Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Chapter 697 Challenge the Bottom Line

The thick golden double doors opened, and Wen Qing appeared in a cool dress.

Looking at the woman standing outside, I was a little surprised.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Wen, Miss Wen."

Fu Jing was overwhelmed by the warm and noble temperament in front of her, and for a long time, she made a dull sound.

Wen Qing had a gentle attitude, smiled and blinked.

"Ok?"

Then, also belatedly, he invited her in.

On the sofa, Fu Jing was a little embarrassed.

Wen Qing randomly tidied up the drawing papers on the tea table, and then poured her a glass of juice.

The two sat looking at each other.

Fu Jing glanced at her, lowered her eyebrows and stared at the juice cup on the coffee table in front of her.

Wen Qing on the opposite side was still curious, waiting for her to speak.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Jing mustered up her courage, "I came here to ask you to let your fiancé let me go."

As she spoke, she raised her head boldly and sat up straight at the same time.

"I'm Fu Jing. I haven't been with Mr. Tang for a few months, but now, I want to leave, but he won't let me go."

After speaking in one breath, she found that Wen Qing was still staring at her with a half-smile.

The two were about the same age, but Fu Jing had absolutely no confidence in front of Wen Qing.

She is noble, good-looking, and has a natural self-confidence.

In the past, Fu Jing thought that a woman like Meng Chu was a meal from God, but now looking at Wen Qing, it was simply a meal from God.

"Jing Lan?"

For a long time, Wen Qing asked back.

Fu Jing nodded.

Wen Qing narrowed her eyes and smiled lowly.

Then Erlang's legs were raised, beautiful and slender fingers overlapped each other on the legs, the bright red color on the nails, under the illumination of the crystal lamp, was extraordinarily coquettish.

"My fiancé has many women outside. Do I have to take care of everyone who wants to leave him?"

At the end of the conversation, Wen Qing raised her eyes, the smile no longer on her face.

The eyes that looked over seemed to be suddenly covered with a layer of frost, sharp and cold.

Fu Jing couldn't help being timid in her heart, and grabbed the hand of the skirt, unconsciously tightening it.

She now regrets that she shouldn't have come directly to find someone.

But after thinking about it, she finally insisted and said: "I don't care about other women, but I have to live on my own, and I won't have anything to do with Tang Jinglan. I came today to ask Miss Wen to help me with this, after all I heard Mr. Tang is a flirtatious man, but only his fiancée can handle it."

These words hit the opponent's heart.

Wen Qing loves to listen.

What an honor it is to be able to handle a powerful man.

Wen Qing, who was still cold-faced just now, smiled instantly.

"Really? Who did you listen to? Jing Lan?"

"That's right. After all, when he was with me, Miss Wen made a phone call and left immediately. It's not a matter of reasoning. It proves that in his heart, no one can replace Miss Wen. "

Fu Jing went down the pole, and after a while, she discovered the fatal point of the other party.

Wen Qing was elated by the words, and forgot that the woman in front of her was dominating her fiancé during this time.

"Since you can come to me, it will be unreasonable if I don't help you any more. Okay, when he comes back, I will tell him not to pester you again. What's the lady's name?"

"Fu, Fu Jing."

Watching her speak in a tuned tone, Fu Jing's tense heartstrings gradually relaxed.

"Okay, don't worry, Miss Fu, I will discipline my fiancé well."

With these words, Fu Jing felt that it would be meaningless to sit down any longer.

So she got up and said goodbye.

Just walking towards the door, Wen Qing came from behind and asked arrogantly: "Where did you get my address? How do you know my surname is Wen?"

This vigilant move seemed to have done something shady.

Fu Jing turned around and looked at her for a few seconds, "I followed Tang Jinglan."

After the words fell, she turned around, opened the door and went out.

Without saying it was Meng Chu, Fu Jing didn't want to cause trouble for herself.

On one side is Mu Yanzheng's woman, and on the other is Tang Jinglan's woman, she can't afford to mess with either.

Going downstairs, the whole person is in a happy mood.

Just when she was about to call Kang Bin, she accidentally clicked on Tang Jinglan's number.

Fortunately, on the other end, it shows that they are on a call.

But what she didn't know was that at this moment on the third floor, at a certain window, Wen Qing, who was standing on the phone, glanced down at her from time to time.

Although the street lights were not too bright, Fu Jing's white dress was too conspicuous.

"A Miss Fu came to see me just now."

"What are you looking for?"

When Wen Qing called Tang Jinglan, he was driving.

Now that he heard Miss Fu, he immediately guessed that it was Fu Jing.

Suddenly, those hawk-like eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"Said that I hope you can let her go and stop pestering her."

Wen Qing might have heard the suddenly cold tone, and couldn't help but soften her voice a bit.

From Tang Jinglan's point of view, she was acting like a baby.

In the car under the street lamp, he lit a cigarette and slowly lowered the window, "Entanglement?"

Repeatedly, he wanted to laugh himself.

No woman has dared to pester him here yet, they are obviously the ones pestering him.

"Wen Qing, don't think too much, I'm just playing with her, and when I get tired of it, I'll throw it away."

"But……"

"No, but it's getting late, don't stay up late, go to bed early."

Without giving Wen Qing another chance to speak, Tang Jinglan hung up the phone coldly, and then threw him into the co-pilot's seat.

Then, he got out of the car and went to the side of the road to smoke.

The street lights were weak, and the scarlet cigarette butt flickered on and off, making him look like a murderous god in the dark night.

The road here is not a bustling area, it is quiet and eerie.

The cars that occasionally pass by are also those big trucks that run long distances all year round.

Thinking of Fu Jing's behavior, Tang Jinglan found Wen Qing there, couldn't help feeling angry, and before he finished smoking the cigarette, he threw it on the ground viciously, smashed it out with his feet, got in the car and left.

Fu Jing returned to the rented house, was about to sleep soundly, and was waiting to go to the set tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she took off her skirt and was about to take a bath, she was startled by the sound of the door being slammed.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was too much movement, and Fu Jing was afraid of disturbing the neighbors, so she had to put on her clothes quickly and go to open the door.

As soon as a slit was opened, people from outside had already pushed and squeezed in.

Before Fu Jing could see who was coming, his neck was already severely strangled.

Facing Tang Jinglan's sinister face, she tried to break the other's hand with her hands in panic.

"Boom!"

One was forced to turn around, and Fu Jing was thrown against the door.

At this time, under the light of the incandescent lamp, her cheeks were already slightly pale.

"Who told you Wen Qing's address!"

"..."

Tang Jinglan increased the strength in his hands fiercely, almost gritting his teeth while speaking.

Fu Jing rolled her eyes, kept kicking and flapping her hands trying to break free.

Tang Jinglan controlled her strength, not letting her die immediately, nor letting her feel the slightest bit of comfort.

"You are the first fucking person who dared to challenge Lao Tzu's bottom line. I think you are tired of working."

"I...cough..."

The strength of his hand was slightly relaxed, Fu Jing's cheeks turned from pale to flushed, and finally, accompanied by a cough, he made a weak voice.

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