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

"Get out." Admire Fan who was completely enraged, two blazing flames that could not be extinguished instantly burned in his eyes, he yelled at the man without lifting his eyelids.

Obviously the tone was so harsh, so ugly, and so vicious, but the man seemed to have received an amnesty, ignoring the pain on his body, and left the room in a hurry.

The moment the door of the room was closed, the awe-inspiring and murderous admiration wrapped around her body, grabbed Mu Wanqing's eyes roughly, and roared angrily:

"Mu Wanqing, why are you so low. Low. Shameless?!"

"If I tell you to take it off, you take it off, and if I tell you to lie down, just lie down?! Is it because Wei Zhehan was imprisoned by me, and no man can satisfy you, so you feel uncomfortable?! Huh?!"

"You shameless, nasty woman, you can't live without men, can you?! Since any man can kill you, what happened when Yang Muchen bumped into you?!"

"Don't let him touch you, do you think: He is not as rich as Wei Zhehan?! Huh?!"

"Mu Wanqing, let me tell you very clearly: Back then you and Wei Zhehan killed my only younger brother in such cruel ways, and I will definitely make you pay a price that is more painful than death."

Admire Fan's words, every word is eerie and terrifying.

But her breathing was suddenly cut off, and Mu Wanqing felt the fear of death wrapping her tightly in an instant.

She struggled to open her eyes, admiring Fan's face that became more ferocious and distorted due to anger, gradually came into view.

Naked, naked, and humiliating words hurt Mu Wanqing's already scarred nerves.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but... in the end, she couldn't utter a single word.

Because she has nothing to say.

In Yang Mufan's heart, she will never be the most important one. The only thing he cares about is his half-brother—Yang Muchen.

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The year we met: she was nine years old; he was 13 years old.

At that time, autumn was thick and deep, when everything withered, but her world was sunny and spring was blooming.

He and his younger brother, Yang Muchen, lived with his adoptive mother in a dilapidated demolition house not far from the school.

Every day after school, the first thing she did was to run to his house, and then follow him around like a follower.

She would ask him many questions, but he was never willing to answer her.

All I know is to keep helping my adoptive mother with housework, and then tidy up the messy yard that is piled up with garbage.

At that time, Yang Mufan was very young, but there were many cuts on the back of his hand.

There are wounds cracked by the double damage of cold water and cold wind; there are wounds pierced by garbage debris and scabbed.

She looked distressed.

I took my pocket money and bought him gloves and hand cream.

But he didn't appreciate it, he threw it on the ground angrily, and then scolded with a distorted face: "Mu Wanqing, you hang around behind me all day, what the hell are you doing?! Are you annoying?! Don't follow me anymore, follow me again, believe it or not I beat you?!"

At that time, his expression was very fierce and ferocious, and his brown pupils burst out with a frightening red light.

Although she was frightened, she did not run away.

She squatted down, picked up the gloves and hand cream, ignored his abuse and resistance, carefully touched the hand cream on the back of his hand, and then said solemnly like a little adult: "Brother Mu Fan, your The hands are beautiful, the fingers are long enough to play the piano. If such a perfect hand is covered with calluses, it will be bad."

She smeared very carefully, applying little by little.

That was the first time they held hands, his palm was very rough, his fingers were cold and lonely.