Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 1094

Xie Feng couldn't stand it anymore, if Sheng Mian was here, he would definitely reward her with a bullet.

"Let's stop here tonight. I'll leave first and let Yancheng sleep here for a while. He probably hasn't rested these days."

Wen Sihe also stood up, but Qin Bohuai stayed behind, pointing to the sofa next to him.

"I'm staying here, worrying about his stomachache at night."

Both Wen Sihe and Xie Feng nodded, and they left together.

When they came to the side of the road, Xie Feng lit a cigarette, and Wen Sihe also asked.

"What does this matter have to do with Yancheng's brother? How did he say that nonsense just now?"

Xie Feng lowered his head and lit the cigarette, and said in a calm tone, "When he sobers up, you can ask yourself."

Wen Sihe raised his eyebrows, "Your mouth is made of clam shells, right?"

Xie Feng was in a bad mood, so he ignored him and got into the car directly.

Wen Sihe stood there for a while, then suddenly sighed.

Immediately afterwards, his cell phone rang. When he saw this number, his brows were wrinkled, and he felt irritated. How could this woman end.

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When Zhuang Wan worked overtime until two o'clock in the morning, he received a call from a man.

She froze all over. This was the exclusive phone ringtone she set for him. Whenever this ringtone rang, it meant that she was going to that place.

She hurriedly packed her things, sorted out the documents needed tomorrow one by one, and then drove over.

It is very late now, and there are not many vehicles on the roadside.

In less than 10 minutes, she was standing outside the door of the villa.

She used to go to the hotel, it was convenient there.

Recently he set the address to this villa.

The villa is not big, small and exquisite, not like a place where people like him would often live, but like a small cage where the golden house hides its beauty.

That's exactly what she thought when she first stepped here.

But then he was very self-deprecating, what kind of golden house hides beauty, in his heart, she is only a tool at best.

She took a deep breath, collected herself, and pushed open the door in front of her.

The man is already waiting inside, he probably isn't in a good mood tonight.

To be precise, in fact, every time he came to her, he seemed to be in a bad mood.

She put down the briefcase in her hand and skillfully went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out, he stood in front of the coffee table a little awkwardly.

She didn't know what posture he was going to use this time, just like a log, waiting for his command.

The man grabbed her and pressed her on the sofa without hesitation.

She couldn't move, and didn't dare to ask, so she endured it abruptly.

These times with him, she has summed up the law, the more nervous, the more painful, so she must let herself relax, so that she does not reject this matter.

It's quite effective now, at least the initial nausea has disappeared, and now she just soberly hopes that this matter will end soon, end soon.

But his staying power is very strong, even if he is not interested, he can toss her for an hour.

Zhuang Wan's face turned pale, and he began to think about the documents to be processed tomorrow.

But his strength increased suddenly, as if he wanted to smash her apart.

"Are you distracted?"

His tone was a little dissatisfied. He could not care about this situation, but she must.

"No."

Zhuang Wan was a little afraid of him.

As soon as the voice fell, her mobile phone remembered, it was already four o'clock in the morning, and she didn't know who would call.

When she saw the long-lost note, she was a little surprised.

Fang Dong was blocked before, but then she got drunk during a party, and she pulled him out again, and then forgot about it.

Seeing the words "husband" flashing now, she only felt great irony.

The man obviously saw it too, and sneered.

"Husband? I didn't hear that you were married."

He really didn't know her marital status, only where she worked.

Zhuang Wan quickly took the phone and hung up, "It's just the boyfriend we were talking about before, and we broke up."

The man was not interested in this matter, his tone was light, "Yeah."

Zhuang Wan didn't speak, but slowly clenched his fingers in pain.

But the phone rang again. This time the man picked up the phone and pressed the answer button, and Fang Dong's voice came from inside.

"Wanwan, I... I regret it a bit. To be honest, marrying you will be really happy. You are considerate. When I was drunk before, you would always feed me hangover soup and take care of me until dawn. Now Yang Shuang doesn't know how to do these things, and even wants me to take care of her. Wanwan, hello, I really miss you now. "

(End of this chapter)