After the divorce, Feng Ye begged for reconciliation every day.

Chapter 2 He's Similar to That Man
Sneering coldly, the man continued to stare at the screen.

From beginning to end, the only constant is that she always wears a silver fox mask on her face.

"check!"

The man's eyes shot out bursts of cold light, the bone-piercing chill, and everything around him froze instantly, as if he was in an ice cellar.

Entering the wrong room is just an excuse!

Who the hell sent her!

"Master, Miss Su is calling."

Seeing the screen of the mobile phone on the side constantly turning on, the subordinate hurriedly said to the man who was thinking about something.

Taking the mobile phone from his subordinate, the man walked to the window and pulled the curtain aside.

"Wanwan, what's the matter?"

The gentle and delicate tone is like the warm sun in winter.

"What? What happened to Wanwan?"

The originally relaxed attitude suddenly became cold again, and the tense tone was full of endless worries.

"Okay, I'll be right over here!"

The man quickly hung up the phone.

The subordinate who was sorting out picked up the banknotes on the bedside table, and he paused for a moment, "Master, this is..."

"what?"

The man turned around, glanced at him, and then walked towards the door.

"It seems that it was left by that woman."

The subordinate said tremblingly.

It seems that the woman misunderstood the master.

Upon hearing this sentence, the man slowed down instantly, and finally stopped.

What she left behind?

What's left?
The subordinate quickly took the money and walked over, "Master, there is a message on it."

Taking it from his subordinate's hand, the man's expression froze instantly.

I saw eloquently written on the red banknotes, 'It's okay. '

So, that woman, unexpectedly, regarded him as? ? ?

Thinking of what the woman said last night, it seems that everything is reasonable.

"Grandpa, are you okay?"

Seeing the man whose expression suddenly changed, the subordinate asked in fear.

After all, such words are more or less a compliment to others.

However, for my father, it was obviously a severe humiliation, a great shame!

The man directly stuffed the sum of money into his subordinate's arms, gritted his teeth and said, "Find out who booked room 6 on the third floor!"

Immediately, he strode out of the room, he has more important things to do now, Su Wanwan's situation is not very good, he must rush over to be with her immediately!
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After coming out of the bar, Shi Moran hurried to a nearby shopping mall to buy casual clothes that looked like a decent woman and changed into them.

I went to the makeup shop again to remove the alluring makeup on my face.

She took a taxi to the vicinity of Feng's house, and trotted around for a while, until fine sweat broke out on her plump and clean forehead, before she came to the gate of Feng's house.

"Ma'am, why are you so early..."

When the servant who was tending the yard saw the doorbell ringing, Moran immediately put down the watering tool in his hand.

"I watch TV, and people say that exercising more is good for your body, and you can live longer. Ranran wants to live a long life, but Ranran doesn't want to die."

While talking, Mo Ran hunched over and panted heavily, looking exhausted.

The servant hurriedly opened the iron door, and then stretched out his hand to support Shi Moran, "Madam, if you want to exercise, you can do it at home, there may be some bad people out there, if anything happens to you, how can we explain to Lord Feng. "

"No, oh, Ranran didn't meet any bad guys, hehe."

Shi Moran raised his head and smiled brightly at the servant. His big round eyes were narrowed into a line, shaped like a crescent moon. Coupled with the slightly wrinkled nose that smiled too much, the whole person was pure and cute. clatter.

"That's fine, that's fine."

The servant had a smile on his face.

Although the wife is not favored by the master, she is very attractive because of her child-like disposition.

As soon as the two of them entered the room, the butler who hung up the phone stared at Shi Moran, who was sweating and looked pitiful like a puppy with his head drooping, with a serious face.

"Take Madam to tidy up, Lord Feng, I'm coming back."

what.

The drooping eyelids looked listless, and the eyes instantly turned on, Feng Yichen wants to come back?
What is he doing back here?
Since she married into Feng's family, he never came back.

Today, the sun is coming out from the west?

"Okay, Steward Yan."

The servant responded quickly.

Then pull Shi Moran and leave quickly.

After washing up and being dressed up by the servant, Shi Moran slowly came downstairs under the leadership of the servant.

Faintly hearing the man's deep and mellow voice, she stopped involuntarily, with a trace of suspicion flashing in her eyes.

Is it her illusion?

Why did she feel like she heard this voice somewhere?
"Master Feng, Madam is here."

As soon as he arrived at the door of the living room, the servant couldn't wait to remind him.

The man sitting on the leather sofa casually looked towards the door, and when he saw that face with a romantic smile like a cherry blossom without any impurities, he couldn't help but pause.

This is the cleanest smile he has ever seen so far.

No wonder, grandma likes her so much.

"come over."

He waved his hand, and said to the doorway, his heart beating faster, but Shi Moran was still maintaining a smirk on the surface.

Shi Moran hid behind the servant in a complicated mood, the smile disappeared completely, only timidity remained.

The man not far away has stunningly beautiful black hair, slender eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a thin jaw, but there is no emotion in those eyes that seem to be freezing at a glance.Cold and heartless.

Hell?
Why does the man in front of her look so similar to the man she slept with?

"Ma'am, don't be afraid, he is Lord Feng and your husband."

The servant took Shi Moran's hand, patted the back of her hand lightly, and comforted her softly.

"Oh, he is Ranran's husband."

Shi Moran nodded half-understood, then glanced timidly at Feng Yichen who had stood up from the sofa with impatience written all over his face.

His tone was cold, and he said to her in a commanding tone, "Come here!"

Pushed by the servant, Shi Moran lifted his foot and walked towards him slowly.

She wondered why the more she looked at it, the more she felt that Feng Yichen in front of her was more like the man from this morning.

Standing in front of Feng Yichen, Shi Moran stared at the almost identical side face, and couldn't help asking, "Where were you last night?"

Everyone present was stunned.

Madam is blaming Lord Feng?
What right does she have to talk to Lord Feng like this?

Just as Steward Yan was about to scold, he was interrupted by Feng Yichen, "Why do you ask like that?"

Looking at the little woman in front of her who was holding the skirt with her hands hanging down her side, her face was nervous and uneasy, her resolute chin was slightly raised, and she looked at her with a complicated expression.

Shi Moran.

The youngest daughter of the Shi family.

Born to be a fool, he hooked up with all kinds of men before he was a teenager.

He couldn't figure out why grandma would rather let him marry such a woman than let Su Wanwan, who was thousands of times better than her and couldn't even be compared with her, come in.

(End of this chapter)