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

She was about to rush down to take a look, but she was not allowed to take any action when she saw a slender white figure rushing out of the villa...

Wen Xiaorou tried her best to use her thin and thin body to support Fan Gogh's bulky body. She frowned and yelled at the bodyguard angrily: "Master, why are you so drunk?! How do you take care of him? ?! Why let him drink so much wine?!"

The two bodyguards felt a little aggrieved.They are just bodyguards hired with money, they are servants, and if they admire anyone who wants to drink, how can they stop them? !In front of Yang Mifan, do they have the right to speak? !

Wen Xiaorou glared at the two of them, and then, with the help of Mrs. De, helped Yang Mufan go upstairs.

Mu Wanqing just stood stiffly at the window, watching Wen Xiaorou take Yang Mufan away.

She didn't know how long she stood in a daze, and finally closed the window, drew the curtains, and then curled up on the small sofa, curling herself into a ball, holding the copper objects in her arms tightly, tears suddenly streaming down without any warning fall……

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Fourth floor.

master bedroom.

Wen Xiaorou and Sister-in-law De put Yang Mufan on the bed, and a maid came around with hot water and towels.

Wen Xiaorou signaled them to put it down, and then said in a low voice, "Go and rest first, leave this place to me."

Mrs. De looked worriedly on the bed, admiring Fan with impatient breathing, a little uneasy, but she nodded and led the maid out of the room.

After cleaning up the idlers in the room, Wen Xiaorou swiftly soaked the towel in hot water and wrung it dry, then knelt down on the soft and spacious king-size bed, and carefully and gently wiped the dirt on Yang Mufan's face. stains.

After wiping it off bit by bit, out of the corner of her eye, she saw that his white shirt and tie were also stained with dirt, so she stretched out her hand to remove it without even thinking about it.

It's just a finger, but before she touched it, she suddenly thought of something, and a sly glint flashed in her beautiful eyes.

if……

Wen Xiaorou bit her lips, and sat quietly on the big bed for a long time. Finally, she subconsciously touched her nightdress.

After secretly making a decision, she mustered up her courage, held her breath, and stretched out her hand again to untie Yang Mufan's tie.

However, just as her hand touched the tie, before she pulled it hard, the sword eyebrows that admired Fan Ying suddenly twisted dangerously, and instead he yelled loudly: "Get out——"

Wen Xiaorou trembled in fright, but looked at it with ashen ashes. Although her eyes were closed, her distorted face was already full of disgust and dissatisfaction.

Wen Xiaorou knelt on the bed, biting her lips and watching: Even if she was drunk, she hated a man touched by a woman, her eyes were icy cold.

She sat there silently and motionless for a long time, and finally when she threw herself on Yang Fan again, perhaps because of the particularity and multiplicity of her identity, she always kept super vigilant, even though she was almost unconscious when she was drunk, Also made a conditional firing action, over there: kicked Wen Xiaorou off the bed heavily...

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The next morning.

When Mu Wanqing brought Yang Muan downstairs for breakfast, Yang Mufan had already sat in the main seat for dinner.

While eating fried eggs, sandwiches, and drinking milk, he flipped through the latest financial news with a newspaper.

"Miss Mu, good morning, Young Master An An." Mrs. De greeted politely, "What do you want for breakfast?!"

Mu Wanqing asked Mrs. De to pour An An a glass of milk, and then just grab some sandwiches.

Mrs. De glanced at the exaggerated black shadow on Mu Wanqing's lower eyelids, frowned and asked, "Miss Mu, didn't you sleep well last night?! Your complexion is not very good."

Mu Wanqing just smiled and didn't answer, she turned to An An and said, "Quick, eat a few sandwiches first, then drink milk."

When Wen Xiaorou brought her admiration Sheng downstairs for dinner, her face was also extremely ugly.

Yang Mufan quickly flipped through the newspaper, then handed it to the maid standing behind him. When he glanced at Wen Xiaorou inadvertently, he found a bruise on her left side, and the broken skin was slightly swollen. She frowned deeply and asked casually, "Xiao Rou, who caused the injury on your face?!"

Mu Wanqing heard the reputation and looked over, and she saw Wen Xiaorou's face, which was hurt at some point.

And the moment she heard Yang Mufan's question, Wen Xiaorou's face suddenly became dark and ugly.

She grabbed the hand of the knife and fork, secretly so hard that the knife and fork were about to be broken.

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this afternoon.

Mu Wanqing first took her daughter to eat some delicious food, and took her to the shopping mall to buy some warm clothes for autumn, and then she went back to the rented house to sort out some clothes that she changed and washed on weekdays. Take it to Xi Shangyuan.

