Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

Guan Shili knew she would call Fu even Zun, but she stood aside and didn't stop it. Instead, she looked at jokes and seemed to want to see what results her actions would get.

Mu Yansheng called Fu even Zun several times in a row, but the other party didn't answer, and finally couldn't get through directly. The mobile phone over there turned off, that is, she clearly didn't want to pay attention to her. Her heart also understood, silently put down her hand, and her eyes were full of loss.

"Hahaha, see, now this is your position in your brother's heart. You killed his mother. Do you think he will forgive you and answer your phone? It's a daydream." Guan Shili couldn't help laughing. Her delicate makeup looked very flirtatious. Every expression on her face was showing off and provocative to her, forcing her to re-examine her position in Fu qizun's heart.

"How's it going? You know now. If you don't pack your things, my people will do it." Guan Shili walked slowly over. Xiumei picked lightly and held her hands in front of her chest. She looked domineering, as if she could crush her with only one finger.

Mu Yansheng stood where she was and didn't speak. She seemed to be engaged in a silent confrontation. Her eyes were full of stubbornness and unwillingness. She didn't want to be humiliated by such a woman, but she really couldn't think of anything to refute Guan Shili's words for a moment. Suddenly, the atmosphere became dignified. It seemed that everyone had a smell of fire medicine and would light it if she wasn't careful.

Guan Shili has never been a patient person, and he won't give her too much time at all. Seeing that she didn't speak, he naturally acquiesced in the bottom of his heart. He turned his face slightly and winked at the men standing behind him. Those men immediately walked up and smashed them in the living room.

Burning was taking a nap in his bedroom. He was awakened by the beating and noise outside. He sat on the bed and couldn't help crying in fear. Holding the plush bear in his hand, he got out of bed, opened the door and ran to Mu Yansheng.

"Mom, I'm so afraid. Who are they?" Burning tightly hugged Mu Yansheng's thigh. Tears had already wet his whole face. His voice was choking with heavy crying. He was frightened and trembling by such a scene. After all, he was a child. Even if he was clever and sensible, he was still a child. In front of this group of fierce adults, the psychological defense line immediately collapsed.

"Look, what a lovely child. It's a pity that he is a wild species. He can never enter the door of Fu's house in good faith. He doesn't deserve his surname Fu at all." Neither fast nor slow, but the mouth of the mouth brushed the micro-blog, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and a smile of ridicule on her face make complaints about her with a triumphant gesture, without a slight face to her.

"Shut up! What are you qualified to say about my child? You don't look at yourself. How did your child come back in those years? Don't I remind you. You can tie a man with such a dirty means. How can you put money on your face?" What muyansheng couldn't accept most was that someone said that about his children, so he naturally said it more seriously and mercilessly accepted it back, leaving Guan Shili's face empty in an instant.

"You're so tough now that you dare to insult my son. I have to drive you and this little lost star to the street today!" Guan Shili was completely angered. His narrow eyes lit up a deep anger. His hands clenched their fists tightly, and the veins on her white neck burst. It seems that she must pay a price this time.

Those men took money to do business, so now they naturally won't be careless. According to Guan Shili's instructions, they threw all the things of Mu Yansheng and burning out. All the things that could be smashed in the house were smashed clean, the ground was in a mess, and the wallpaper on one side of the wall was broken, which didn't look like a home at all.

Mu Yansheng walked to the road with burning, surrounded by some of their clothes and daily necessities. Guan Shili took the men downstairs and came over. Looking at Mu Yansheng's embarrassment now, he couldn't help feeling dark.

"I know you must be very wronged now. It's like complaining to your brother. Unfortunately, he won't see you again. He hates you from the bottom of his heart." When Guan Shili finished, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, arrogantly lifted the broken hair in her ears, and she was speechless excited and proud on her face. She kicked the clothes on the ground aside with the tip of her high-heeled shoes. She had to admit that these clothes were just a pile of garbage in her eyes.

After all this, she didn't want to stay here. Anyway, she was uncomfortable to see Mu Yansheng, so she got into the car surrounded by those men and left here directly.

Burning is still wearing pajamas. Although he doesn't know what happened and why, he already knows the current situation, that is, he and Mu Yansheng are homeless and forced out of his home.

"Mom, what are we going to do now?" He clutched the corner of Mu Yansheng's clothes and looked around timidly with dark eyes. Originally, it was just a quiet nap, but such a thing happened before he woke up. It was really difficult for him to accept. He couldn't slow down for a while, and he was still a little uneasy in his heart.

Mu Yansheng took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Although she was driven out, life still needs to go on. She can't jump off a building with burning fire. So anyway, she still needs to calm down first. Only when she is calm can she think of a way.

She squatted on the ground, first put away the clothes thrown aside, folded them and put them into the box. Burning also helped her wisely. There were many pedestrians coming and going along the road. Looking at their mother and son, they couldn't help but look at them one after another and cast sympathy or disgust at them.

But mu Yansheng doesn't care now. What she taught from childhood is not to care about the eyes of others. She always focuses on her own things. Only doing well what she has at hand is the best. Others can think what they like. It has nothing to do with herself.

A moment later, they packed up the clothes scattered on the ground. She held the burning hand and looked around. Suddenly, she found that there was no place for them in this big city. It was sad to think about it.