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

Wei Zhehan said in a low voice: "Qingzi, I will take you away, don't be sad anymore, it's not worth it for such a person..."

As for Mu Wanqing, the reason why she was sad, the reason she was sad, was not because of her past experience, but because of her chilling heart.

Admire Fan, even once, wrong, even half a time, trust her half a time, defend her half a time, she is willing to die.

But, the truth is: he doesn't believe her at all.

All his tenderness and trust were given to Yang Muchen, but all his poisonous thorns were aimed at her.

Watching Wei Zhehan help the woman who was crying and almost fainting to leave, Admiral Fan smiled coldly, and continued to sarcastically: "I don't know why, seeing this scene, I just think of one sentence to describe it, I want to be a bitch , and want to set up a memorial arch..."

swiftly—

Before Yang Mufan could finish speaking, Wei Zhehan was as fast as a cheetah, turned around and punched Yang Mufan fiercely with his fist raised high.

Admiring Fan, his eyes turned cold, he accurately grasped Wei Zhehan's fist, and said coldly: "You've become angry from embarrassment?! Do you think that you have the ability to touch a single strand of my hair?!"

"Whether you have the ability or not, let's talk about it!" Wei Zhehan snarled fiercely.

He raised his other arm, and swiftly threw it at Yang Mifan.

On the other hand, Yang Mufan turned his body slightly, avoided his attack with ease, and made another beautiful and neat kick back, trapping Wei Zhehan to death. Pushing him, he slammed into the iron with a "slap" sound. On the door, he gritted his teeth and said: "You don't know how to live or die, do you think you can touch me?! Huh?!"

Wei Zhehan's hands were tightly clasped behind his back by Yang Mufan, and his whole body was firmly pressed against the iron gate, unable to move.

But he refused to admit defeat, and said viciously: "Admiration Fan, one day, you will regret it."

"Regret?! I admire Fan in this life. I never knew how to write the word 'regret', understand?!" Admire Fan curled his lips, smiling evilly, bloodthirsty, and cruel.

Wei Zhehan struggled with all his strength, but was locked so tightly by Yang Mufan that he couldn't break free at all. He was a little powerless, a little desperate, but more resentful: "Yang Mufan, sometimes, I am really sorry for Wanqing." It's not worth it, she has never done anything to apologize to you, but you framed her and tortured her like this, it is really unfair to her!!"

After hearing this, Yang Mufan laughed and said, "It's not fair, so what?! It's all her own fault. She likes me willingly. Is it possible that it's my fault?!"

"Admiration Fan, I used to think you were despicable at most, but now I think you are a scum from the beginning to the end, from the beginning to the end. Do you still speak human words?!"

"It's not human language, can you understand it?!"

"Admiration Fan—"

"..."

"..."

Just when the two were arguing, Mu Wanqing, who had been standing silently by the side, suddenly took action: picked up a stone from the flower garden, and at an astonishing speed, smashed it on the head of Yang Mufan superior.

In an instant, blood splattered.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Mu Wanqing stared at her stiff body with a deathly face, slowly turned her head, stared at her man with a dangerously cold light, and was so frightened that there was a "boom", and the stone in her hand fell to the ground.

She took a few steps back in fright, and with a trembling voice, said timidly and fearfully: "Don't hurt him, don't..."

Admire Fan's eyes suddenly narrowed, his expression so indifferent that even the air froze into ice.

He let go of Wei Zhehan abruptly, and then approached Mu Wanqing step by step with a livid face that wanted to eat people. When Mu Wanqing screamed in fright, he grabbed her by the neck, Gritting his teeth, he said, "Is it because of Wei Zhehan that you want to kill me now?!"