Mr.Yan chased his wife: marry one and get two free

After getting on the bus, he Chenxing really didn't say much, but drove quietly.

As Wen ran and Yan Sihan were living in the apartment, he Chenxing whispered, "Ran Ran Ran, do you remember before? You told me that after we got married, we saved money to buy a scooter. Every morning, I sent you to work. In the afternoon, we went off work, bought vegetables and went back to our nest for dinner. Now I can finally pick you up from work, It's taking you to another man's apartment. "

After saying that, he Chenxing suddenly stepped on the brake, looked back at Wen ran, and endured his emotions, "Ran Ran, I'm not reconciled."

Wenran didn't speak. He just opened the door and got off.

He Chenxing forbeared, slammed the steering wheel, untied his seat belt, got out of the car quickly, caught up with Wen ran in three or two steps, and grabbed her wrist, "Ran Ran Ran!"

Wen ran turned back, looking cold and absolutely dust, "let go."

He Chenxing smiled at himself, "what if I don't let go?"

"She told you to let go."

Hearing this sound, wenran was startled. Before she turned back, a great force pulled her into a wide chest.

Yan Sihan's low voice sounded over her head, "he Shao, what are you going to do to my wife?"

He Chenxing smiled, "your wife?"

"He Chenxing!" Wenran suddenly shouted, "don't make me hate you more."

He Chenxing's eyes shrink and lose all their colors in an instant. He stares at Wen ran with bright red eyes, like a trapped beast.

Yan Sihan took wenran's shoulder and walked towards the apartment.

Behind him came the low roar of he Chenxing, "Yan Sihan, do you really know the relationship between us?"

Yan Sihan held his hand on Wen Ran's shoulder with clear knuckles. He looked back at he Chenxing and his face was calm. "I only know that she is now my Yan Sihan's wife, and my Yan Sihan's wife can't be touched by anyone."

He finished, took wenran's hand and left.

The man's hand is stronger and stronger than usual. It hurts to hold wenran's hand.

She pursed her lips without making any sound.

Along the way, Yan Sihan didn't say a word.

Aunt Zhang had already prepared dinner. Seeing the two people coming back together hand in hand, she was overjoyed and said with a smile: "young master, young lady, dinner is ready. When..."

Before he finished, Yan Sihan took Wen Ran's hand and went directly into the washroom.

In the surprised eyes of wenran and Aunt Zhang, turn on the tap and wash wenran's hands.

It's a little heavy.

Wenran bit her lips and shrunk her hands.

Yan Sihan immediately saw a large red on the back of her hand.

It's a burn.

Yan Sihan's face changed, "who did it?"

Wenran wanted to retract his hand, "it's all right."

Yan Sihan stared at her, "I asked you who did it."

Aunt Zhang had already brought the ointment from the outside and handed it to Yan Sihan, "young master, please help madam Shao apply some ointment."

Yan Sihan let go of her hand and sneered: "what's the use of painting? She doesn't even know how to cherish herself. You painted it for her today. Tomorrow, someone will burn her with a new wound. On the contrary, it's better to let her improve her memory."

With that, he strode out of the bathroom.

Aunt Zhang chased up and whispered after him, "Oh, my young master, I know you love Mrs. Shao, but it's heartache. You can't say that."

Yan Sihan's head was full of the pictures he had just seen downstairs.

His wife, got out of another man's car and talked.

When he pulled her home from the beginning, the burn on her hand should hurt, but she didn't say a word.

Make it clear that I don't want him to know.

This feeling of being rejected thousands of miles away.

No.

Very bad.

Wen ran looked down at his red and swollen hand.

Suddenly, there was a snap.

Tears dripping on it.