Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

"I'll step in! Fine, whatever you say, I'm too lazy to argue with you." Wen Wan poked her waist angrily, neither wanting to explain nor bothering to explain, why should she care what a man she met for the first time thinks of her?

"What else do you want to ask?" Murong Zihao glanced at her coldly.

"What's going on between you and Shen Moling?" Wen Wan then remembered the most important question, and looked at him nervously.

When Murong Zihao heard this question, the coldness between his brows deepened, and he almost waited for her with an expression of disgust: "Your curiosity is too strong!"

"You...I just care about it and it's not gossip." Wen Wan curled her lips and said dissatisfied.

"You can ask him." Murong Zihao closed the album and threw the question to Shen Moling, "Put it back."

Wen Wan pouted and whispered: "If I want to ask him, I'll ask you!" Although she didn't want to be dominated by him, she still put the photo album on the chair because the other party was disabled. He went back, and asked casually as he got down, "Is your leg getting better?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, before his feet landed, Murong Zihao overturned the stool for her without knowing it, and Wen Wan fell heavily on the ground and almost fell into a big somersault.

"Ah! What are you doing!" She glared at him, touching her ass that was about to break.

Is this person sick?Nervous in the brain or shadowed in his heart, he dared to sneak attack her!

"None of your business, get out!" Murong Zihao turned his wheelchair around, his whole body covered in a haze.

"You... If I hadn't seen you like this, believe it or not, I would slap you!" Wen Wan was so angry that she stood up on the stool, her butt hurting badly.

"What do you think of me? Useless, disabled?" Murong Zihao turned his head and stared at her, with an unprecedented evil spirit bursting out from his eyes.

Wen Wan swallowed her saliva, and defended with a trance-like embarrassment: "I didn't mean that, I mean... I mean... Anyway, it was wrong for you to suddenly overturn the stool just now and make me fall!"

"Oh, so what if I throw you? A vile and shameless woman like you deserves it." He looked at her contemptuously and said contemptuously.

"Indecent and shameless!" Wen Wan gritted her teeth, "That's the kind of woman I am, okay! Hmph!" She turned and rushed out of the room, clutching her buttocks, and slammed the door hard with a "bang".

Mad at her!Mad at her!Mad at her!This Murong Zihao's character is too bad!She just cares about him, if she doesn't like it, she won't like it, why lift her stool!She always said that she meddled and was shameless, with such a vicious mouth, she deserved to be ignored!

Sitting down on the sofa in a gentle buttocks, but bouncing up in pain, lying on the coffee table and frowning in pain, this fall was really hard!

In the living room, Shen Moling had already "mishandled" destroyed three priceless antiques of Murong's family, and the old man was so distressed that he almost passed out on the spot.

Seeing that the most expensive one was also going to be murdered, Murong Tianyou couldn't pretend to be hypocritical anymore, tearing up his face and shouting angrily: "Shen Moling, if you have something to say, speak up, if you touch my Murong's things again, get out!"

Shen Moling squinted his eagle eyes, frowned slightly, and replied with a sneer: "I can't blame you for that. If you, the Murong family, touch my woman, then I can't touch your things?"

Murong Tianyou's vicious words slammed into the cotton that was hiding the knife, and he was not in a hurry, nor was he in a hurry, a fire rushed straight at Tianling Gaier, who was already old and stood there with an old bone trembling.

"Can you tell me clearly, when will my Murong family be sorry for you?" He asked suppressing his anger.