Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

At that moment, Sheng Qiu felt that the air in the office was condensed.

The girl who was laughing just now turned pale now, and looked at the gloomy man with embarrassment.

"Move my phone?" Fan Xiaozheng touched his thin lips.

The girl nodded awkwardly, wanting to explain something, "I..."

But at this moment, Fan Xiaozheng had no intention of listening at all, so he picked up his coat and turned and walked out the door.

He had just come to the company and had just put down his coat before going to an impromptu meeting, with his mobile phone in his coat pocket.

Just so coincidentally.

When going out, Sheng Qiu told the secretary, "Entertain the people inside, and let her wait where she is."

In fact, it means that she is not allowed to go anywhere, so keep an eye on her.

A famous mansion with mountains and rivers.

The scene was really bad.

He walked in a hurry and didn't call anyone else. Sheng Qiu drove over and followed him up the stairs.

As soon as he entered the room, Sheng Qiu saw a lot of blood dripping dripping on the ground, and his expression became serious immediately.

"Let go of me!" came the voice from next door.

The woman has been restrained by bodyguards.

Only Ye Liang was in his room.

She had a thick white gauze wrapped around her hand, and she didn't know what the condition of the wound was.

Fan Xiaozheng's face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping water, and his gaze was fixed on her face.

But when she saw him, she just glanced over and said, "The carpet needs to be changed, the blood stains are probably hard to wash off."

Fan Xiaozheng didn't answer, just walked over and stared at her hand, "Your blood?"

Ye Liang smiled, "Your honored guest, do I dare to let someone get hurt? It's not that I don't know your virtues. If someone hurts you, you have to kill me?"

Fan Xiaozheng didn't like to hear these words, and pursed his thin lips slightly.

But he also knew that what she was talking about was about An Yan back then, and he had indeed wronged her a lot for the sake of outsiders.

He just reached out to touch her, but she hid him, and said: "You should go to see your distinguished guest first, and don't blame me for any trouble."

"Stop making trouble!" The man's voice was a little heavy, with a bit of seriousness, and his voice couldn't help but raised.

Ye Liang was shocked, and she didn't speak anymore, her expression could be retracted freely, and her face was expressionless for a moment.

"Let me take a look." The man spoke again, his voice became mellow again, and his eyes were deeply dark.

Usually when others are injured, they don't need to be wrapped in such a thick gauze, but she said at least twenty layers.

All because the constitution is not easy to stop bleeding.

But wrapping so much may not be able to stop.He has to see for himself.

But when he stretched out his hand again, Ye Liang still avoided it, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at her.

The man lowered his eyebrows slightly, and read anger and displeasure from her fixed eyes, his heart warmed up a little, and his thin lips touched, "I didn't let her come over."

Ye Liang smiled, "Ordinary people will know the address?"

Fan Xiaozheng did not deny it.

So, she was right, this woman is not an ordinary person.

Fan Xiaozheng tried to shake her hand again, but was dodged again, his brows sank slightly, "I have to do it for you, don't I?"

This time, she didn't hide anymore.

The gauze was peeled off layer by layer by Fan Xiaozheng.

Before removing a few layers, he saw scarlet blood, and the man's brows furrowed all of a sudden.

"Did it by yourself?" He looked at the silent woman, angry but unable to direct her, and said in a calm voice: "If you wrap it up a few more layers, your blood will be almost absorbed. up."

Ye Liang said flatly: "I can't die."

Fan Xiaozheng looked at her with lowered eyebrows, "It's one thing to be dissatisfied with my prisoner, but another to hurt you."

His principle has always been very clear, no matter how he treats her, he will never allow her to get hurt, especially skin trauma.

She can't even hurt herself.

The man was cleaning her wound carefully.

The place where the wound was on the tiger's mouth, in fact, Ye Liang didn't look carefully before, she thought it was too bloody, so she just pulled the gauze and wrapped it up.

"Who is she?" After a long time, Ye Liang asked.

Fan Xiaozheng replied while performing the movements in his hands: "Fan Weiping's younger sister."

That is his aunt?

Ye Liang looked puzzled, so, "Isn't Fan Weiping the only younger sister of Fan Weilan?"

The man said "hmm" first, and then said, "I'll explain to you when I have time."

"I feel free right now," she said.

But Fan Xiaozheng did not continue.

"What's her name?" Ye Liang had to ask again.

Fan Xiaozheng replied, "Fan Minghui."

Ye Liang's first reaction was that she and Fan Weiping and Fan Weilan are indeed not in the same school of writing, so their identities are very special?

She smiled to herself, "Then I should really be glad I didn't hurt her."

Unexpectedly, the man said in a low, light voice: "It doesn't matter if you get hurt."

Yeliang paused for a moment, then snorted: "You should have said it earlier."

"How did you hurt?" Fan Xiaozheng suddenly asked her at this moment.

After asking, he glanced at a certain place on the carpet, just in time to see the kite of the small pistol scattered there.

Meifeng twitched slightly.

That woman brought this kind of thing into the villa?

"You unloaded her gun?" Fan Xiaozheng asked.

"If I had that ability, I wouldn't be scratched."

It was supposed to be done as handsomely as the protagonist on TV, but unfortunately, it was done, but the parts of the gun also scratched her hand.

"Since it's your aunt, why does she look like an enemy when she sees me? If she doesn't know, she thinks she is a wicked mother-in-law." Ye Liang told the truth.

Fan Xiaozheng didn't answer her words.

After finishing it for her, he asked: "Don't touch the water."

She smiled, "Don't talk about touching the water, I'm afraid I can't even hold the chopsticks."

It happened to be where the chopsticks rested on the tiger's mouth, and the spoon would not work even if it wasn't even.

Fan Xiaozheng looked up at her for a while, "Yes."

Then got up, "Go and rest, I'll have someone change the carpet."

In fact, Ye Liang wanted to know that he went to see Fan Minghui next door.

Fan Xiaozheng did go next door.

Entering the door, Fan Minghui looked at him, the anger on his face hadn't disappeared yet, seeing that he didn't speak, he said sarcastically, "The legs are good, but the tongue is not good? I won't call people when I'm old, don't call my aunt." Mom, I'm more than happy."

Fan Xiaozheng sat on the sofa, his slender legs crossed, and he looked very cold.

"Even though I'm old, I haven't changed my bad mouth, otherwise I wouldn't be living so badly." His voice was flat and impersonal.

"Huh." Fan Minghui snorted softly, "I'm living a better life than anyone else! I don't know how happy I am to see Mei Yueyun die, Fan Lijun die, and Fan Weilan go to hell!"

Fan Xiaozheng was expressionless, "Chen Yizhi urged you to come here?"

Now, the person in the capital who hates Yeliang the most is Chen Yizhi.