The domineering president married a sweet wife

"Fang Jingya, are you enough!" Mai Yaxi suppressed the fear in her heart.

Hang up the phone, don't listen to every word she says, besides lying, what else can this sister do?

This voice kept lingering in Mai Yaxi's mind.

But what was inexplicable was that Mai Yaxi was still unable to hang up the phone, as if the devil's hand controlled her limbs.

"Do you want to slander Feicheng in front of me? Feicheng will never lie to me. He promised me that he will help me find my mother and let her return to me safely!" Fang Jingya paused slightly , but it made Mai Yaxi's heart even more manic, and said in a high tone: "Fang Jingya, your tricks are over! Feicheng, Feicheng will never let you go!"

The lower abdomen is hurting, as if it is being torn apart.

Fang Jingya seemed to enjoy Mai Yaxi's anger, which was exactly what she wanted.

"Ye Feicheng will find your mother for you, but what he brings back is just a cold urn." Fang Jingya said with a half-smile: "How should I put it. Maybe Ye Feicheng is hiding it from you because he is afraid of you. Can’t bear the news? But Ye Feicheng had already sent Wesson to the United States, and his mother died of illness after being snatched away by Wesson, so maybe, he kept it from you because of her mother’s death, and He's related."

Mai Yaxi's eyes widened, and big tears fell down her cheeks.

"You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense!" Mai Yaxi shouted at the top of her lungs.

The sweat on her forehead was due to the severe pain in her lower abdomen.She panicked, clutching her belly with one hand, her eyes flicked quickly but blankly.

"My mother's life is actually of great benefit to me. I don't need to tell you the news of her death. But, I am your sister after all, and I feel sorry for hiding the news of my mother's death from you." Fang Jingya changed her face. Tone, make a very real look.

Mai Yaxi gritted her teeth tightly, resisting the pain in her lower abdomen and the pain in her heart, the two kinds of pain almost swallowed up Mai Yaxi's thoughts.She didn't have the energy to answer Fang Jingya's words.

"Whether you believe it or not, mother is already dead. She died so painfully that even the most beloved daughter didn't have time to see her." Fang Jingya said almost cruelly: "However, if you need, I can send you my mother's portrait."

"Enough! I don't believe what you said, not a single word!" Mai Yaxi yelled, hung up the phone at the same time, and dropped the phone.

She panted heavily, tears streaming down her face.

Although she said that, she actually believed Fang Jingya's words, and Fang Jingya knew she believed it.

Mai Yaxi pulled out the infusion tube in her hand, lifted the quilt, got out of bed tremblingly, her footsteps were weak, she gritted her teeth and approached the wide window, and opened the heavy curtains.

She looked out the window, trying to relieve the pain in her lower abdomen.

The colic became more and more intense, she held on to the heavy curtains tightly, and leaned against the wall until the curtains were pulled from the curtain rod, and she curled up against the wall.

The pain in the lower abdomen gradually weakened, but the pain in the heart was intense to the extreme.

She bit the back of her hand with her white teeth, whimpering and crying, the tooth marks on the back of her hand became deeper and deeper, and the smell of blood filled her mouth.

Mai Yaxi hated herself, she didn't let go, the back of her hand hurt, but it was not as painful as her heart, it was a little numb.