Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

Without waiting for Mu Yang's answer, a cold sound line suddenly broke her eardrum.

With a little banter.

"Yes, he sold you."

Hearing the speech, Mu Yansheng was stunned in situ, his face was pale, and Ten Jade fingers were pinched into fists.

Yes, I should have thought of it. How could she live a peaceful and stable life with such a snobbish father.

With a little warmth of family affection, I didn't expect that he really sold himself.

She Mu Yansheng was calculated and betrayed by her biological father.

Last night was her most miserable night. Yesterday was her most miserable day.

Mu Yang stammered and tried to explain, "Sheng Sheng, I'm sorry, dad really... Needs that money, if..."

Although I was wiping my tears, there was no guilt in the fundus of my eyes.

Looking up, the bright eyes faded gradually.

Mu Yansheng straightened his back and walked slowly to the man with strong Qi field, "let's go."

Perhaps, leaving that home is the best choice for her, or for them, her father and her stepmother.

Fu uniform Zun lowered his head and glanced at the woman, with a cold arc in the corners of his mouth, and then walked forward.

In front of a proud man, she can only be a humble grain of sand.

Who made her have such a father.

It is also natural that he despises her.

He walked silently and followed the man behind him.

When the driver opened the door, she sat in, bowed her head and said nothing.

"Why, regret?" Fu qinzun, sitting beside her, still had a cold arc around his mouth.

"I agreed immediately, so I won't go back." Her firm answer welcomed the man's eyebrow and smile.

"Not the best."

When the car stopped, Mu Yansheng came out of the carriage. The sun above her was dazzling. However, she felt the cold wind blowing in the face was cold and piercing.

I can't help but want to wrap my clothes tightly, but I find that I'm just wearing a skirt.

Fortunately, the skirt is made of wool, so it won't be too cold.

A man and a woman, the man is as cold as a man, and the woman is as humble as dust. You can see how mismatched it is at a glance.

Naturally, it has attracted many people's strange eyes.

Mu Yansheng lowered his head and looked at the floor. He only felt that his face was hot.

Juan Xiu's fonts are branded one by one.

Two copies of Juezi, one for her and one for Fu uniform Zun, they are legal husband and wife.

Sitting in the car, his words were as cold as Ji, "don't think that this is my legal wife. You don't deserve it."

You don't deserve it. These three words fell on Mu Yansheng's heart like ice beads.

"Your role is just to deal with my family and stop their urging for marriage for me, that's all."

When he finished, he opened the door and wanted to drive her out of the car, but she summoned up the courage and grabbed his arm, "I want to... Go to school."

"Go to school?"

Fu qiaozun chewed the two words.

Then, the next moment, there was a malicious smile on his face.

His face came up and his thin lips stuck to her ears. "If you serve me well, maybe I'll think about it."

After speaking, he lost her a mobile phone. "The number has been saved."

In addition, he grabbed the mobile phone in her hand and threw it out of the window.

Mu Yansheng repressed the surging anger in his heart, "you can't... Be so overbearing."

She married him. She was his wife, not his forbidden descendant.

He has no right to interfere with her freedom.

"Tonight, I'll let you know if I can. Oh, by the way, tonight is our wedding night. Remember to clean up and wait for me to come back to spoil you."

Then, the car stopped under a building. The man got out of the car and asked the driver to send the woman home. He walked into the magnificent threshold of the building with long legs.

The man's threat has been lingering in her ears, causing her to worry all night last night.

However, one night, the whole room was empty except her, and he didn't come back.

I made myself a breakfast and chewed toast. Men can't come back in broad daylight. She might as well go home.

Thinking so, she put it into action.

The driver sent her back.

Looking at his home, Mu Yansheng felt strange in a trance.

She was so strange that she didn't want to step in again, but she had to find out something.

Take out the key, open the door, take off your shoes and enter.

White curtains, light blue beds, white patterned wallpaper, wooden bedside table, and white vases on the bedside table.

The pure white gave her a headache.

No one in this world, except those with distorted hearts, will like pure white, which represents the color of death.

With a slight sigh, he went to the bed and sat down, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the lines on the vase.

Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded in the air: "Yo, how did you come back?"

Slowly looking back, a tall figure appeared in the field of vision. His hair was coiled around his head, an apron was tied around his waist, and there were some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He looked like he was in his forties. He was a typical housewife.

This is the man who replaced her father, Liu Xinxin.