After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

Are you questioning her in turn?

Nanhuang stared at him displeased. "What happened to the hand rope in your hand?"

"Bracelet?" Mr. Rong Wu raised his left hand. In addition to a watch, there was also a bracelet on his left hand.

Rong Wuye's face darkened. "What did Fu Ya tell you?"

"The hand rope was given by her, right? The broken marks on one of the ropes and some black spots were all caused by her." Nanhuang pressed forward step by step, questioning.

Rong Wuye suddenly wanted to smoke.

He looked at her thin body. The girl's exquisite body affected his vision, and a certain restlessness in his body was almost uncontrollable. He stepped forward, hugged her in his arms, and reached behind her to untie the tie he had just tied.

"It's still easy to get sick if you apply it this way. You take a hot bath first. I'll go out and smoke a cigarette." He paused and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation!"

Or are you planning to let her go?

After Rong Wuye let go of Ye Nanhuang, he went to the balcony to smoke. After getting a change of clothes, Nanhuang glanced at the man outside.

He was cold and stern, with bursts of black energy exuding from his body, and he was so lonely and terrifying.

Smoke rings were puffed out in circles, and the phone number was dialed directly to Yang Bo. "Yang Bo, get up and work overtime."

"..." Nanhuang got into the bathroom and took a bath.

After washing, the man was already waiting for her in the room. He rolled up his sleeves, took the hair dryer, pulled her aside and blew her hair.

"Don't move." The man's voice was hoarse.

"I will give you an explanation. If you are not satisfied with this explanation, it will not be too late to punish me. Huh?"

"..."

Rong Wuye pulled Nanhuang out through the front door, then went downstairs to leave. The nannies and housekeepers in Xie's family looked at the direction the two left and looked at each other in surprise.

When did Fifth Master come? Why don't they know? !

Yang Bo's car arrived, and Rong Wuye pulled Nanhuang into the car.

"Where to go?" Nanhuang asked.

"Go home." Rong Wuye held her hand tightly, not letting go even if his palms were sweaty.

The car drove into the vineyard, bypassed the villa where they usually lived in the vineyard, and drove to another small house in the depths.

In the darkness, after Rong Wuye and Nanhuang got out of the car, he led Nanhuang and walked towards the small house.

There was no light, so he turned on his mobile phone for lighting. After entering the room, Rong Wuye turned on the indoor lights.

The lighting is dim and soft, and the furniture in this small house is a bit old, but it feels very gentle.

Rong Wuye pulled Nanhuang to sit on the sofa aside. As soon as Nanhuang sat firmly, Rong Wuye pulled him into his arms.

"Yang Bo."

Yang Bo walked in, "Fifth Master, we will be here soon."

"Who?" Nanhuang asked.

"You'll know in a minute." Rong Wuye held her in his arms and pressed his chin on her head.

Just as he was talking, the lights came on outside the house. Nanhuang wanted to take a look, but Rong Wuye refused to let him go. He still held Nanhuang in his arms.

Soon, Nanhuang heard the charming voice that he had only heard during the day. "Fifth brother!!"

As the sound approached, the girl in a green skirt ran into the house with a playful smile, arriving before the sound.

"Why did Fifth Brother think of Ya'er? Ya'er is so happy!"

As soon as the girl entered the room, she saw Master Rong Wu possessively holding Nanhuang in his arms. Her expression was startled, and her heart felt a little painful. Then, he immediately smiled and said: "It turns out that sister Ye is here. Fu Ya didn't know that sister was here, otherwise she would have prepared a gift for her."

Nanhuang raised his eyes and glanced at her, but Rong Wuye grabbed her again and raised her chin to make her stare at him.

Nanhuang was speechless.

Rong Wuye said to Yang Bo: "Let Miss Fu sit down."

The man's voice was even more dull and sexy in the dark night.

Yang Bo moved a cold bench and said to Fu Ya: "Miss Fu, sit down."

Fu Ya didn't dare to disobey Mr. Rong Wu, so she sat on the bench, face to face with Mr. Rong Wu and Nanhuang.

"Fifth brother." Fu Ya suppressed her discomfort and said with a slight embarrassment, "Are you doing this to let me see you and your sister loving each other? Isn't it inappropriate? We..."

Rong Wuye sneered contemptuously, "Are you qualified?"

Fu Ya was shocked by Rong Wuye's cold and stern look, and she lowered her head. She knew that this trip was not going to be easy, so she tightened her hands slightly.

"Yang Bo, turn on the light."

"Okay, Fifth Master."

In an instant, the light on the top of the other wall in the room came on.

The not-so-bright yellow light illuminated a wall and also illuminated the painting on the wall.

Nanhuang looked over and then opened his eyes slightly.

Rong Wuye's deep voice sounded in Nanhuang's ears. "Little thing, it seems that I haven't told you about my mother before. Today, I will take you to meet your mother first."

As he spoke, the corners of his lips curled up. "She will be very happy to see you."

There is a mural on the wall, which depicts a dignified and beautiful woman. The woman is very beautiful. It can be seen that Rong Wuye's naturally outstanding appearance is largely due to his mother.

Rong Wuye said: "When I was eleven years old, I came here and took over this manor. At the same time, I saw this mural."

Nanhuang followed the mural and saw the cowhide bracelet on Rong's mother's wrist.

"By that time, my mother was already gone."

Rong Wuye's tone was very calm, but Nanhuang felt more and more distressed the more he listened.

No one understands the pain of losing a parent better than her.

"Except for the manor that I can't take away, the only relic I got is this hand rope." Rong Wuye hugged Nanhuang tighter and tighter, drawing gentle strength from her. "Look at mom's hand. Is there the same hand strap as mine?"

It turns out that this is a relic of Rong Feng’s mother...

Nanhuang opened her mouth slightly, remembering that she had neglected him because of her distrust, and remembering the pain of losing his mother, she felt a little guilty, and she hugged his arm.

At this time, Fu Ya didn't understand anything, and her expression changed drastically. "Fifth brother! Listen to my explanation! I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything!"

What should she say, what should she say to make Fifth Brother not angry and not blame her? !

Rong Wuye seemed to have heard nothing. He continued: "Later, I put on my hand rope and went back to Rong's house. The woman in front of me was very annoying. She broke one of my hand ropes and made it dirty. She took off my hand rope. I wanted to kill her."

Fu Ya instantly felt her blood flowing backward.

"You asked me if I remember her, do I have any impression?" Rong Wuye smiled coldly, "Of course I remember her, Fu Ya, I hate her so much!"

"Fifth Brother!" Fu Ya immediately knelt down, "No, Fifth Brother, I was wrong. Fifth Brother. I did it because you liked this bracelet so much. I just wanted to attract your attention!"

Fu Ya knelt and approached Rong Wuye, and Yang Bo held the woman.

"Do you believe it?" Rong Wuye hugged Nanhuang tighter, "She didn't give it to me, huh?"

Nanhuang raised her head and looked into his eyes. She asked distressedly: "Were you sad when she broke your hand rope?"

Except for Nanhuang, no one ever cared about whether he was feeling uncomfortable or sad.

Except for Nanhuang, he has never let anyone else enter his heart.

Rong Wuye had mixed feelings in his heart and tightened his strength in his arms again.