Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 231 The Truth About Betrayal (3)
Smells bad!
Mu Liang put the angelica back and pursed his red lips lightly.The angelica chicken soup stewed by Qiao Di last time tasted sweet, but why does the chicken soup stewed at home always taste bitter.

"The taste of angelica, if it tastes bitter, what's the matter?" Mu Liang was not proficient in cooking, so he asked suspiciously.

The servant was busy with the things in hand, and didn't think deeply about her question, "No, the medicinal materials at home are all high-quality."

won't it?
Mu Liang pouted, why not?Every time she drinks chicken soup, she feels bitter, and the second sister-in-law's chicken soup is also bitter.Dinner was being prepared in the kitchen, she didn't want to disturb the servants' work, so she had to leave.

But after returning to the bedroom, Mu Liang was still wondering why the chicken soup she drank was bitter? !

In the evening, the black Land Rover drove back to the villa.Fu Jinchen parked the car, held the car key and walked in.The living room was empty, neither Fu Dongting nor You Chuxiu were at home.

Every year on this kind of day, they would be busy visiting relatives, and Fu Jinchen didn't find it strange, so he went back to the bedroom upstairs.

Push open the door and go in, there is a bag on the bed.Fu Jinchen stretched out his hand to open it, took out the shirt inside and pinched it in his hand to have a look, his thin lips slowly curled into a smile.

"I'm back." Mu Liang packed up his things and came back from the closet, and saw the man who entered the door.

Holding the shirt in his hand, Fu Jinchen asked her with a smile, "For me?"

Is it for him?snort!

Mu Liang got angry when she thought of this, she snorted with a half-smile and didn't answer directly.Anyway, this dress was swiped with his card, so it should be considered as a gift for him.

The man opened his shirt, held it up to the mirror for comparison, and raised the corners of his mouth, "You have good eyesight."

That means he loves it?The corners of Mu Liang's eyes sank. Standing behind him, his sharp black eyes narrowed, and he said, "Mrs. Mo chose it for you."

"Mrs. Mo?" Fu Jinchen was startled, and tightened his five fingers holding the shirt.

"That's right," Mu Liang nodded, his eyes harmless, and said, "That Mrs. Mo you know, or should she be called Shu Yunge...or Ann?"

Hearing her words, Fu Jinchen's eyes suddenly sank, "What do you mean?"

Regarding this topic, Mu Liang didn't avoid it, but he didn't want to bring it up lightly either.But if there are always people who remind her of it endlessly, then she can simply reveal it herself.

"I don't like to pry into other people's privacy, so I never asked about your past!" Mu Liang stood in front of him, not afraid of the man's strong aura, and said in a calm tone, "However, I don't want to ask you about your past!" Just asking, doesn't mean I don't know anything! Even if I don't want to know about your past, someone will always mention it to me!"

Fu Jinchen's restrained eyes moved, and his thin lips pursed unconsciously.

"Fu Jinchen!"

Mu Liang suddenly raised his head, his delicate little face was exceptionally calm, but also tinged with a coldness that cannot be underestimated, "You have your past, and I have mine, so this is not too much Things! But, if you bring your past into my life, into our life, that is disrespect to me!"

After saying that, Mu Liang walked into the bathroom with a cold face and locked the door behind him.

After she finished speaking a series of words, she didn't give Fu Jinchen a chance to reply or explain.As soon as she finished speaking, she walked into the bathroom, and Fu Jinchen couldn't find a chance to speak.

He stared at the shirt in his hand, raised his hand and threw it on the bed, but Mu Liang's last words lingered in his ears.

In the bathroom, Mu Liang leaned his back against the door panel, his expression slightly nervous.She can be strong in front of Shu Yunge, and can be strong in front of Fu Jinchen, but when she faces herself, she is always afraid.

In fact, at that moment, she subconsciously hid in the bathroom because she was panicking.She didn't dare to look closely into Fu Jinchen's eyes, let alone wait for his answer without confidence.

Too many people have already warned her that Fu Jinchen and Shu Yunge fell in love so vigorously back then, Fu Jinchen even thought of abandoning everything in the Fu family for her sake!But their ending ended sadly, Mu Liang didn't feel lucky, but felt even more heavy in his heart.

Lovers who once loved each other so much will eventually separate.How long can she and Fu Jinchen's marriage, which started with the orders of their parents, last? !

Somewhere in the bottom of my heart, there was an unexpected pain.Mu Liang walked to the mirror, looked at his sad eyes in the mirror, and slowly closed his eyes.

If you say you don't love, your heart will not be chaotic.But now she is in a turmoil, is it because of love? !
In the villa halfway up the mountain, the lights were brightly lit.

In the spacious and bright restaurant, Song Aiyu was sitting in the middle, smiling and stretching out his chopsticks to pick up food for the people around him, "Grandpa, try this fried chicken, I'll do it."

With a smile in his eyes, Song Rufeng stretched out his chopsticks to taste it, and said with a smile, "It tastes good."

Song Aiyu narrowed her eyes, and pinched Song Qinghua again, "Mom, you can eat too."

"Thank you." Song Qinghua replied, holding his rice bowl in a daze.

Her answer inexplicably made Song Aiyu's heart tremble.For so many years, Song Qinghua had never been so polite to her!

The dinner was very boring. During the recent period, Song Rufeng kept a cold face every day and didn't smile at anyone.Song Aiyu tried her best to make him happy, but the smile on his mouth was always too perfunctory.

After a while, Song Rufeng put down his chopsticks and went back to the study alone.Song Qinghua ordered the servant to make ginseng tea, and then walked in.

In a blink of an eye, Song Aiyu was the only one left in Nuo Da's restaurant.She stared at the two empty seats with chills in the corners of her eyes.

Picking up the phone, Song Aiyu found the number and dialed out, "Hello, is this Sang Hui?"

"Aiyu?" The other party's voice was excited, "I am."

"I need your help with something." Song Aiyu's expression was calm, without the slightest ups and downs.

"Tell me," Sang Hui held the phone, "As long as I can help you, I will do my best."

Song Aiyu frowned slightly, lowered her voice and told the person on the phone all her explanation.Later, she hung up the phone, and the expression on her pretty face gradually turned cold.

Her mother is hers, her grandfather is hers, and everything in the Song family is hers!If she could no longer grasp Grandpa's heart, then she must hold Song Qinghua's heart firmly in her hands.

The next morning, when Song Qinghua received a call from Sang Hui, he drove directly to the cemetery without even going to the company.

"Miss Hui."

Dressed in black, Song Qinghua came to the familiar tombstone.

"Tsinghua..." Sang Hui burst into tears, kneeling in front of the tombstone and weeping.

"Sister Hui, what's wrong with you?" Song Qinghua was surprised, and hurried forward to help her up, "Is something wrong at home? Or do you need money?"

Sang Hui choked with sobs and shook her head, held Song Qinghua's hand tightly, and cried: "I dreamed of Sang Yu last night, he was covered in blood, crying to me bloody, saying that he died so wrongly !"

(End of this chapter)