Madam leg hurts please hug

After finishing speaking, she took out a recorder to him, "A friend of mine saw Xiaoyue in a coffee shop not long ago. She was talking to a man. My friend knew the man and he was a loan shark boss. My friend said, Xiaoyue was very emotional at the time, and then my friend was very curious and overheard their conversation."

"Listening to their conversation, it seems that Xiaoyue repaid the 8000 million loan for the family. My friend thought that this incident might be related to me, so he secretly recorded it and gave it to me."

In the darkness, Tang Siyin's eyes flashed with pride, and she continued, "I listened to this recording and was greatly shocked. I was hesitant to tell you, but after thinking about it, I still feel that I can't hide it from you."

Gong Yumo took the recording pen and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to trouble you, friend, for being so concerned about our affairs."

After a while, the maintenance personnel came over, checked the wiring in less than 10 minutes, and then left after explaining a few words.

The whole villa was suddenly brightly lit, Gong Yumo raised his hand to look at the time, got up and said, "It's getting late, I'm going back."

Tang Siyin suddenly glanced at his neckline, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Yumo, for coming to accompany me when I needed it most."

"You should, you should have a good rest." Gong Yumo said, took his coat and went out.

Tang Siyin stood at the door and watched his car leave, the smug smile deepened.

An Xiaoyue, wait and see the big gift I will give you!
The black Maybach parked on the side of the road, Gong Yumo took out the black recording pen, paused for a while and pressed play——

"Miss An, I heard that when you marry President Mo, it's not because you are in love with him? Could it be that you are only doing it for this cash cow?"

"This cash cow has already been embraced by our An family, and we have embraced it! I think you are also aware of the financial resources of the Gong family. What is this mere 8000 million? Ten times more, it is just a drop in the bucket of the Gong family."

"It's all up to this point, what is the division between the Gong family and our family? I am married to Gong Yumo. He is my husband, and his property is shared by us!"

"As long as I don't get divorced, I will always be the young wife of the Gong family, Gong Yumo's wife."

"Don't talk about the 8000 million. All of Gong Yumo's property is mine. I can spend as much as I want, and I can spend as much as I want."

The slender fingers firmly pressed the pause button, and the recording stopped abruptly.

Gong Yumo was sitting in the car, his face was tense, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his emotions fluctuated violently.

Suddenly, I thought of An Xiaoyue's changes to her in the past few days, her enthusiasm, her initiative to tease her, her soft words of Wu Nong.
She said she didn't want a divorce.

She said she wanted to have a baby with him.

She said she liked him.

Every word, every sentence, is it all a play?
Is it all just to secure her position as Mrs. Mo?

Is it all for his cash cow?

Ah!It's ridiculous!

He suddenly punched the steering wheel hard, and immediately after that, even his weak right leg started to ache!
Repay a favor?Power?like?

Which of what An Xiaoyue said was true?What on earth does she want!
She can tell him anything she wants, and he, Gong Yumo, can give her anything!

Why did she lie to him!

Why did he choose this way of playing with people, playing with his feelings like a fool, and he was still trapped in the vortex of her tenderness and enthusiasm.

He leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath, then started the car and left.

When Gong Yumo entered the door, Sister Zhang was taken aback.

I saw that his short black hair was dripping water, he was holding a black suit jacket in his hand, and the white shirt was already half wet and sticking to his body.

It seemed that the problem with his leg had happened again. His face was pale, and when he was walking, he still couldn't use his right leg.

Sister Zhang hurriedly said, "Young Master, why did you come back? How did you make it like this? Madam, she's all..."

Sister Zhang was interrupted by Gong Yumo before she finished speaking.

"Where's the wife?" he asked.

"My wife is upstairs." Sister Zhang saw that his complexion was not very good, so she didn't dare to say anything more.

"You go back first." Gong Yumo endured the excruciating pain in his right leg, walked to the living room and sat down.

Sister Zhang glanced at the soup that was boiling in the kitchen, but she endured what she wanted to say.

In the current atmosphere, it seems that it is really inappropriate for her to stay here.

She turned off the fire in the kitchen, told the wife that the soup she wanted was in the kitchen, and left.

The wall clock on the wall turned bit by bit, and Gong Yumo sat in the living room without moving while maintaining the same posture.

In the huge room, there was no sound.

After An Xiaoyue took a shower, she treated the wound on her forehead by herself. After applying some iodine, she couldn't find a large gauze, so she put on two band-aids.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her fair little face was not ugly at all, but now that it has been patched, it looks ugly no matter how you look at it.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help complaining about Gong Yumo!
If I hadn't been worried about him, I wouldn't have gone out, and if I didn't know how to go out, I wouldn't have almost got into a car accident!
Fortunately, he sent her away with just one sentence, and he still didn't come home at almost nine o'clock!

When he comes back, she must take good care of him!

There was a sudden gurgling sound in her stomach. She touched her hungry belly, opened the door and shouted downstairs, "Sister Zhang, is the soup ready?"

Her answer was a moment of silence, and there was no sign of Sister Zhang downstairs.

She was just about to go downstairs in doubt, but at some point, Gong Yumo was already sitting in the living room downstairs, as if she hadn't noticed her at all.

She thumped a few times and hurried downstairs, "Gong Yumo, when did you come back?"

Seeing that his body was dripping with water, she almost jumped up anxiously, "Are you crazy? You are soaked like this and you don't go upstairs to take a shower. Why are you sitting here in a daze?"

Gong Yumo was still silent, his face became paler, but he didn't even give her a straight look.

"What's wrong with you?" An Xiaoyue looked at his wet trouser legs, and couldn't help asking worriedly, "Do you know that your legs can't get wet?"

Gong Yumo sneered in his heart, did he laugh at her because he cared about his legs, or was it just a show?

He laughed at himself even more, that he would be so greedy for her concern.

"An Xiaoyue, can 8000 million buy a person's affection?" Gong Yumo's expression was indifferent, and his tone had no warmth at all.

"What are you talking about? It's inexplicable." An Xiaoyue said as she was about to pull him up.

"Is your marriage and your relationship only worth 8000 million? Can a mere 8000 million make you bow your head and compromise? Your relationship is so cheap!"

An Xiaoyue suddenly froze in place, "What are you talking about. 8000 million?"

Gong Yumo took out the recording pen in his pocket and placed it on the coffee table, pressed play, and played the recording inside over and over again.