had no choice but to stop him.

Her breathing was unsteady, and her voice seemed very low, "I want to take a bath!"

Fan Xiaozheng gave the word "good" seemingly as a gift.

"No!" Yeliang realized in a second that he wanted to hug her, and immediately stuck herself against the wall. She didn't want to come to talk to her again in midsummer tomorrow.

But the man in front of him obviously couldn't compromise so easily.

The overwhelming kisses entangled her in a daze, and she didn't know how she got into the bathroom in the end, and she didn't know how the whole process ended.

All in all crazy.

When he was hugging her from behind, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Because Mei Shu let a sentence make her angry for a long time, is it a plot to provoke?"

Picking his thorns, eating other people's jealousy, and accumulating to a certain level, she thought she could justifiably vent her anger and leave?
Ye Liang nodded feebly, "It's kind of..."

Hearing the man humming, his disdain was obvious.

"If this kind of thing happens again in the future, what are the consequences?" He pressed against her ear with a cold tone.

She opened her eyes lazily, "What are the consequences?"

This time, her intentional emotions became more obvious, but what if she accidentally loses control in the future?After all, she is also a human being, and in the position of Mrs. Fan, she automatically cares about some things.

Just listen to the man's slightly playful tone, "If you're not satisfied with the bathroom, just change it and torture it all over again."

At first she didn't quite understand.

But after a few seconds, I gradually realized it.

What kind of quirk is this?

Before going to bed, she felt drowsy, but she had something on her mind so she asked, "I was going to cancel the plan, did you really find someone else to take the medicine?"

The man said "hmm".

She didn't expect it to be true.

He said, "If it works, you can treat it."

For a long time, Ye Liang didn't speak anymore.

……

In the dark night, everywhere is quiet.

In Mei's house, Sheng An'an's room will always have a night light on.

When the man pushed the door open, the girl on the bed sat up and stared at him in shock, "You, what are you doing here?"

Mei Shurang raised his hand to take off his tie, threw his coat on the sofa and walked directly to the bed.

"Drinking?" Sheng Anan sniffed.

The man moved towards the head of the bed, "I didn't drink much."

Then staring at her, he suddenly asked, "Didn't you learn to draw? When did you change the music?"

Sheng An'an's face was startled almost inaudibly, and his hand gripping the quilt was slightly tighter, before he said after a while: "Uncle Mei knows about this."

"What about me?" Mei Shurang already frowned.

She knew that he was not happy.

"Huh?" Seeing that she didn't answer, he held her palm-sized smiling face and turned around, "Changed your major behind my back?"

Sheng An Anrou frowned, "You hurt me!"

The man didn't let go, and after she struggled twice, the pain became more severe, and when she got angry, she even threw off the quilt and his hands.

"Why do you care about me?" She looked at him angrily, "Uncle Mei is my guardian."

Mei Shurang smiled suddenly, "Why should I care about you? Are you sure you want an answer?"

Sheng An'an's heart became unbalanced for two seconds when he looked at her like this, she pursed her lips and was speechless.

"I will change it tomorrow! You are not allowed to participate in any competition!" He said word by word.

"I do not!"

Sheng An'an usually doesn't talk much, always studying hard, and others seem to be weak and do not like to cause trouble.

But Mei Shu lets know her stubbornness and reluctance to admit defeat.

But it still surprised him to raise his face and talk back to him so quickly.

His thin lips curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Do you think I have no temper?"

Mei Shurang is indeed always serious outside, like a smiling tiger.

But Sheng An'an also knew that he was domineering and evil in his bones.

But she still stubbornly stared at him with her neck up, "I've already signed up! The score has also been chosen, and I will definitely participate in the competition."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly got up from the bed, and then rummaged through her bedside table.

There was no bedside table, so he went to the dresser again.

"What are you doing?" Sheng An'an knew that he didn't drink too much, but the effect of alcohol was obvious, and his temper was not small at the moment.

He is looking for sheet music.

There were no dresser drawers, so he took her schoolbag.

Only then did Sheng An'an get off the bed again and again, and quickly rushed to grab the schoolbag, "Don't touch my things!"

Mei Shurang has a slender figure, with his arms holding the schoolbag to the top of his head, Sheng An'an can't reach it at all.

Lowering his eyebrows, the man stared at her meaningfully, "Don't touch your things? Don't talk about your things, where on your body have I not touched?"

After finishing speaking, Sheng An'an seemed to have been poked into a sore spot, he clenched his palms tightly, and stared at him with red eyes.

"Why can't I learn music if you don't like that woman?!"