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

Mu Wanqing could no longer listen to it, and she yelled at Wen Xiaorou out of control: "Stop talking!!!!!!!!! Whether you admire Fanai or not is a private matter between me and him, and has nothing to do with you. Even if he doesn't love me and feels that my existence hinders your marriage, he should tell me, not you!!!!!! Understand?!!!!!!!"

Hearing this, Wen Xiaorou's brows were filled with endless malice, she stared coldly at the woman with red eyes, her eyes turned cold, and she gritted her teeth viciously: "I am his wife, what is the relationship between you and him?" Why do I have no right to interfere in my private affairs?! As a mistress, how dare you yell in front of me so confidently?!"

"..." Mu Wanqing's whole body was trembling. She didn't know whether she was cold or angry. The arc of her trembling became more and more intense. In the end, her legs were almost weak, and she couldn't stand stably.

Obviously, Wen Xiaorou's patience had been exhausted, she gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence from her throat: "Mu Wanqing, if you dare to pester Yang Mufan again, then don't blame me for being cruel and unkind. You should know , Offend me, even if I have no way to make you unhappy, but to make Yang Muan suffer, it is so easy and effortless."

"If you don't want to admire An's pain, you'd better know the truth and get out of the way. From then on, don't appear in front of Yang Mifan again."

"..." Mu Wanqing heard Wen Xiaorou's redness.bare.The provocative words were almost crazy, her eyes were red, and she roared, "Wen Xiaorou, if you dare to touch An'an, try."

"Mu Wanqing, you know that it is absolutely impossible for Yang Mufan to give up the custody of Yang Muan. Then, there is only one possibility for Yang Muan's future, and that is: live with Yang Muan all the time. And Yang Mufan, even now No matter how much I like him, how much I love him, how long will it last?! In the future, Yang Mufan and I will have our own flesh and blood. In his eyes, what kind of thing is Yang Muan?! So, I don’t want to live a miserable life for Yang Muan , you'd better: don't provoke me, understand?!"

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Mu Wanqing, who had never been good at expressing her words with others, ended up being defeated in embarrassment, and then fled in a hurry.

Wen Xiaorou stared at her flustered back as she disappeared into the night outside the door. Suddenly, the corner of her mouth curled up, revealing a triumphant smile. Immediately after, she whistled happily, and returned upstairs triumphantly.

Fourth floor, master bedroom.

When she quietly slipped into the cloakroom, trying to take off the shirt that admired Fan and put it in the laundry basket without anyone noticing, a cold male voice suddenly sounded from behind: "You are in my room." ,do what?!"

"..." Wen Xiaorou froze immediately, but adjusted in the shortest possible time. She put the shirt in her arms into the basket, and then said in a low voice, "I suddenly remembered that there are dirty clothes in your room that haven't been washed. I want to I took it out and washed it for you. I’m on vacation tomorrow, and I happen to be fine. I want to help you wash your clothes, but I’m worried, and I suddenly forget tomorrow, so I..."

"You can let the servant wash these clothes, you don't have to do it yourself." Admiral Fan stood at the door of the cloakroom wearing a black bathrobe, with an extremely threatening manner, "It's getting late, you should go back to your room early to sleep."

"Okay." Wen Xiaorou nodded obediently, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.

And after she disappeared, Yang Mufan stood at the door, inadvertently, caught a glimpse of the collar of the white shirt she just took, and there was a huge red lip print printed on it for no reason...