After the divorce, the domineering ex-husband was slapped in the face every day

Chapter 405
Yin Ruoqi's face turned pale, and there was a buzzing in her head.

"Mu Jinhuan, are you crazy? I don't want to stay here!"

She didn't want to stay in this dead man's room with this horrible portrait!
Yin Ruoqi gritted her teeth and got up, running away.

Unexpectedly, Mu Jinhuan grabbed her long disheveled hair and swung it hard, causing Yin Ruoqi to fall to the ground screaming.

"Kneel down!" Mu Jinhuan shouted sharply.

"I don't want it!" Yin Ruoqi's eyes were red with pain, and she got up again, holding her neck.

Mu Jinhuan simply kicked Yin Ruoqi's leg, and the pointed heel of the high-heeled shoe dug into the crook of Yin Ruoqi's leg like an awl. She had no power to resist and fell to her knees with a "plop".

Mu Jinhuan stepped forward and pinched Yin Ruoqi's chin, looking into her tearful eyes, every word was cold to the bone.

"There is a pen and paper on the table, remember to practice a lot. I will come to check tomorrow morning. If you can't draw my brother's portrait, kneel here until the end of the world!"

Yin Ruoqi was pushed by Mu Jinhuan's neck to the table.

The door rang and Mu Jinhuan left.

Yin Ruoqi flew over, but the sound of locks being locked came from outside.

"Mu Jinhuan, let me out! You pervert! Let me out!"

Yin Ruoqi burst into tears and knelt down by the door in embarrassment.

Suddenly, the lights in the entire room went out, leaving only a dim night light on the desk.

Uncle Cheng stood outside the door holding the remote control, glanced at the door with squinted eyes, and turned to leave.

The light of the night light was very dim, like a flickering candle, dancing and reflected on the portrait, as if the person in the photo was resurrected, which was very scary.

Yin Ruoqi crawled and hid behind the curtain, wrapped herself in the curtain, closed her eyes tightly, held her head and screamed wildly.

"Mu Jinhuan, I hate you!!!"

……

The next day was the weekend, and Mu Jinhuan didn't wake up until nine in the morning.

After spinning for a while, she was ready to enjoy a vacation and relax.

She stood up and opened the window, the fresh morning breeze blew in, and Mu Jinhuan's face showed the intoxication of the tranquility of the years.

After washing, Mu Jinhuan walked out of the room.

Uncle Cheng was holding a bouquet of flowers and was putting them into the vase one by one. He smiled kindly when he saw Mu Jinhuan.

"Miss, good morning."

Mu Jin was content with sleeping, but also in high spirits. She smiled and nodded in response, "Good morning, Uncle Cheng."

"Where's Yin Ruoqi? Are you yelling and screaming again?"

Yin Ruoqi's scream almost echoed throughout the villa last night, and Mu Jinhuan later sent someone to gag her.

Uncle Cheng shook his head, a look of contempt flashing across his eyes.

"I fainted from fright in the second half of the night. I don't know if I'm awake now."

Mu Jinhuan smiled sarcastically, "Go and have a look."

Opening the door, she immediately saw a bulge behind the curtains.

Mu Jinhuan walked in and kicked him mercilessly.

"Ouch! Who dares to disturb my aunt's sleep?" Yin Ruoqi shouted angrily.

When she rubbed her eyes and saw the person in front of her clearly, Yin Ruoqi suddenly recalled her situation and quickly moved to Mu Jinhuan's feet.

"Jin Huan, my good sister, I realize my mistake, please let me out."

Mu Jinhuan shook off Yin Ruoqi's hand in disgust and winked at Uncle Cheng.

Uncle Cheng turned around and took a pen and paper and placed it in front of Yin Ruoqi.

The corners of Mu Jinhuan's mouth were half raised, and her eyes were cold and forbidding. "Let's draw."

Yin Ruoqi then remembered the mission that Mu Jinhuan left last night, but she was almost frightened yesterday. She always felt that the portrait was going to come back to life and strangle her neck, so she dared not look at him again.

Holding the pen tremblingly, Yin Ruoqi drew on the paper for a long time, but what she drew didn't even have a human shape.

"Can't draw it?"

Mu Jinhuan flirted with the people outside, and the servant came in with a dinner plate, with only two cakes placed on it.

"Keep reading after dinner. When will you finish the drawing, when will you leave."

"No, no, Mu Jinhuan!!"

Ignoring Yin Ruoqi's hysterical pleas for mercy, the servants stopped her, and Mu Jinhuan turned a deaf ear to her screams and left the room.

Mu Jinhuan had a simple breakfast and asked Tang Xiaoxiao to hang out.

The two made an appointment to meet at a shooting club in the west of the city.

"Little Mumu~"

As soon as Mu Jinhuan parked the car, Tang Xiaoxiao, who was standing in front of the club and dressed in jeans, had sharp eyes and shouted and trotted over.

"Long time no see!" Tang Xiaoxiao threw herself into Mu Jinhuan's arms enthusiastically like a golden retriever.

Mu Jinhuan took a few steps back as usual before catching Tang Xiaoxiao, and said in a feint, "You are so happy, it seems your waist doesn't hurt anymore?"

Tang Xiaoxiao puffed up her chest nonchalantly, "It's fine a long time ago. I went to play tennis the day before yesterday!"

Tang Xiaoxiao took Mu Jinhuan's arm and pulled her into the club.

"This club is newly opened. I heard that the firearms in it are all from the army, and the handles are [-]% new. Doesn't it sound exciting? I have wanted to come and play for a long time..."

The two people walked in chatting and laughing, and were led by the usher to the dressing room to change clothes.

The shooting training uniform is a tight-fitting style, which outlines Mu Jinhuan's exquisite curves perfectly and gracefully, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Mu Jinhuan chatted with Tang Xiaoxiao through the cabinet door.

"My second brother has been missing these days. Is he with you?"

Tang Xiaoxiao lowered his head to adjust his belt and curled his lips when he heard this.

"My small temple can't accommodate his big Buddha. He probably went somewhere to study again. I haven't seen him in more than a week."

Mu Jinhuan casually raised the corners of her mouth, saying that she didn't care, as if she was counting the days apart.

"Then you don't want him?"

Tang Mengmeng poked her head out from behind the cabinet, her eyebrows raised high, as if she was about to vomit.

"I miss him? Your second brother is straight and sharp-tongued. I miss him only because I'm crazy, right?"

"Last time, he insisted on dragging me shopping, saying that he wanted to be my bag carrier. But halfway through the shopping, he and the shopping guide were lying on the table, typing on their phones, and insisted on arguing with others about which of the recent stocks was better. !”

Mu Jinhuan lay on the sofa holding her stomach, laughing so hard that she was out of breath.

With Gu Nanjie's sensitivity to numbers and his character as a straight man, this is really something he can do.

"You can still laugh? Do you know how speechless I was at that time? I really wanted to just leave him and run away!"

As he said this, Tang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but laugh.

Mu Jinhuan breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the shooting range with Tang Xiaoxiao, deciding to go back to make up for her second brother.

"Smile, actually my second brother is not that upright. Didn't he take you to the haunted house last time?"

Mu Jinhuan bumped Tang Xiaoxiao's shoulder ambiguously.

"Didn't you have a little deer to bump into about that bet?"

Tang Xiaoxiao walked up to the stage, put on the soundproof earmuffs, and said nonchalantly: "I'm just willing to admit defeat. If I kiss you, I'll kiss you. When the two lips touch, I don't feel anything special."

(End of this chapter)