After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of my scumbag husband

Qingyue: [Sister, Song Nanfeng is really not a man. No matter what, he can’t hit a woman, right?]

[Sister, Mrs. Tang is here too. I just saw her get off the car. Something even more exciting might happen.]

When Su Nanqing saw it, his hand holding the phone tightened slightly.

She didn't reply to the message, she knew Qingyue would send the message to her.

……

Tang Wanying got out of the car, walked into the villa gate with graceful steps, and looked at the embarrassed Yang Shuyi.

Yang Shuyi suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Tang Wanying.

She instantly shouted excitedly: "Tang Wanying, it's you! What are you doing here? How do you know this place?"

Tang Wanying smiled elegantly and looked down at her: "It's me! I thought you two loved each other so much? A video can make him beat you up. His love is just this."

"I understand now. Song Nanfeng doesn't love anyone. He only loves money!"

"Tang Wanying, you are talking nonsense. The person he loves is me. He is with you only for money. Only you, a fool, have supported us for so many years..."

"You are quite proud then. It's the first time I've seen someone so proud of getting something for nothing."

Tang Wanying interrupted her, watched her stand up, and kicked her hard in the stomach again.

Yang Shuyi, who had just stood firm, fell down again in the snow in a mess.

"You..." She held her aching stomach and glared at Tang Wanying fiercely, feeling aggrieved and angry. She could never have imagined such a scene in her dreams. She was the high and mighty Mrs. Song, and Tang Wanying was the one being stepped under her feet.

But why is Tang Wanying still so confident even though she is in such a miserable state?

"Tang Wanying, why do you hit me? You are not good enough, why do you hit me? You can't hold a man's heart, and your man ran to me. If you have the guts, go hit Song Nanfeng. It takes two to tango."

"Yes, I know it takes two to tango. The reason why I hit you is very simple. You eat from me, use my things, and live in my house. You should keep your tail between your legs and behave yourself. You shouldn't come in front of me and act arrogantly."

"I know what you want to say to me today. You just want to show off in front of me and be proud of your victory. But did you really win?"

"That disgusting and greasy old man Song Nanfeng is quite suitable for you. If trash stays with trash, my house will be quiet."

"As for what you took from me, I will take it back. And Madam Wang, let Madam Wang perform next. You like to be someone else's mistress and destroy other people's families so much, so you just wait and see whether your proud man will protect you to the end."

Tang Wanying smiled coldly and continued, "Do you think your good days are over? No, from the moment Song Nanfeng and I divorce, your hard days will officially begin. Let's wait and see."

Tang Wanying left with a smile and confidence.

After leaving the villa, she sent a message to Mrs. Wang.

Then, she turned around and looked at the villa behind her, her eyes flashing with murderous intent, "Song Nanfeng, go back to where you came from. You had nothing when you left me, and you should have nothing too."

"I'll take you back to where you came from."

Tang Wanying finished talking to herself, got in the car, and drove away.

Yang Shuyi said something very true: one hand cannot clap, but flies don't bite seamless eggs.

Song Nanfeng will also receive corresponding punishment.

When Qingyue saw Tang Wanying leaving, Su Nanqing immediately sent her a video.

[Sister, Madam Tang beat up Yang Shuyi.]

When Su Nanqing saw the video, he didn't know why, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She sent a message to Qingyue.

[Come back, there's nothing to see. When I left the Song family, I kindly reminded Tang Wanying. Later, she found out the clues and plotted against Song Nanfeng. We can just watch them fight each other.]

Qingyue: [Okay, sister, but you shouldn’t remind them. They are vicious and disgusting. Why remind them?]

Qingyue was very angry, put down her phone and drove away.

Yang Shuyi limped back to the second floor and saw Song Nanfeng lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. She was furious at the thought of being seen by Tang Wanying in her most miserable state again.

She walked over angrily and was about to lose her temper when Song Nanfeng suddenly said, "Go make lunch. I'm hungry. Don't make me some big fish or meat. I can't eat it now. Make me something light."

He felt more and more uncomfortable and he dared not eat big fish and meat.

Yang Shuyi was stunned, and laughed at his words. She looked at him and sneered: "Song Nanfeng, I married you to enjoy life, not to serve you. I have lived in secret for so many years. You want me to serve you now? It's impossible. I'll order takeout for you."

"Takeout?" Song Nanfeng frowned. He sat up from the sofa and glared at Yang Shuyi: "Yang Shuyi, how could you let me eat takeout? If it were Yingying, she would not let me eat takeout."

“Haha…” Yang Shuyi sneered, looking at him with hatred in her eyes, “Song Nanfeng, when you hit me just now, Tang Wanying was watching outside. You embarrassed me and made me miserable, and you still want to eat the food I made for you? You’re dreaming.”

"She treated you very well, but you are divorced now, she has nothing to do with you anymore, she wants to kill you, and you still think she will prepare lunch for you?"

"Song Nanfeng, are you still dreaming?"

Song Nanfeng listened to her mocking voice, his eyes flashing with anger, and he was suddenly stunned, "You said, Tang Wanying was watching us outside the villa just now?"

"Yes! So, if you want to eat, you might as well eat shit." After saying that, Yang Shuyi turned her face away and went back to the room.

Song Nanfeng was very excited, wondering if Yingying had not forgotten him yet, and was worried that he was not eating well or sleeping well in the winter.

Yingying has always been very considerate.

Song Nanfeng quickly walked to the window to look, but there was nothing there. He went to the kitchen disappointed.

Looking at the sink full of dishes and chopsticks that were not used yesterday, Song Nanfeng wanted to make himself something to eat, but he didn't know where to start.

He had been pampered by Tang Wanying for more than twenty years and knew nothing about kitchen matters.

Tang Wanying also didn't want him to cook. There were always servants and chefs at home, so he could eat whatever he wanted.

But now, he couldn't even have a hot meal. The more Song Nanfeng thought about it, the angrier he became, and he went to quarrel with Yang Shuyi again.

After the divorce, he did not live the life he wanted, but instead was in chaos every day.

"Yang Shuyi, come out and make lunch for me. I'm hungry."

"Get lost! I am not your servant..."

……

in the afternoon.

Su Nanqing finished reading all the documents. The high-intensity work did not have much impact on her.

She is in good health now and has time to do everything.

She turned off the computer, stretched, reported her safety to her family group, and then went home.

Got to the car.

Su Nanqing took a look at the family group.

Only the eldest brother, the second brother, and the grandfather replied to her message, but the third brother still refused to pay attention to her.

Su Nanqing was very sad, but her third brother was still unwilling to forgive her.