Husband, Please Stop Flirting

After Si Yeqing and Muzi stop underground, they find a man standing next to Si Yeqing's car.

"Night engine" Feng ChuChu said to Si night engine with a smile. She wanted to go directly to find Si night engine, but unexpectedly she met him here.

"What's the matter with Miss Feng?" Si Yeqing showed great indifference, but only he knew how excited and complex his heart was at the moment.

"Yeqing, let's go to Grandpa's house quickly," Muzi said in fear, as if he was afraid that siyeqing went away with the wind.

Si Yeqing looked at Mu Zi and his heart was cold. Yes, how could Feng ChuChu come to him for no reason.

"Night Qing, Muzi's purpose of approaching you is not simple, and you have received a recording of my call. Don't believe it, it's fake," Feng said quickly.

Si Yeqing sneered, "the wind is clear. There's nothing wrong. Please get out of the way."

Muzi carefully took Si Yeqing's arm. This time, Si Yeqing didn't get rid of her. Feng ChuChu's eyes were dark.

"I know what happened in the past is my fault. I shouldn't have listened to your explanation. I......" before Feng ChuChu's words were finished, he was interrupted by Si Yeqing.

"What does Miss Feng say now mean anything, or does Miss Feng think I still have some use value?"

In an instant, the wind's clear face was a little pale. "Night engine, I've never used you."

"Li didn't use it. Miss Feng should know better. My fiancee Muzi and I have something else to do, so we won't accompany Miss Feng." Si Yeqing bit her fiancee very hard.

"Night engine..."

"Miss Feng, now you have nothing to do with Yeqing, and I'm Yeqing's fiancee. Isn't it a little inappropriate for you to call him Yeqing in front of his fiancee?" Muzi's voice was very light, but every word pierced into Feng's clear heart like a needle.

"Let's go." Si Yeqing ignored Feng ChuChu, opened the door and took them away. For a long time, Feng ChuChu reflected and looked at the direction Si Yeqing left.

She knew it was not the right time for her to come today, because she had no substantive evidence of Muzi in her hand, but she couldn't help coming. The facts proved that she was really wrong.

"Muzi, I hope you won't say that to ChuChu again," said Si Yeqing with an expressionless face.

"Is night engine blaming me?" Muzi said softly.

"No"

In addition to working, Muzi and fengchuchu are two extreme people. Muzi is very weak, as if he needs protection all the time, that is, he is cautious in speaking, while fengchuchu is a very strong person, who is very confident and resolute in whatever he does.

To be fair, if he didn't meet the wind, he might really like the type of Muzi, but he met the wind, the fire like woman, occupied every corner of his heart, and there would be no room for anyone from now on.

This time, instead of forcibly pulling a favor in front of Si Yeqing, Muzi looked out of the window. The sky outside was still a little gloomy. I don't know how the man was.

Both of them came to the Secretary's villa with their own thoughts. The Secretary's villa is very imposing, just like a huge champion, showing the owner's momentum and wealth everywhere.

"Master Yeqing and miss Muzi are coming. Master is waiting for you inside," said a housekeeper in a suit and tie about 50.

Si Yeqing nodded and followed the housekeeper into the villa.

"Grandpa" Muzi happily ran to Si Wenshu sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper.

Si Wenshu, dressed in black Tang costume, put down the newspaper and the kind chaomuzi said, "come back."

Muzi nodded, "the night engine is coming."

Si Wenshu looked at Si Yeqing and snorted coldly. He really didn't care how much he didn't want to see. He just sneered in his heart. Si Wenshu really regarded himself as his own grandfather.

Si Wenshu went early and hasn't married a second string for so many years, but as Si Yeqing knows, the pillow people of Si Wenshu haven't broken one by one over the years.

The children of the clerical department are all married and busy with their own affairs, so they rarely go back to the villa.

"Grandpa, your blood pressure is high. You should eat more vegetables." Muzi took a mouthful of vegetables for Si Wenshu.

"Muzi still loves Grandpa," Si Wenshu said with a smile. He turned his head and looked at Si Yeqing, but his face was expressionless. "Yeqing, what are you going to do about you and your mother and son?"

"When I have children left, I will pay a fixed amount of alimony every month."

"Pa" Si Wenshu photographed the table, and Si Yeqing put down his chopsticks with the same complexion.

"What are you saying? Can't you see Muzi's intention for you?"

"Grandpa, don't be so angry." Muzi quickly patted the Secretary on the back. "I want to raise the child by myself."

"You're confused." the secretary was angry and was out of breath.

"If Grandpa San came to me for this, I have nothing to say. If my bride is not clear, there will be no one else," Si Yeqing said word by word.

"But she betrayed you," said Si Yeqing, an angry wise man.

"Then I'll never marry anyone in my life"

Muzi looked at Si Yeqing with a flash of appreciation, and then immediately said, "Yeqing, I won't force you to marry me."

"Muzi, you are so weak, you will always suffer," Si Wenshu said painstakingly.

"I'm fine, Grandpa. After all, this child is not what Yeqing wants. I designed it. I'm sorry for Yeqing," Muzi said to Si Yeqing.

A meal ended unhappily. Before leaving, Muzi apologized to Si Yeqing and said, "I didn't know grandpa three would say this. I'm sorry."

"It's all right" Si Yeqing felt more guilty in his eyes to Muzi.

After Muzi returned to the villa, he saw Si Wenshu sitting on his chair safely, and there was no sad expression on his face.

"How's the boy?" Si Wenshu asked with a sneer.

"You're ashamed of me," Muzi said coldly. Si Wenshu smiled with satisfaction. Si will be his one day.

A few days later, the investigation of the Ming and Qing Dynasties was settled. According to the surveillance video of the bar, the bartender who poured wine to Si Yeqing at that time was wrong, but the bartender has resigned now.

The Ming and Qing Dynasties spent some means to find the whereabouts of the bartender. He opened a small bar in the next city. It was small in scale, but it also needed a lot of money. According to his salary and family conditions, he could not open such a bar at all.

"What can I do for you?" they transferred all the money from his bank card, and some of the money came from unknown sources. There was no way to call the police, otherwise he wouldn't come out to see them.