Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Yeliang pursed his lips firmly, and the one holding the edge of the bag did not intend to let go, and looked at him firmly, "This is my stuff, you have no right to look through it casually."

Fan Xiaozheng pulled his thin lips slightly, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why, you can't see people?"

She refused to let go, but he didn't snatch the thing from her hand directly, but took a step forward, and then the other hand patiently and unquestionably opened her fingers one by one.

Yeliang's tiger's mouth was a little painful, as long as he broke it a little, she would let go involuntarily because of the pain.

The bag went straight to Fan Xiaozheng's hands.

The man reached into the bag and took the contents out.

The first glance probably reminded him of his own scarf.

Because it is the same color system, and it is also the same type of item, even Fan Xiaozheng's first reaction was that she thought it was a gift for him.

So, holding the scarf in his hand, he looked up at her and asked, "Who is it for?"

If it was before, in order to hide it from him, Ye Liang would have preferred to pretend that it was given to him, so as not to make him unhappy.

Anyway, after meeting Wen He, she can choose what to give as a gift. She didn't have to give this scarf, but she couldn't think of anything else at the time.

But at the moment, she is also full of anger, and her temper is on the head.

He looked at him coldly and ironically, and replied: "Anyway, if you give it to anyone, it won't be for you. Can you put it back?"

Fan Xiaozheng lowered his gaze and landed directly on her face.

Since it was not given to him, then there is no need to guess.

"To Wen He?"

Like him, she is also a person who does not give gifts to others, and Fan Xiaozheng knows this.

It was also because of this that, at this moment, the fire that was stuffed in his chest just now seemed to be poured with another layer of oil in an instant.

"In a week, the development is quite fast?" The man's voice is cold and deep, and he has uttered questions in a steady tone without ups and downs more than once tonight.

Yeliang tried to reach out to take the bag over, "It has nothing to do with you."

The expression on Fan Xiaozheng's face was very pale, and suddenly it was so pale that he couldn't tell whether he was angry or emotional.

But the more it was because of this, the more ominous Ye Liang felt.

really.

Fan Xiaozheng held the scarf in his hand, looked around the room, and finally walked towards her dressing table.

Ye Liang frowned, "What are you doing?"

Of course he wouldn't talk to her.

He opened the drawer of the dressing table and rummaged through it a little, but he didn't seem to find what he was looking for.

Then the servant was called over.

"Sir, are you looking for me?" The servant stood cautiously at the door.

Before, I felt that these two people got along very ambiguously, which was very good, but this time the atmosphere was not right, and the servant was of course panicked.

I only heard the man's indifferent deep voice, asking: "Is there any scissors?"

The servant opened his mouth, "... yes, there is in the kitchen."

It is naturally impossible to have such a thing in Yeliang's room. It was cleaned up long ago, and it is still the practice until now.

Fan Xiaozheng nodded, and made a gesture to go out, of course he was going to the kitchen.

Ye Liang came to his senses, walked over quickly to stop him, and stared at him, "What are you going to do?"

The man still looked calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, his thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was deep, "I never like others to have the same things as me."

Then he added, "Similar ones don't work either."

The only thing she gave him was a scarf.

Although one was bought, this one was obviously not woven by herself, and it was also not acceptable.

Ye Liang thought it was ridiculous, "The men all over the world have to wear clothes and suits, why don't you kill them all?"

The man was calm, "It doesn't bother me."

"Is my scarf in your way?"

"You feel?"

She stretched out her hand again, trying to snatch it, but of course the man easily avoided it by turning sideways.

Ye Liang knew that he couldn't grab it, so he could only stare at him, "This is something I paid a lot of money for, why did you destroy it?"

"It's easy to say." He touched his trouser pocket and said, "I'll pay to destroy it."

The more Ye Liang listened, the angrier she became.

But in fact, she couldn't beat him at all.

Unless he didn't come back, but if he came back and knew about it, Ye Liang knew that it was impossible to proceed smoothly.

She just stood there and watched him come downstairs with the scarf.

The servant followed.

But after a while, the servant came up again and stood by and looked at her who was also standing there.

Ye Liang took a breath, "What happened to him?"

The servant said: "The cut is broken, it has already been thrown into the trash can, and the garbage was ordered to be thrown away immediately."

She didn't say anything after listening, and turned into the room.

downstairs.

Fan Xiaozheng did destroy things, but he didn't feel refreshed at all. Instead, there was a gloomy depression between his brows.

Holding the phone with his fingertips, he dialed the number.

"Hello?" Wen He's voice.

"You insisted on the coffin money left by Guan Zimin?" Fan Xiaozheng's voice was extremely unfriendly and cold.

Wen He smiled. He knew he was back when he received a text message from Menghui yesterday, so he could guess that Fan Xiaozheng would know about it.

"You know what my background is, but it's impossible to do it for the rest of my life. Who doesn't want to live a completely aboveboard life, right?"

Fan Xiaozheng sneered, "Guan Zimin's assets may be even darker than yours, so you use that to whitewash yourself?"

Wen He still curled the corners of his mouth slightly, "It won't work if you say anything to me. This is the condition for the will to take effect. I must marry Menghui, and you can't stop it."

"Is your purpose the inheritance, her, or something else?" Fan Xiaozheng asked directly without beating around the bush at all.

Wen He frowned, "It should be said...the first two? Otherwise, I wouldn't have signed such an agreement."

Menghui is not very interested in Guan Zimin's inheritance, but she will not be completely reconciled to not wanting it at all, after all, she has to punish Su Yu.

Capital is the most powerful voice in this society.

"You won't be able to touch her even if you marry her. What's the fun of tossing around?" the man said coldly.

Wen He smiled even more interestingly, "Mr. Fan is right, anyway, I can only marry but not touch, so what's the point of you being so anxious right now?"

"..." Fan Xiaozheng stopped talking.

Then hang up the phone heavily.

Leaning back, he raised his hand and squeezed his eyebrows fiercely.

When he just came back, his body was already exhausted, and the brief quarrel just now seemed to have taken away all his strength.

Just relying on it, I just squinted for more than half an hour.