Love her to the bone: Second married wife, don't run away

Murong Hong shook his head, "I just think about it sometimes, don't worry, I don't have the slightest feeling for her anymore, you are my best partner."

The corners of Zhang Hong's mouth turned up, and there were dark waves in his eyes, "Let's hold a wedding sometime, now I hear some rumors that I am a mistress, do you know how much my heart hurts when I hear this? ?”

The smile on Zhang Hong's face quickly disappeared, and turned into an aggrieved look. Murong Hong frowned, "When I get divorced, I'll give you a wedding, do you think it's okay?"

Zhang Hong snorted, with a slight dissatisfaction in her tone, "I've been talking about divorce all day long, but I haven't seen you get divorced yet. When will you and the Han family completely end their relationship?"

"Wait for a while, I will naturally deal with it." Murong Hong's voice was a little impatient, so Zhang Hong stopped talking.

The color ring of the mobile phone he had on hand suddenly rang. In the middle of the night, the sound was extraordinarily clear. He took the mobile phone and saw the number on the screen, and hesitated for a while.

"Brother Hong, whose call is it? It's not something urgent to call you at night, right?" Zhang Hong's eyes flashed a doubtful light, and his eyes were fixed on the phone.

Murong Hong pressed the answer button, and an extremely weak voice came from the other end, "Dad, come and save me, I'm dying."

"What's wrong with you, where are you now?" Murong Hong stood up, his voice full of anxiety.

Zhang Hong frowned, and his face became serious, "Whose phone is it?"

Murong Hong didn't answer her, but asked again on the phone, "Where are you now, what happened?"

"I'm at home. If you don't come, I'm afraid I'm going to die." After Murong Pei finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Murong Hong got dressed and was about to go out. Zhang Hong got up from the bed, reached for his coat, and followed, "Hongge, what happened? Is there something wrong with the company?"

"No, it's my daughter." Murong Hong said, his voice was cold, and he got into the car quickly, with Zhang Hong's black eyes rolling, he opened the door and got in too.

The car quickly drove towards Murong's family's villa. Murong Hong looked at the familiar street outside, and couldn't help frowning. He has lived here for more than 30 years, and he is very familiar with every plant and tree here.

Zhang Hong leaned over, "No matter what happens to Murong Pei, I am willing to face it with you."

A smile finally appeared on Murong Hong's icy face, "We may be going to a group hospital in a while, if you don't like the smell there, I'll ask the driver to take you back."

When he arrived at the gate of the villa, the car stopped, and Murong Hong hurriedly got out of the car and walked into the villa. The door was ajar, and just as he walked to the door, he heard a sharp voice coming from inside.

He frowned twice, the voice was Han's, he stretched out his hand to open the door, and saw the scene in the living room, Murong Pei was lying on the sofa, with blood continuously flowing from his wrist.

Apparently it had been a while, and there was already a puddle of blood on the floor, Han's face was extremely surprised, she stood in front of Murong Pei, and panicked.

Seeing him coming, Murong Pei raised her head, "You're here, save me quickly." Her voice was weak, as if she might faint at any moment.

"Why didn't you know to send her to the hospital? Murong Hong frowned, turned to look at Mrs. Han, and voiced Li Min's reprimand in time.

When Han Shi heard his words, she seemed to wake up for a moment. When her eyes caught Zhang Hong standing at the door, she immediately became vicious.

"Hey, you still haven't forgotten to take Xiaosan with you. It seems that she is really your heart. Your daughter is going to die, and you don't care, but you are tired of being with Xiaosan. You really deserve to be struck by lightning."

Han's voice was incomparably sharp. After Zhang Hong heard it, she felt uneasy. She walked over, "Who do you think is the mistress? Hongge and I really love each other. How did I become a mistress?"

Zhang Hong mentioned the mistress to himself a second ago, Murong Hong didn't care at all, but when he heard his beloved woman being called mistress, he immediately became angry.

"Mr. Han, what nonsense are you talking about? How could Zhang Hong be the mistress?" Murong Hong's voice spread throughout the room.

Han frowned, then raised the corners of her mouth and sneered, "If she is not a mistress, am I a mistress? Murong Hong, don't forget that I am still your legal wife now. As long as I don't divorce for a day, she, Zhang Hong, will marry you." I want to be a mistress for a day."

Zhang Hong froze in place, at a loss for words, yes, what Han said was right, as long as the two of them don't divorce for a day, they won't be able to be righted.

A cold light flashed in Murong Hong's eyes, "When did you agree to the divorce? Last time I made it very clear. The property will be divided equally. Is there anything you are not satisfied with?"

When Mrs. Han heard this, she took a sip of tea, rolled up her sleeves, and continued to reason, "If you hadn't married me back then, how could you have such a large family property, so this property belongs to my Mrs. Han and has nothing to do with you. The slightest relationship, if divorce is fine, you leave the house completely."

