Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

The last time I saw her lose control like this was when her bracelet was broken by him.

Fan Xiaozheng frowned more and more, and the wheelchair turned to walk to her dressing room. Hearing the commotion inside was louder, he finally lost his patience and got up directly from the wheelchair.

As soon as she entered the dressing room, she saw the messy pajamas she had torn on the floor, and she continued to turn around and open the drawer, not knowing what to throw.

The man took a step over, stretched out his long arms, closed the drawer, and grabbed her wrist to turn her around.

Seeing her red eyes, she felt a sudden pain in her heart.

She is crying.

Different from the previous catharsis, he bit his lips tightly, extremely forbearing, but the tears rolled out more and more.

She didn't want him to touch her either, as if she was desperately trying to free her wrist.

"What on earth are you going to do!" The man simply clasped both her wrists and raised them above her head, and pressed her against the closet.

Ye Liang seemed to be dreaming back at midnight, she looked up at him quietly for a while with her face slightly raised.

"I don't like you insulting me in this way, no, insulting your wife's position." Her voice was cool but clear.

She hates and despises women who meddle in others the most.

I suddenly felt that I might follow my mother's old path, an indescribable feeling.

Fan Xiaozheng lowered his eyebrows. Although there was some ulterior motive in letting this woman appear in the Bauhinia Garden, he couldn't help but say: "Finding a female companion is threatening your Mrs. Fan's position?"

She watched his head tilted slightly, and invisibly distanced herself from him, "Just a female companion? Let her appear at home? Wear my clothes casually? Let her sit next to you for dinner?"

Ye Liang laughed at herself, "If you think it doesn't matter, what can I say?"

She struggled again to stay away from him.

But the man's confinement became more and more firm, and he stared at her with downcast eyes.

"Tell me, where should I take my girlfriend to practice? A gym where everyone can watch? A company?"

Those places are indeed as secret as at home, otherwise, within an hour, there would probably be scandals all over the sky.

Ye Liang didn't know how to refute, her heart was blocked.

"Do female companions have to practice like this?"

The man pulled his thin lips slightly, "Otherwise? It's okay to take you, can you take it out?"

"What...?" She was about to answer casually that there was something she couldn't take out.

But in the next second, he suddenly remembered what he looked like, and he froze there.

He also said that she was ugly, but it seemed that such deliberate irony was not as hurtful as such casual unconsciousness.

Fan Xiaozheng probably also realized what he said, and moved his thin lips, but in the end he didn't utter any words.

His strength was gone, and Ye Liang finally withdrew his hand, turned around to avoid him and walked out.

In the end, she tripped over the messy fabric on the ground and fell to the ground unexpectedly. For some reason, she could get up, but she didn't want to use force all of a sudden.

Just sit on the ground like that.

Fan Xiaozheng walked over and wanted to hug her, but she resisted.

After all, the woman's weight was not much, and he lifted her up, because she refused to stand by herself, Fan Xiaozheng threw her directly on the mirror stage beside her.

"I really don't like it." She said in a low voice, "If one day you must have a woman by your side, tell me, and I will go by myself."

At that moment, she thought of Lin Qiaoqiao who was bound to face her.

"No!" The man's body moved closer to the mirror stage, and also to her, lifting her face up.

He never had a woman by his side.

She didn't speak, and looked into the man's eyes.

Gradually feeling his approaching breath, I instinctively wanted to turn my face to avoid it, but was stopped by his warm palm.

"Make it up to me!" His deep and deep voice was close at hand, full of domineering and dissatisfied.

Then, just as she had described to Qiao Luo, he took off her clothes and hooked her slender, lotus-white arms around her neck.

"I just like it like this." The low and bewitching tone seemed to deliberately confirm her nonsense just now.

Yeliang wanted to worry about his distrust of her, about his concealment from her, etc., but every time he was bewitched, the kiss that sealed her lips and her thoughts were blocked, and she couldn't think.

After a long time, she pushed him away, or maybe he gave her a chance to breathe.

Staring at him powerlessly, "Don't think that I won't care about it... eh!"

Unable to finish the words, the man pressed down his thin lips again, and penetrated directly.

"Do you still care about it?" He squinted deeply, more like a threat, "I like wheelchairs best? Huh?"

She was dissatisfied with him for bringing a woman over, and he was dissatisfied with him for sharing a secret that was only between the two of them.

From the hazy sky to the complete darkness, the spring breath in the dressing room never stopped.

She delusionally felt that when the man caressed the seductive red mole on her back again, he was so domineering that she wished she would die under him in the next second.

She originally wanted to talk about Yan Nanqing, but she gave up in the end because she was tired.

"Does it hurt in your stomach?" In a daze, she heard the man ask her in a low voice.

She ate a mess at dinner and drank ice water. With her stomach, even if Zhang Ma helped to recuperate it recently, it was impossible for her to hold it.

The woman was half asleep and half awake, she just pouted slightly and snorted twice, as if she was angry with him in her dream.

The man stared at her for a while, but he couldn't help laughing in his heart, and knocked her on the head to relieve his hatred.

After a few minutes.

"Drink it, it's milk." In the dark bedroom, the man's voice was low.

The woman was sleepy, she took a sip and smacked her lips, probably because the added sugar was just right for her appetite, and she was so tired and thirsty, she drank more than half of the cup in small sips without interruption, and finally stretched her soft eyebrows in satisfaction and continued to sleep.

The man finished the remaining milk in two mouthfuls. It was so sweet that he frowned, but he finished it anyway, and then directly slept with her on the side.

Sleeping in separate rooms last night, only he himself knew that his sleep was extremely poor.

Some habits have nothing to do with time, for example, he likes to let a woman lean in his arms as a pillow.

……

When the banquet was approaching, she heard that Fan Xiaozheng's dancing partner was still Qiao Luo.

It's not surprising, since he chose a woman from the beginning, it's impossible to really change anything because of her making a fuss.

Speaking of which, the night Qiao Luo left the Bauhinia Garden, he later went to see Fan Weilan.

Fan Weilan listened to her general explanation, her expression didn't change much, she was just suspicious, "Are you sure?"

Qiao Luo nodded, "Van Tai... Ye Liang himself said that Fan Xiaozheng can't do it, so he prefers visual perfection!"

[Mr. Fan likes women with slender arms, the feeling of wrapping around his neck during making out. 】

[He also particularly likes women with waists like willows, after all, it can't be done, the sense of sight and touch must be the best! 】

【Oh, he likes to be directly on the wheelchair the most. 】

Even thinking about it now, Qiao Luo still feels that the roots of his ears are burning badly, which is irritating even thinking about it.

"I don't think the two of them have any feelings at all. Talking is no different from arguing."

She remembered correctly, every word Yeliang said that night was deeply impressed, and Fan Xiaozheng was also extremely indifferent to her.

It can't be acting.

Fan Weilan raised her eyebrows slightly, and heard her sister-in-law Zhang Yi say that Fan Xiaozheng and Ye Liang had a good relationship, so it seems that was acting?

With his appearance, he can't do anything about husband and wife at all. It seems that there is no need to worry too much about Ye Liang's pregnancy, just find a way to get them to divorce.

Only then did Fan Weilan glance at Qiao Luo lightly, "Behave well that night at the banquet."

Qiao Luo nodded, "Don't worry!"