Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

The living room was emptied, but obviously the man's anger has not subsided, but there are some other things mixed in the anger, like his own things have been coveted by others.

He satirized: "No wonder, half a face is not enough, and this figure is enough to seduce men!"

Ye Liang usually has no shame or dignity in front of Shen Shuyuan's mother and daughter, and tears come as soon as they are said, which is very cheap, but now she can't shed a single drop, biting her lip.

Her chin was suddenly pinched, and she lifted it fiercely. He described that expression as——

"Pretending to be a chaste and strong woman?"

She was directly thrown onto the sofa by the force of the man's wrist, and that skill did not give her a chance to prepare and resist.

She was surprised that he was so crippled that he was so powerful?
But there was no time to be curious in the next second, the man's wheelchair turned around, and he opened his lips coldly: "Pants."

let her off.

She has no choice.

In the huge living room, like a prey for people to watch, she curled up on the sofa wearing only two pieces of underwear.

The man raised his hand suddenly, slowly took off his hat under her gaze, and then made a gesture to take off his mask.

Ye Liang subconsciously held her breath and even turned her eyes away.

But her jaw was gripped, forcing her to keep looking.

The moment the mask was taken off, Ye Liang took a deep breath, that face can only be described as ferocious, coupled with his indifference, it is simply——

The lonely ghost of the Ice Age, she only thought of this description.

"Ugly?" he asked her.

She came back to herself, trembling slightly for breathing, then shook her head.

The man sneered, and moved down the hand pinching her chin.

Passing over the lower abdomen and then going down, Ye Liang suddenly panicked, her hands trembling to stop, "You, what are you doing?"

The man sneered coldly, "Didn't you see? My legs are disabled. I told you that my hands are good. Of course I use my hands."

"You think I really touched you?"

"I think it's dirty."

Yeliang didn't expect him to say such words, his eyes were filled with tears, and his lips were trembling.

But besides accepting her fate, what can she do?
From the age of six to 23, what she has learned is that one must accept one's fate, and one who understands current affairs is a hero.

When she let go of her hand and didn't stop her anymore, Fan Xiaozheng looked at her fiercely, and his upper body leaned towards the woman on the sofa.

His malicious making things difficult at this moment is unbearable for anyone, let alone a woman, he wants to force her to submit and choose to divorce.

But the touch from the fingertips is too beautiful, light and delicate, and the distance is too close, and you can even smell the faint scent of shower gel on her body.

At a certain moment, a string in his mind "Boom!" broke.

As his face was close to her chest, Fan Xiaozheng felt his blood rushing up for the first time, which was the most primitive impulse.

He would never feel that way in front of any woman.

Ye Liang closed her eyes fiercely when his ferocious face was extremely close.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds...

"I think it's dirty!" Once again, the man said three words coldly, with a stronger tone.

What she saw when she opened her eyes was that he sat up straight, pulled the tissue on the coffee table, wiped his fingertips fiercely and disgustedly, and then threw it into the ashtray with precision.

Ye Liang breathed a sigh of relief when his wheelchair left the restaurant and disappeared from sight, and then breathed heavily.

She almost, never felt as suffocated as she did today.

Devil, it really is not a false rumor.

An old female servant came out of nowhere, picked up the clothes and gave them to her, "Put them on quickly."

She hurriedly took it over, "Thank you, thank you!"

It was also at that moment that she actually started to burst into tears, not like she could control it freely at ordinary times, but now she burst into tears.

"Don't blame Mr., he has experienced too much, and his temper is a bit weird, but he is not a bad person."

"No, dare not." She lowered her head.

A bit eccentric, but not a bad person?Oh, she thinks that Shen Shuyuan's mother and daughter are just that bad, and Fan Xiaozheng is the one who is evil in his bones.

"Get dressed and take a while. Let me tell you about the rules of the manor, so as not to offend the gentleman again someday." The servant was still very kind.

She just nodded without getting angry.

The servant poured her a cup of hot water, "You can call me Mama Zhang, Sheng Dong is the housekeeper, but I will take care of the housework in the villa, the young master cares about the details, although the young mistress doesn't usually do housework, there are some things that need attention. "

She nodded.

