Born to be together: this president is so perverted

After they had afternoon tea, they went to see a movie. It was already 7 p.m. when Xu Wuyou came home. She didn't expect to see Han Zhifan in the living room.

"Mr. Han, you're back." after watching the film, Xu Wuyou was in a good mood and smiled.

"Well, where have you been?" after Xu Wuyou left, Han Zhifan almost made people turn the mall inside and outside, but she didn't find her figure, and no one answered the phone. It was obvious that he wanted to be calm.

He obeyed her and told her to calm down first. He went home and waited for her.

"I'm in a bad mood. I went out for a walk. You're hungry. I'll cook for you." Xu Wuyou went to the kitchen. Han Zhifan rubbed his eyebrows, as if he was bothering something.

His parents had a car accident because they only quarreled when crossing the road. Since then, as long as he saw someone quarreling arrogantly, he would be very angry and hated!

Today, too, his first reaction was to scold them, but because of the quarrel, many onlookers gathered around him, and he couldn't help vomiting.

He reluctantly retreated to a far place and watched them quarrel and Xu Wuyou cry. At that time, in addition to hatred, he had a flash of heartache in his heart.

Xu Wuyou quickly cooked the meal and came out to see Han Zhifan frowning and thinking, "Mr. Han, have a meal."

Han Zhifan's thoughts returned. When he came to the table and saw the dishes on the table, his eyebrows wrinkled again. He sat down, picked up the bowls and chopsticks and ate slowly.

His chopsticks always fell on one dish. He didn't look at the others. Xu Wuyou bent his eyebrows and eyes when he saw Han Zhifan's actions.

Her stomach is going to grow up soon. The divorce must be handled as soon as possible, or she will be exposed.

She lowered her eyelids and ate with her head down.

The atmosphere was a little depressed for a time. Han Zhifan spent more time with Xu Wuyou. It was basically a happy atmosphere. It had never been so dull.

Han Zhifan has no choice for a time.

A moment later, Han Zhifan seemed to coax Xu Wuyou to be happy. He extended his chopsticks to several other dishes and even drank some of the mushroom soup he couldn't bear.

But the girl's eyebrows and eyes are still so depressed and not stretched.

He opened his mouth, his words turned several turns in his heart, and still asked the question, "what's the matter today?"

Xu Wuyou grabbed the tableware and said casually, "I met a former friend and quarreled a few words. I'm sorry to embarrass you."

"Don't quarrel in the future!" hearing the word "quarrel", Han Zhifan's face cooled down and his tone was very tough.

Xu Wuyou quietly glanced at Han Zhifan's cold face and deliberately smiled reluctantly, "I try my best."

"Xu wuworry, what he wants is not to try his best, but to do it!" his wife must not repeat the mistakes of his parents.

Quarrel is addictive!

"Everyone has his own freedom of speech. Why should you interfere with me?"

"I'm your husband!"

Hehe, just because you are my husband, am I going to follow you?

Han Zhifan's words completely angered Xu Wuyou. How can there be such an unreasonable person.

"Because your parents died in a quarrel, others can't quarrel. If you knew so, why didn't you persuade them when they quarreled? Now they're gone, what kindness do you pretend to be!"

Xu Wuyou stopped and looked at Han Zhifan's clenched fist and the look of trying to destroy everything. She bit her lip and continued to sprinkle salt on his wound.

"Han Zhifan, you should hate yourself very much, because instead of comforting, you added fuel to the fire! Don't think that you can make up for your behavior by not allowing others to quarrel."

Originally, Xu Wuyou only knew that Han Zhifan hated people's quarrel, but he didn't know the reason, but once, Grandpa specially called her and told her not to quarrel in front of Han Zhifan, and then carefully told her the reason why she couldn't quarrel.

Therefore, she turned the reason into a sharp blade and stabbed Han Zhifan in her heart.

But at the same time, she still hopes that Han Zhifan can untie this knot. His parents' death has nothing to do with him.

"Shut up!" Han Zhifan coldly interrupted her, "Xu Wuyou, you are not qualified to take care of my private life, let alone tell me about my parents' death!"

The death of his parents can be said to be a minefield in Han Zhifan's heart.

Xu Wuyou saw that Han Zhifan's face was full of guilt, and there was a moving color in her heart. However, she couldn't be soft hearted. She clenched her fist and gave Han Zhifan a fatal blow in a calm tone.

"I am not qualified, but do you have the qualification to make your parents die?"

Roaring, those bloody memories directly split the body and mind of China and South Korea!

That day was his 24th birthday. The family celebrated his birthday in harmony. As a result, his parents quarreled with each other and had the idea of fighting.

He was very angry and tired of his parents' quarrelling mode every day. He patted the table and left angrily. "You have the ability to quarrel. Why don't you have the ability to die."

Parents always go their own way and never listen to others, but that day, they were too good to let them die. They were really killed by a car.

Han Zhifan has blocked the death of his parents over the years and never let them come out to show their teeth and claws. However, now they wantonly accuse him that he killed his parents.

Han Zhifan couldn't hold on. He needed to vent. He stood up and pulled the table cloth with both hands. The "bang bang" porcelain bowl fell at his feet, and the vegetable juice splashed all over him. However, he stepped through the mess and came to Xu Wuyou.

They sat opposite each other. It turned out that as long as he pulled the tablecloth in the direction of Xu Wuyou, he could vent his anger, but when his hands touched the tablecloth, he had only one idea: don't let Xu Wuyou get hurt.

Xu Wuyou saw that he approached her step by step, put his hands subconsciously on his stomach, his back suddenly became stiff, stuck on the back of the chair and dared not move. His eyes looked up with Han Zhifan.

She didn't regret that she uncovered his scar, but regretted why she didn't find a place without sharp tools. If Han Zhifan just poured those porcelain bowls to her, she couldn't imagine the consequences.

Closer and closer to the footsteps, I heard Xu worry free and scared, and an idea came to my mind: Escape! However, she has been pregnant for nearly two months, and she dare not do these strenuous exercises.

She can only be slaughtered now!