When Yang Mufan received Tianhu's call, he was sitting in his study watching a video anonymously sent to his mailbox by a stranger.

The blue veins on the handsome forehead popped out, and the cold black eyes watched the lively, luscious, lively, fragrant scenes on the video, and the anger was about to burst into flames.

In the video, Mu Wanqing and Wei Zhehan, on the gorgeous and spacious double bed, are turning clouds and rains, using various postures, lingering to death.

Mu Wanqing's coquettish voice, like a cat meowing, irritated his eardrums.

She said: "It's so powerful, Han, ah~, I can't take it anymore, it's so heavy!! Lighten it up!!!"

Wei Zhehan panted heavily, and asked dignifiedly: "Baby, tell me, is it better to admire Fan or me?!"

Stimulated by passion, Mu Wanqing screamed excitedly on the spot, gasping for breath: "Of course it's you... ah ah ah... it's so heavy, you hurt me, be lighter..."

Wei Zhehan said, "Qingzi, give me a son."

Mu Wanqing responded impatiently: "Yes!"

Wei Zhehan said again: "Qingzi, tell me, how about letting Yang Mufan raise our son?!"

Mu Wanqing replied: "Very good, he is so rich, his son will definitely be a prince under one person and above ten thousand in the future, or else when I get pregnant, tell him that the child is his?! "

"..."

"..."

Don't admire Fan, who had finished watching the content of the video, and kicked the desk over with an extremely violent kick.

His chest heaved violently; the pent-up anger in his chest surged ferociously like a mighty army of horses.

The mouse, which was tightly held in his hand, "creaked" and was crushed by him.

The sharp fragments pierced his flesh, and the bright red blood immediately spilled out one by one along the fingers.

Admire Fan staring bitterly at the computer that fell to the ground, torn apart and constantly emitting white smoke, his eyes were full of horrifying and ruthless light, in the study room, it was extremely quiet, only the sound of his fingers intertwining bones when he clenched his fists, and The sound of his teeth gnashing.

He could see clearly that the time shown on the video was the third day after he had a one-night stand with Mu Wanqing in the hotel shortly after he returned to China.

That day, Wei Zhehan happened to successfully escape from the prison and escaped from the detention center.

However, when Mu Wanqing revealed that she was pregnant and was taken to Muyuan to arrange for a medical examination, he still remembered her panicked look until now.

At that time, Yang Mulin's personal doctor happened to be Wei Zhehan's uncle.

It turned out that what she was carrying in her stomach was not the seed he admired Fan at all, but... Wei Zhehan's.

Heh~! !

How ironic! !

No wonder from the very beginning: he really hated that kid from the bottom of his heart.

Sure enough, there is a subtle induction between the blood vessels.

The mobile phone on the side was buzzing non-stop. Yang Mufan frowned, walked over with slender legs, glanced at the phone number on the screen, and quickly connected without hesitation.

The second it was connected, Tianhu's urgent and anxious voice came: "Second brother, are you in Muyuan now?! Come to the hospital quickly, Mu Wanqing is clamoring to see you, she is very emotional, like crazy It's the same. Come and comfort her."

When Yang Mufan heard this, he slanted his lips and sneered: "Tell her, if you want to live, you can receive treatment in a peaceful manner. If you really don't want to live, ask the doctor to give her a bottle of sleeping pills. If you want to see me, you can die. Be careful."

Outside the study, after hearing Yang Mufan's words, a black shadow flashed rapidly, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye...

**

Like favorites, leave a message, share equally, recommend.See you tomorrow!

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like