Hidden Marriage Husband's Love

Ou Zeye, who received the wechat news, frowned.

At my nephew's house?

He suddenly hooked his lips, and his evil smile rippled on his face.

Tong Xiaoman doesn't know many people. This big nephew must refer to Mo Yiang.

If Tong Xiaoman doesn't know his identity, how can he know the relationship between Mo Yiang and himself?

In other words, she knew in advance today that she was pretending to be another man to deceive her, so she said she wanted a divorce.

It must be!

Ou Zeye ignored the wechat news, but directly went out of the door, drove into the car and went straight to moyiang's home.

Diamond Mountain Villa

It was late at night, and other people had put out the lights, except Mo Yiang, villa 6, which was still brightly lit.

Tong Xiaoman still held the feather duster in his hand, but the feather almost fell off, leaving only a bare pole commander, and the house was full of chicken feathers.

She breathed and fought with Mo Yiang in the second game, which was still a complete victory.

Mo Yiang stood five meters away from her.

"I said Xiaoman, I apologized to you. Can't I? I'm also a victim, okay? "

Hearing this, Tong Xiaoman raised his head.

"Are you the victim? You mean you're a victim? Well, tell me, where did you suffer? "

"I --"

Mo Yiang is also helpless. Tong Xiaoman, Tong Xiaoman, are you stupid?

It's so obvious, can't you see?

He pointed to his injury. "You beat me like this. Am I not the victim?"

"You deserve it!"

Tong Xiaoman picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it at Mo Yiang. Mo Yiang caught it directly.

Tong Xiaoman is still angry!

I'm afraid I can't.

"It's so late, or you'd better sleep here. Aren't you sleepy?" Mo Yiang asked carefully.

"Sleepy, sleepy!"

"I'm sleepy..."

Tong Xiaoman smiled, "or I'll cheer you up!"

Then she raised the feather duster in her hand!

"No, no, no, I'm not sleepy. I'm very energetic now. I'm very energetic!"

Tong Xiaoman glanced at him and felt angry when he saw him.

She suddenly felt something wrong.

"Where's my cell phone, black earth?"

Mo Yiang began to call himself black earth again. It is estimated that her anger should be relieved. Otherwise, she will call him Mo Yiang.

"You just sent a wechat."

Tong Xiaoman recalled carefully. It seems that who just sent wechat news.

"Yes, what did I send?"

"Where do I know what you sent?"

Mo Yiang looked around and found the mobile phone on the shoe cabinet at the door. He walked over and picked it up.

"Bring it to me quickly!"

Mo Yiang approached two meters, stopped and carefully threw his mobile phone onto the sofa.

He was still worried about being so close to her.

Just then the doorbell rang.

"Who's so late? Xiaoman, is it because we are too fierce and make our neighbors unhappy? "

With that, Mo Yiang walked to the door when he saw someone coming from the cat's eye.

"Little, little, Uncle..."

"What is it?" Tong Xiaoman is looking down to unlock the lock to see what he has just sent.

"My uncle!" Mo Yiang immediately turned around and looked at Tong Xiaoman in horror.

Tong Xiaoman also turned on his mobile phone at this time and saw the wechat message he had just sent to his husband.

At my nephew's house.

She immediately took her cell phone and patted her head!

No, it's exposed!

"What should I do?" Mo Yiang was so frightened that his legs began to soften, "you hide upstairs!"

"Hide what? I told him I was here! "

"Ah? Tong Xiaoman, do you want to kill me? "

Tong Xiaoman is very calm, "if you come, you'll be comfortable. Open the door."

At this time, the doorbell rang again in a hurry.

"Mo Yiang! I count to three -- "

Mo Yiang quickly opened the door. The speed was amazing. Even Tong Xiaoman was stunned.

"Uncle... What can I do for you in the middle of the night?"

Tong Xiaoman looked at Mo Yiang at the door and finally knew what Feng Qian said.

Ou Zeye glanced at Mo ang, directly pushed him away, and walked in with his long legs.

The scene in the living room really startled him.

The chairs are crooked, half of the pictures on the wall have fallen off, and the magazines are all over the ground. The most important thing is that the chicken feathers in this place are really catching the mirror!

How fierce it is!

Ouzeye looked at Tong Xiaoman sitting on the sofa. Tong Xiaoman was very calm and leaned against the sofa.

"Oh, what brings you here? However, I'm curious. Should I call you duck, President ou, or your husband? "

Tong Xiaoman is weird. She is naturally not angry.

Ou Zeye sneered, didn't speak, but walked towards Tong Xiaoman.

Mo immediately closed the door. Won't there be any lives here today?

Ou Zeye went to Tong Xiaoman, bent down and raised Tong Xiaoman's chin.

There was a dazzling light in his eyes.

"Just call your husband."

Poof——

Tong Xiaoman is so suffocated that his internal injury is coming out!

Long eyes have never seen such a thick skinned man. She raised her hand and took away ou Zeye's hand.

"Please respect yourself!"

"Self weight? You and I have been sleeping together for some days. What about self-respect? Huh? "

"You --"

"Why, isn't what I said true?"

Tong Xiaoman was speechless.

Seeing that the two men were at war, Mo Yiang immediately came forward.

"Uncle, calm down. Xiaoman doesn't mean anything else. She just knew it and was a little angry..."

He was really afraid that his uncle would strangle Tong Xiaoman as soon as his temper came up.

Tong Xiaoman's small thin neck can't hold it!

"I'm talking to your little aunt. What do you want to talk to?"

Ouzeye didn't look at Mo Yiang.

Tong Xiaoman glared at him, "you know you've helped me at this time. What have you done already!"

Mo Yiang wants to cry without tears.

Well, he's cheap. He won't say anything.

When ou Zeye looked down and saw that there were no chicken feathers on the ground, the chicken feather duster immediately hooked the lip corner.

"Come here to teach your nephew a lesson, madam. Do you need my help?"

Mo's eyes widened when he held up.

Who did he provoke?

Is uncle's conscience eaten by the dog? He hid the facts for him before Tong Xiaoman beat him violently!

He even wants to help Tong Xiaoman beat himself now?!

Tong Xiaoman took a look at Mo Yiang. The boy was scared and his legs were shaking.

How much persecution have you suffered from this uncle before——

She's beaten him hard. Forget it.

"No!"

Ou Zeye raised his eyebrows.

"What? "Love nephew?"