The President's Favorite Stunning Beauty

Chapter 272 My wife is ten times presumptuous than you! (3)
Mu Jinran when Mu Yanfeng asked that sentence.

I took a quick glance at the TV that was turned off, and felt a little bit in my heart, feeling that something bad was about to surface.

However, when answering Mu Yanfeng's words, there was no emotion in that clean and light voice.

"Huayi took the lead, so it's because the negotiation with Sanyue didn't work out?" Mu Yanfeng's voice on the other end of the phone was slightly serious and even more condensed.

"Yes, that's why I gave up on that project." Mu Jinran's handsome face was full of obscurity and heaviness.

The two held the phone and remained relatively silent for half a minute.

Then, Mu Yanfeng sighed heavily, calming down some heavy thoughts in his heart.

The whole person seemed to muster up a lot of courage and said in a very serious tone to Mu Jinran on the other end of the phone.

"Let's not talk about that project for now, Jinran, Dad asks you, have you watched the "Interview" program on XX today?"

This sentence came from the phone, and Mu Jinran finally understood the general meaning of Mu Yanfeng calling so late.

He closed his eyes weakly, sighed softly in his heart, and then replied in a calm voice.

"Ah."

"Jinran, tell Dad, have you seen Xue... seen that child in Yuncheng?" When Mu Yanfeng asked Mu Jinran directly, his tone was full of anxiety.

"Xueran, her name is Xueran, and her name used to be Mu Xueran! Although as the son you have always cared about and loved - I, what right do I have to say anything to you or accuse you, but now I'm really sorry for Xueran." Mu Yanfeng's words directly proved Mu Jinran's initial feelings.

As soon as that idea was confirmed, Mu Jinran's delicate and elegant face immediately filled with resentment and pain.

In those brown pupils, there was a faint glimmer of water.

The whole person's emotions were on the verge of collapse, and the clean voice was full of deep roars.

"Jinran, I..." Hearing Mu Jinran's voice, Mu Yanfeng twitched the veins on his forehead slightly.

His voice was low, and he couldn't speak a whole sentence weakly.

"What about you, as a father, you don't even remember her name, so it's because she didn't even mention our family on the show." Now Mu Jinran's voice was no longer a deep growl, but Full of pain, he yelled angrily.

The calmness he had tried to maintain just now completely collapsed in Mu Yanfeng's words.

I don't know if I'm hurting for her in my heart, or for myself.

"Jinran, tell Dad, did you know that the child was Sanyue before this?" Mu Yanfeng was surprised by Mu Jinran's accusation, and his heart sank.

After a few seconds of silence, he didn't know what to reply to what his son said.

He just took the initiative to ask what he wanted to ask again.

"I know what, so what if I don't know? No matter whether Xueran is called Sanyue or Xia Mu now, in short, she has nothing to do with our Mu family now. If I remember correctly, that day My mother told me that she broke away from our Mu family, if I'm not mistaken, you should have been there that day. "

Mu Jinran could no longer control the meaning of what the person on the other end of the phone said.

At this moment, he just wanted to say what was in his heart.

He has been suppressed for too long!

"Jinran, I..." In Mu Yanfeng's dark eyes, he couldn't see it himself.

Thoughts of regret have betrayed his calm and heaviness.

"Dad, I beg you, I beg you, please don't bother Xueran again, oh no, don't bother Xia Mu's life, what else do you want from her, Dad, don't forget, No matter how much you don't like her, her birth and her life are all because of you." The person on the other end of the phone didn't finish speaking.

Mu Jinran interrupted him.

His voice has changed from sharp to a kind of resentment and powerless pleading.

No matter how powerless he is, how much he doesn't want to, but reason can never blind the clarity of his heart.

This made him very weak to understand what his family was like.

What disgusts him.

"Jinran, you're too excited today. I'll call you again when your mood calms down. You should take a good rest first."

Mu Jinran's begging words made Mu Yanfeng feel strange and inexplicably embarrassed.

He thought sadly that he, Mu Yanfeng, would have such a desperate moment in front of his son one day.

Of course, Mu Jinran, who was in excitement and sadness, didn't feel it.

At the same time, it is located in another high-end community in N City.

A woman wearing exquisite and colorful latest autumn women's clothing of a certain big brand, with exquisite makeup, who should have radiant eyes.

Sitting hideously on the purple sofa in the luxurious and bright hall, those eyes full of gloomy gazes were fixed on a stack of newspapers and magazines on the coffee table in front of the table.

She gritted her teeth and watched, trembling with anger.

On the floor around her, there were a lot of shattered glass shards and various small objects, and the whole living room was a mess.

The most shocking thing was the TV directly in front of her, where there were shards of glasses, shards of wine bottles, and spilled red wine, densely piled up.

It is conceivable how much tragic destruction and catharsis have just gone through here.

At this time, a tall and handsome man wearing black trousers and a white shirt came out from the room on the left.

I saw him with a gentle face, a comforting smile, avoided those fragments, walked to the woman sitting on the sofa with a sinister face and a gloomy face, and squatted down.

Then very gently took one of her bloody hands and carefully put a band-aid on her injured finger.

After doing all this, he used a low and magnetic voice to coax the angry woman helplessly and fondly.

"Okay, sweetheart, don't be angry, aren't you just a pretending slut, look, the glass has been smashed enough, it's time to calm down, so careless, such a beautiful hand was given to the glass It was cut, and it hurts my heart to see it."

After he finished speaking, he kissed the woman's bandaged finger a few times.

His face was full of indescribable affection and pity.

However, no one could see the mockery and gloom in the pupils covered by the eyelids when he lowered his head.

(End of this chapter)