Of course, she didn't come back empty-handed.

She also took back the fingerprint of the family portrait.

She squatted in front of the bedside table in her room, holding the handprint, touching it over and over again, looking at it over and over again, and finally, she put it in the drawer intact.

Some things really can't see the light, only suitable for darkness and coldness.

Just like her love for Mi Fan.

It's obviously so bone-destroying, so pure and beautiful, but...it's just too humble to be on the stage.

The love in the world is colorful, with thousands of poses, but I just want to use my own way to love you persistently, even if it blooms lonely in the endless despair and depression...

……

When Mu Wanqing packed her things and was about to leave the rental room, she suddenly received a call from Jinfei.

As the saying goes, when people have happy events, they are in high spirits. Even the voice that Jin Fei yelled at her fiercely was filled with happiness and sweetness: "Mu Wanqing, I'm getting married the day after tomorrow, where did you die?! Didn't you promise me? , Do you want to come to my wedding?! Do you want to cut Lu Haoran or not?! You agreed on the red envelope of 88888, do you still want to grab it with bloodshot eyes and full of evil spirit?!"

After Mu Wanqing's reminder from Jin Fei, she suddenly remembered.

She raised her hand, hammered her head hard, and then said very sorry: "Jinfei, I'm sorry, too many things happened recently, so... I forgot. Jinfei, I may not be able to attend your wedding. "

When Jin Fei heard this, she immediately became jittery, and she asked bluntly: "Yeah, you don't want to grab 88888's purse?! If you grab two, it will be 10,000+!!!!"

Mu Wanqing lowered her eyelids slightly, looked at the dilapidated suitcase in front of her, and said in a low voice, "I don't need to worry about An An's surgery fee..."

The clever Jinfei immediately heard the implication, and asked alertly: "Yang Mofan found An'an?! What's his reaction?! What's going on with you now?!"

Mu Wanqing has been in a bad mood recently, and it's rare to have a friend to talk about, so she told Jinfei the whole story.

After hearing what she said, Jinfei immediately blew up: "Is Yang Mufan still a man?! Why does he only want An An and not you?! What does he think of you?! You worked so hard to give birth to a child, he Why do you say that if you take it away, you will take it away?!"

Hearing Jinfei yelling excitedly on the other end of the phone, although the distance was too far, Mu Wanqing could already imagine what a thrilling scene it was.

So, she frowned and persuaded: "Jinfei, calm down, don't get excited."

Jinfei didn't listen to the persuasion, and directly said aggressively: "I don't care, if I admire you, he will never want a son. Mu Wanqing, just wait for me. In a few days, I will take Lu Haoran to City A. Take your son back."

Mu Wanqing was very speechless, and said in a low voice: "Jinfei, don't. Admire Fan has already found someone to contact the heart source, and An An will be able to have surgery in a month. I don't want any troubles before An An's surgery. "

After hearing this, Jinfei nodded in agreement and said, "That's right, it's better for us to keep silent during this period of time. When An'an recovers from his illness, we will rob again, so that Yang Mufan will lose money and money."

For no reason, Mu Wanqing was amused by Jinfei's "people and money are empty".

Jinfei asked again: "By the way, you just said, where do you live now?!" Before, she was only excited about the matter of Yang Mufan snatching away Yang Muan, but what did Mu Wanqing say later? How to hear clearly.

Mu Wanqing still answered honestly: "Xi Shangyuan..."

Jinfei frowned again: "Mu Wanqing, where do you say you live?! Am I deaf and misheard?! You actually live in Xi Shangyuan?! Do you have a hole in your brain?! There, you How can I live?!"

It is well known that Yang Mofan lives with Wen Xiaorou.

Mu Wanqing lived in, if the outside world found out, how would others talk about her? !

Has she ever thought about this question? !

Hearing Jin Fei's reprimand, Mu Wanqing just remained silent.Why doesn't she know the powerful relationship? !

It's just that she really couldn't bear to be separated from her son.

An An is a piece of meat that fell from her body, almost her whole life.

For An'an, she really doesn't care about anything, she can bear no matter how ugly the gossip is.

Jinfei said with a strong attitude: "Mu Wanqing, move as fast as you can, move out quickly."

Mu Wanqing shook her head: "No, I want to stay with An An and take care of him."

Jin Fei hated iron for being weak: "Mu Wanqing, can you be a little bit promising?! No wonder Admiral Fan has been crushing you by acting like he can't beat you. See if you are ambitious or not. If you want to be spineless, if you want to be arrogant, you deserve to be despised and bullied by him..."

Ps: 3000 words, count as three chapters.Finished today.