After Zhang Hong heard it, her heart beat faster, and she kept giving Murong Hong winks. If she really went out of the house, Murong Hong is an old man, what is she planning?

She kept telling him not to promise or not to promise, but Murong Hong didn't seem to hear it, his eyes were always on Han Shi, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhang Hong cursed inwardly, what are you still hesitating about, quickly refuse, if you don't refuse, my old lady will leave.

Murong Hong thought for a while, and then said slowly, "All the funds on the books can belong to you, but the company belongs to me, what do you think?"

When Mrs. Han heard this, she pinched her waist with both hands, "Muronghong, do you think I'm stupid? You think I don't know how much the company's annual profit will be. I don't care about the dead money on the books."

"In this case, I respect your choice. How about I own the funds on the account, and the rest belong to you?" Murong Hong suggested, with a serious voice, without the slightest intention of joking.

Han didn't expect him to say this, and his brows frowned suddenly. On the books, he had tens of millions, but the company's profit was more than [-] million a year. Would Murong Hong choose to do a loss-making business like this?
But it doesn't look like he is lying, so it means that the company is likely to have a problem now, otherwise why didn't he choose the company and choose that little capital?
"How about it, now you agree to the divorce instead." Murong Hong frowned.

Zhang Hong stood aside and put her hand on her chin. She was thinking about why Murong Hong would do this. After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure it out, but if he got the funds, she could consider continuing to have a relationship with him. Together, after all, it is not a small number.

Han replied coldly, "No, I don't have much contact with the company's affairs. If I take charge of the company, I'm afraid it will be a mess, so I reject your proposal."

After hearing her words, Murong Hong sighed, "Then what are you going to do to get a divorce? You rejected all my proposals, so you can speak out your thoughts."

When Han heard what he said, he raised the corners of his mouth and laughed, "I just said that as long as you leave the house, I will sign the contract now."

"That's impossible. For so many years, I've run the company and put in all my hard work. I won't hand over all my property to you like this, unless I die." Murong Hong refused to retreat.

Zhang Hong, who was standing by the door frame, had a smile in her eyes, and she felt extremely satisfied with Murong Hong's words.

Murong Pei looked at the people in the living room, and couldn't help frowning tightly, her eyes became scarlet, her blood was almost drained, but they were still fighting for property.

"Send me to the hospital quickly, or I will really die." She looked at the wound on her wrist, her blood flow slowed down, but the scarlet on the floor made her feel uncomfortable.

After hearing the voice, Mrs. Han turned around and saw her daughter, then remembered that she was still injured, "Pepe, I'll take you to the hospital."

After she saw a pool of red blood on the ground, she suddenly felt dizzy, and her body also became wobbly, like a reed in the wind.

When Murong Pei saw Han's appearance, she was taken aback, "What's wrong with you, are you feeling well?"

Han's brows were tightly frowned, and for some reason, she felt dizzy: "I'm fine, just a little dizzy, Pepe, I can't take you to the hospital, you can ask your father to take you there."

Murong Hong walked over, and when he was about to reach his daughter, Zhang Hong behind him suddenly yelled, and immediately fell heavily to the ground.

Murong Hong retracted his steps, turned around and quickly came to Zhang Hong's side, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you, is there something uncomfortable?"

Zhang Hong frowned, and the muscles on her face twitched, "I'm very dizzy." Her voice also became weak, like a patient.

A light flashed in Murong Hong's eyes, "I'll ask the driver to take you home, don't come out again, rest well at home, I'll go back to accompany you later."

When Han heard Murong Hong's words, she immediately became unhappy. She supported her body and walked over, "What did you just say, home? What a joke, this is your home. Zhang Hong is just a mistress, and her place is at best a A vixen's den."

Zhang Hong had no interest in responding to Han Shi, but looked up at Murong Hong, "Don't tell me you think so too?"

Murong Hong frowned, helped Zhang Hong up, turned his face to Han, and said angrily, "I won't allow you to slander my woman like this, there is no relationship between me and you, so please Don't pester me again in the future."

Han turned her face away, snorted coldly, and said mockingly, "Muronghong, do you think you are still a tender and handsome guy now, and you don't even look in the mirror to see the wrinkles on your face. Even if you want to pester, you also want to pester the little boy, how could you pester you."

Murong Hong frowned, "It's best for you to think this way, so you should quickly find a lawyer for the divorce. I'll wait for you at the coffee shop next Monday, and we can discuss the divorce agreement together."

Han sneered, "Sorry, I don't have time. As for the divorce, I don't want to bring it up for now."

Zhang Hong couldn't help clenching her fists when she heard Han's words. If this continues, she doesn't know when the two will be able to divorce.

"Brother Hong, please send me back. I don't want to stay here anymore. I feel extremely bored staying here." Zhang Hong said delicately, and she snuggled into his arms like a Meat without bones. Worms.