Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

The person in the wheelchair walked back slowly, the night was cold and still, and the air around him seemed even colder.

When the man entered the house, he glanced at the empty living room and then walked to the dining room.

"Y-you don't have to wait for me in the future!" Ye Liang looked at Zhang Ma apologetically while helping to set the table.

Zhang Ma smiled lovingly, "That's no good, if the young master and you are hungry outside, you can always have a hot meal when you come back."

The movements in Ye Liang's hands paused, but he didn't eat?

Fan Xiaozheng had already entered the restaurant, and the wheelchair stopped at his exclusive place at the table, so she didn't speak any more.

When the restaurant quieted down, the more oppressive the atmosphere became, Ye Liang tried to bury her head in the bowl as much as possible.

"The servants are not here, so you don't need to pretend to be humble and obedient." He spoke meanly, with a warm and cold voice.

She doesn't talk to him for a day and night, throws the food directly at the front desk, and finds a man to take her home. How angry is she?What else are you pretending to be?
Mentioning the inexplicable torment by him last night, she lowered her head, her movements paused, and she still didn't speak.

"Who is he?"

The question was of course the man who sent her back.

Yeliang chewed slowly, without looking up.

Seeing her meek and ignorant appearance, Fan Xiaozheng felt an unknown fire in his chest.

He will try his best to provoke and force her to divorce, but the premise is that she has to hit him with the gun, otherwise what is it?
He is a clown jumping beam alone?

"Crack!" The chopsticks fell heavily.

"I'm asking you something!" The man's eyes were stained with real sullenness, and he stared straight at her.

She finally raised her head slightly, her tone was slightly weak, "No, no matter what I say, you must have a reason to pick it, so why should I?"

The man pulled his thin lips, "Isn't this very good at talking?"

Then he continued to press: "I ask you who he is."

"Friend, friend."

"Boyfriend?" full of sarcasm.

Ye Liang looked at him and frowned inaudibly, "I, I'm already your wife, what's the difference between insulting me like this and insulting yourself?"

Oh, Fan Xiaozheng snorted softly in his heart, sure enough, apart from being ugly and stuttering, her speaking level is not low at all!

"My wife? Wouldn't it be insulting to ask Chen Yizhi to send me the bed video?"

"..." She bit her lip.

Without an explanation, he put down the bowls and chopsticks, "I, I'm full."

The dining room fell silent, and the man was holding back his aggressive aura just now, knocking over a bowl with a "clang".

Just "buzz buzz!" The phone vibrated to break the atmosphere.

"Say!" The man was twirling his phone, indifferent and impatient.

"Congratulations to Mr. Fan on his wedding! Why doesn't it sound like a happy wedding?" The tone of the woman on the phone was soft and contrived.

Fan Xiaozheng glanced at the screen, it was an unfamiliar number, his eyes became colder, "Who gave you the number."

The woman giggled twice, "Mr. Fan's number is hard to get, which shows my sincerity! Speaking of it, I feel aggrieved for you. It's fine to marry an ugly girl, and her love history is so unbearable..."

The other party deliberately half-spoken, waiting for Fan Xiaozheng to ask questions.

However, the man was so calm that he didn't say a word.

She had no choice but to continue uninterestedly: "Mr. Fan has not had an intimate relationship with his ugly wife, right? Otherwise, how could he not know about her scandalous love history? There are such big scars on her face and scars on her wrists. Don't you wonder if she is Who did it for?"

Fan Xiaozheng leaned back on the wheelchair, and said in a low and cold voice, "Who are you?"

"...beep!" The other party hung up immediately.

After staying on the first floor for a while, the man's wheelchair took the home elevator to the second floor.

in the master bedroom.

When he entered, Ye Liang had just finished taking cold medicine, his brows were still frowning, and then he went to the balcony.

She is knitting.

I don't know why, when Fan Xiaozheng saw the thing in her hand, his eyes turned cold. She felt it, but just ignored it.

Anyway, when he looked at her without being cold or critical, it would be wise for her to ignore her.

However, as the wheelchair slowly approached the balcony, she lowered her head and her heart tensed up a little.

at last……

"Come here." The man ordered without temperature.

The needle in Ye Liang's hand stopped, and after all, he glanced at him, "What, what's wrong?"

The wheelchair stopped not far from the balcony and did not leave. The man was expressionless and looked at her indifferently.

That's right, when he got home, he took off the mask, and his whole face became more ferocious and cold, even though he was used to seeing him, Ye Liang still felt that his face was palpitating.

"I told you to come here, didn't you hear me?" The man was already impatient.

She tightened the wool in her hand, still didn't move, waiting for him to say something.It was nothing more than trying to force her to let go of the divorce, and she just refused to accept the offer.

There is a step on the balcony, and the wheelchair cannot go up, so the two are deadlocked.

For a moment, Fan Xiaozheng rolled the wheelchair suddenly, and the wheels hit the edge of the steps with a muffled "bang" and were forced to stop. At the same time, the man stretched out his long arms and directly grabbed her hand.

"Ah!" Surprised by his sudden behavior, Ye Liang whispered and looked at him.

The man was pinching her wrist, turning around gently and staring at the inner side of her wrist, where there was a faint old scar.

Realizing what he was looking at, Ye Liang's face changed slightly, and he struggled suddenly.

But the man buttoned it without moving at all, and the slightest bit of pain made her frowned, "You, what are you doing?"

"How come?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Suicide for a man?"

Ye Liang didn't know why he asked this, but it seemed that he was touched by his question. While struggling, his eyes were slightly red, "It has nothing to do with you."

He squeezed her harder, "Don't think that if there is an old man, I can't do anything about you. I, Fan Xiaozheng, will never want a dirty woman. If you don't want to suffer, you'd better file for a divorce yourself."

Ye Liang pursed her lips and looked at him for a while, her eyes hurt slightly, but she didn't suppress her temper, "I'm not clean?... Then why did you nod to get married in the first place!"

The man's thin lips tightened, "If I knew you were so ugly and dirty, would I still nod?"

ugly?dirty?
The words he used to her were always so bitter.

No matter how much Ye Liang could pretend, his heart would still hurt. After all, he couldn't sit still, so he got up abruptly and wanted to leave the space with him.

"Go to sleep on the side or in the living room. There is no place for you in the master bedroom. Facing that face, I'm afraid of nightmares." The man's cold and tricky voice came again.

With her back turned, she squeezed her palms and went out directly.

Seeing her sitting on the sofa before going to bed, Mama Zhang was a little worried, "Young Mistress, why don't you go to bed?"

Ye Liang forced a smile, "Don't worry about me, go and rest."

It's not like she hasn't done the thing of sitting overnight until dawn. What hasn't she experienced at Ye's house?
Lowering her head, she gently rubbed the scar on her left wrist with her fingertips. The tip of her nose was sour, and she held back her emotions.

It will be a long time before she suffers from his meanness, she should have been mentally prepared.

In the middle of the night, the living room was dark.

Ye Liang woke up midway and there was no water in the living room, so she went to the kitchen to pour a glass, and when she came back, she put down the water glass and sat down on the sofa.

"Huh?" She sat in a daze, feeling that the sofa was a bit different, because she was sleepy, she just subconsciously touched the place where she was sitting with her backhand.

The touch felt weird, she looked back suspiciously, the next second, her whole body froze suddenly, and she was about to scream when she opened her mouth.

"Ah!" But the man snatched back her body that was about to bounce off.