Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

When she cautiously pushed the gift over and looked at the man in front of her hopefully, Yang Mufan just frowned wearily, then without even looking at the gift, he uttered a sentence indifferently: "Mu Wanqing, I can see that Tang Moyu treats you well, if you can, marry him..."

boom--

At that very second, Mu Wanqing felt a huge thunder ruthlessly struck down from the sky above her head, making her ears buzzing.

She stared blankly at the man who was so calm and expressionless in front of her, as if she couldn't believe it.

Obviously before, he kept saying that she was not allowed to associate with other men, and that she was not allowed to find a stepdad for his son.

how today...

After a long time, Mu Wanqing's thoughts turned slightly.

She just wanted to ask a "why".

However, Yang Mufan didn't give her a chance, got up suddenly, and went straight upstairs without looking back.

Mu Wanqing sat stiffly on the sofa with her back straight, staring at his resolute but extremely indifferent tall back that quickly disappeared at the top of the stairs, tears rolled down without a trace.

Could it be that the current admirer really hates her so much? !

I wish she could completely and completely disappear from his eyes and the world.

In fact, think about it carefully: when did he like himself, and when did he wish that he would appear by his side.

From childhood to adulthood, every time she appeared, his pretty brows would be deeply frowned, and then he would ask impatiently, "Why are you here again, are you annoying..."

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Just maintaining the same posture, without moving, Mu Wanqing didn't know what time she was sitting until the early morning, but she just felt that in the silent night, she was sitting alone in a large villa that was so quiet that there was no sound, it was freezing cold.

The coldness gradually penetrated from the skin to the blood, and she felt that her soul was about to freeze into ice.

When the ancient pendulum clock in the living room issued a faint reminder tone at four o'clock in the morning, Mu Wanqing stretched her legs a little and wanted to get up and leave.

Unexpectedly, she was not allowed to move too much, and suddenly there was a sound of rustling footsteps in the stairwell.

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing suddenly turned her head to look at the stairwell.

However, when she saw the figure standing at the corner of the first floor and the second floor, the light of surprise burst out from her eyes, and she instantly fell into the never-ending darkness.

She stared fixedly at the figure at the stairs, her eyes were empty and silent, turning red bit by bit.

At this time, Wen Xiaorou was wearing a man's shirt, leaning lazily but with a woman's unique charm on the guardrail, slightly raised the corners of her lips, and looked down condescendingly with a victorious posture, keeping her movements stiff Mu Wanqing was there.

Wen Xiaorou, who was only wearing a shirt, had a pair of straight, slender and smooth long legs, which pierced Mu Wanqing's tear glands, which had been recovering with great difficulty, and felt another burst of pain.

She knew that shirt: it was just admiration for the cuff buttons on the sleeves that she had just put on, and it was too late to take off.

"Wanqing, it's so late, I haven't come home yet." Wen Xiaorou casually brushed the wavy hair hanging behind her, and said provocatively, "Mu Fan said he was too tired and thirsty just now, let me go downstairs Pour him a glass of water."