"Sir, he's a nice guy. He doesn't pay too much attention. He's just afraid of the cold. The temperature at home must always be 25 degrees. Anything with ice cubes can't appear in front of him."

Ye Liang raised her head slightly, and stammered, "Is he a burn? Burns should, should like to be cool?"

The servant looked at her. As the housekeeper in the villa, he got used to her face in a short time.

"The skin tissue of the burn is thin, neither hot nor cold, and... Never mention the matter of his burn in front of the husband, let alone talk about it behind his back!"

Ye Liang nodded obediently.

The servant smiled, "Since you will be our young mistress in the future, please pay more attention to Mr., in fact, he is very lonely and pitiful..."

The servant did not dare to say more.

At this moment, in another building of the manor.

This is the place where Fan Xiaozheng stayed most at home. The housekeeper Sheng Dong cleaned it himself, and other idle servants were not allowed to enter. The servants only heard that it was full of expensive books, calligraphy and paintings, and no one dared to offend them, so they couldn't afford to pay.

"Did you see the look in her eyes?" The wheelchair stopped quietly by the window.

With one hand in his pocket, Mei Shu put his master's red wine in harm's way, "You mean stuttering?"

Well, Mei Shurang took a look at her figure, and for three seconds, she suddenly felt that this woman is actually quite lovely, except for a scar on her face, isn't she?Directly and intimately called a small stammer.

"She didn't stutter when she questioned me." The man narrowed his eyes slightly, still puzzled by her eyes at that moment.

[How did I offend you, Mr. Fan? 】 She asked him so.

"The dog jumps over the wall when it's in a hurry. It's strange that you don't stutter all of a sudden when you are so irritating to others?" Mei Shurang didn't care.

The man tapped on the armrest with his fingertips and didn't answer any more.

But he lowered his eyebrows and saw his knuckles...

What's damned in my mind is the touch of her touch!

Annoyed for no reason, is she a man who is seduced by her skin and figure?

Mei Shurang looked at him as if he didn't want it anymore, couldn't hold back, turned around and smiled.

"Let Sheng Chun find out what kind of relationship she has with Chen Yizhi." After a while, the man said coldly.

Of course, Mei Shurang agreed with this point, and looked at him tentatively, "Did you see the woman with Chen Yizhi clearly in the video?"

After all, it's that kind of video, what if you can't see your face and get covered?After all, Chen Yizhi's mother and son have always wanted to see Fan Shao joke.

"It's her." Fan Xiaozheng closed his eyes, probably not wanting to say more.

During that whole day, Yeliang never saw Fan Xiaozheng again except for being made things difficult by him in the morning.

Mama Zhang saw that she had gone through that incident in the morning, but she looked very calm. When she asked her if she was going out, she only said that she had no job and no friends, so she stayed at home and helped water the flowers.

Mama Zhang likes this calm, gentle and calm temperament!It's probably because she has the same flaws as the young master, and she can bear the grievances, so she instinctively has more love and affection from the elders.

As for her family background, Mama Zhang knew the general idea without asking, because she came here without any luggage.

In fact, there is no point in asking. The capital is very big, and there is no shortage of wealthy and nobles. The Ye family is not ranked at all. If Fan Xiaozheng was disabled and other reasons lowered the requirements for choosing a wife, the Ye family would not be able to turn in 100 years.

Yeliang was originally a maid in the Ye family, and it was easy to get the friendly approval of the people in the manor, after all, she had been busy with them for most of the day.

In the afternoon, she returned to the side sleeper prepared for herself and said she would take a nap.

She took her mobile phone, which was shaped like a brick, from the only bag she brought, and clicked on a job application feedback email.

Then swipe the keyboard and dial it back.

"Hello! It's Miss Ye, right?"

"I am." Ye Liang glanced sideways out of the window, slightly covered the curtains and sat down beside the bed, "Does your company have any questions about my resume?"

At this moment, she didn't stutter at all, and her head was no longer drooping at sixty degrees. If the scar on her face was covered, she would have bright eyes and white teeth, with a somewhat detached look in her eyes.

"Ah, that's right. Ms. Ye only said that she was applying for a designer job. I would like to ask what field is your design in?"

"Everything." She said concisely.

"Huh?" The other party might be taken aback for a moment.

"You didn't read my resume?" Ye Liang asked again, with a firm question.