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Fu Sinian knew she hated it.

but.

so what?
The law of the jungle is the law of the jungle, even in the human world. He stands on a high ground, so she must obey him.

in silence.

Mu Nian became more and more angry.

"God gave you such a handsome face, and gave you such a good family background, why didn't God teach you how to be a human being!" She gritted her teeth.

"It seems that you hate me very much."

"Yes!"

"There is no hate without love."

"I've loved, so what? Who doesn't know that I loved you? Who doesn't know, I'm like a rag to you, coming and going when you call it!"

Fu Sinian frowned: "Who said that?"

Mu Nian wanted to laugh: "Who else said that? Don't you read the news? After you divorced me, and after I left with my children, what did the outside world say about me? I wished to hate marrying an ugly girl, but I finally let it go." We are the proud son of heaven, and he was thrown out of the Fu family like a broken rag!"

cry.

Mu Nian felt that at this moment, she should cry.

However, no.

Tears weren't coming, and she didn't even feel sad, which was ridiculous.

She gave birth to two children for him and was dying.

He didn't care, just threw it away.

Now, she just changed her face and identity, and he wished she could stay and warm his bed.

it is ridiculous.

Fu Sinian was silent, and then said: "It's nothing more than holding a press conference to clarify for you. If you want, you can do it anytime."

"No, as I said, I just hope that Master Fu and I will have nothing to do with each other except for our children."

She talked to this point.

Naturally, Fu Sinian would not keep her anymore.

He lowered his face and pointed at the door: "Go away."

Mu Nian got up immediately and left without hesitation.

The door is closed.

Fu Sinian frowned tightly, raised his hands to rub his temples.

Mu Nian's expression of looking death at home still resurfaced in his mind repeatedly, and the faint and elegant fragrance of her body was still lingering on the tip of his nose.

he loves her.

I want to give her the best things in the world.

He pets her.

He backed down to the bottom line again and again, guarded her, and wanted her to realize that he was the only one around her who treated her best.

But all this is in vain.

There was an invisible wall between him and her. At the end of the wall, she curled up into a defensive posture. Every attack he made on the other side of the wall would make her more vigilant.

Fu Sinian could even imagine that if he told her that the one he loved was her.

She might say: Fu Sinian, you also have today, want to chase me, dream about you.

Fu Sinian's deep eyes became colder and colder.

for a while.

He didn't know what to do with her.

……

The day of the confession banquet.

Mu Nian took the book that Fu Sinian let her read, and read in the bedroom alone.

She completely forgot about the confession banquet until a Chinese designer known as the most powerful in Belgium walked into her room with a dress.

Mu Nian still didn't remember that there was a wedding ceremony today, and she was the protagonist.

"I don't know any designer, why don't you just tell me, who are you?" She looked at the elegant and gentle lady in a white suit in front of her, feeling a little dazed.

in her memory.

But there has never been such a person.

The woman leaned over lightly, and said respectfully: "Sorry, miss, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Wen Qianqian, the personal dresser of the young master. You can call me Xiaowen or Qianqian."

Li Sijue's personal dresser?
"Then why did you appear in Fu's house?" Mu Nian was still out of state.

Her mind is full of paintings from the Cultural Renaissance era, but she can't think of them at all. She has a pro-recognition feast today.