Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

When Mei Shu let him arrive, what he saw was that scene: Yeliang knelt in the rainy night, picked up the photos one by one, and carefully hid them in his arms.

"Are you crazy?" He looked at the man in the wheelchair.

"You feel bad? I want to keep her from you." The man was equally indifferent, but clenched his fist on the armrest.

Mei Shurang closed his eyes, "Don't talk nonsense to me." He sighed, "She's not even recovering from a cold, aren't you killing someone like this?"

Who said the day before yesterday that people should be healthy or not?
Fan Xiaozheng said nothing.

Not long after, Ye Liang came back, soaked and dripping, and stood in front of him.

He seemed a little choked up with grievances, "I really haven't had an affair with any man! Why don't you believe me?"

She couldn't admit that the person in the photo was Ye Shuang, and she said before that it was her in the photo, so she couldn't be slapped in the face.

Mei Shurang also stood up to his indifference and said, "Look at the photos clearly first."

He probably was too angry and didn't think about it at all, or he just deliberately found fault to force her to divorce.

"Get out, don't let me see you."

Mei Shurang pointed to himself again, "Say me, talk me."

But the man raised his head and stared at her coldly behind the mask.

Ye Liang held the photo in her hand, her lips turned white from the cold, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Usually, she didn't feel that it was okay to live in the kennel at Ye's house, but now she was kicked out by her, and she felt so sad.

It must have been too cold from the rain.

Wei Wei raised her head, "I'm your wife, you don't want to see me, I can go out, but I won't go."

Mei Shurang also noticed that she stopped stuttering.

She put down the photo and walked out, went downstairs and out the door.

She just stood at the gate like that, and it was pouring down, making her look even more lonely.

Mama Zhang couldn't bear to see such a scene at all, her heart ached so much that she hurried to find an umbrella.

"Whoever brings her an umbrella will pay and leave tomorrow." The man's wheelchair stopped in the living room.

Zhang Ma hesitated several times, but in the end she didn't dare, and couldn't help but sigh, "Master..."

Mei Shurang shook his head silently, and only after the living room became quiet did he look at Fan Xiaozheng, "I checked Zha Ye's house for a while."

It is actually very easy for them to check other people, but it is too difficult to check because they are too anonymous.

"There should be two daughters in the Ye family, but the other one, it seems that no one knows what she looks like, is called Ye Shuang. I haven't seen a single picture of her. Don't you think it's abnormal?"

While talking here, I heard Mama Zhang exclaiming at the door, "Young Mistress? Young Mistress! Are you okay?"

Mei Shurang frowned, and just as he was about to lift his foot, the wheelchair beside him had already passed by him a step earlier.

"I'm fine..." Ye Liang barely stood firm, her voice seemed weak, but she still didn't want Zhang Ma to support her, so as not to hurt her.

As a result, as soon as he stood up straight, his head became dizzy, and he fell limply to the side again.

When Fan Xiaozheng's wheelchair arrived at the door, it stopped suddenly, staring uncontrollably at the woman in the rain.

Mei Shurang was also a little taken aback.

Yeliang was exposed to the rain just now, but it might not have been showered enough at that time, and her hair was still fried. Now that she has been showered for a long time, her hair has become docile and smooth, covering a small face.

It's like changing a straight hair hairstyle.

beautiful?

If you compare her explosive head, it is definitely eye-catching.

Especially when the hair sticks to the face, the scar can hardly be seen clearly, only half of the perfect right side of the face is exposed.

At that moment, Mei Shurang once again felt that she was definitely a treasure girl.

Except for a scar, how many women would be jealous of her skin, figure, and face shape?

"Master, the girl's body is delicate, she can't stand the cold!" Mama Zhang pleaded again and looked at the man on the steps.

The man pursed his thin lips tightly, and in the end he was so indifferent that he didn't say a word, but he turned the wheelchair and went in.

Mama Zhang understood him, and this was her acquiescence, she quickly helped him in, "Go up and take a hot bath, I'll make ginger soup right now!"

Twenty minutes.

After taking a shower, Ye Liang was already lying on the bed, her whole body was dazed but she didn't faint, her expression looked dull, or it could be called indifferent.

"How many daughters in your family?" The man asked coldly when he came in at some point.

For a while, she didn't answer.

Fan Xiaozheng looked over, "Ask you."

Unexpectedly, the woman on the bed closed her eyes and turned her face away.

The man frowned, staring at him for a long time.

Later, Yeliang didn't know when he went out.

Early the next morning.

Fan Xiaozheng went downstairs earlier than usual, and seemed to be waiting for her for breakfast, but he never saw anyone.

Zhang Ma said: "Young mistress went out early in the morning and said she wanted to go for a walk. She said she didn't want to eat breakfast."

The man didn't answer, but he could feel that he had a bad temper.The servants at home came and went to set up breakfast, and they didn't dare to show their atmosphere.

But the breakfast was not over yet, and the tranquility of the manor was finally broken.

Sheng Chun walked in, "Master, the old man is here."

The man at the table paused slightly, but did not speak.

The old man's voice came from outside the door, "What's the matter, you still want to stop me?"

The servant looked embarrassed, "Don't dare, but old man..."

Don't look at the old man who usually looks rigid and majestic, but just heard from the guard of the manor that he touched him, and the old man just lay down on the ground clutching his chest.

Touch porcelain!

Who dares to stop this?

Fan Lijun entered the door and walked directly to the restaurant, "Are you still in the mood to eat? Is everything I said two days ago in vain?"

Fan Xiaozheng's tone was neither salty nor dull, "She is so capable, how could she still sue you?"

The old man stared at her, "Do you know that you are a disguised domestic violence? I don't care how bad the other men in the Fan family are, but you can't!"

The man finished his meal slowly, turned the wheelchair slightly, looked at the old man who was rarely out of breath, and said, "What magic power does she have?"

The old man has never protected anyone like this before, he himself said, this person was chosen by Fan Weiping, why is he more concerned about this person than he chose?
Just as I was talking, Zhang Ma's voice came from the door: "Young Mistress, are you back? Breakfast is hot!"

Ye Liang was not in good spirits, her complexion was pale, she lowered her head and forced a smile.

After changing her shoes, she walked towards the restaurant. She didn't know that there was someone in there, and she just took a step in when she suddenly stopped.

"Why...?" She looked at the old man in obvious astonishment.

When the old man saw her, his heart ached at first, and then he laughed, "Girl, how are you doing?"

The servants at home, including Fan Xiaozheng, looked at the old man's soft-spoken expression in bewilderment.

"You know each other?" the man asked firmly.

"Hurry up and eat, eat with peace of mind!" The old man really loved her.

Then he glanced at Fan Xiaozheng, "You, come here for me."

The two went to the living room to talk, but she couldn't hear them.

"Did you choose her, or my father?" the man asked directly.

The old man looked at him, "It's all the same, anyway, she is already your wife."

"Reason." Fan Xiaozheng's usual tone.

"I do have a relationship with Xiaoye. She saved me." Fan Lijun never told his family about this, but at that time he had the idea of ​​marrying Fan Xiaozheng. marry.

So, with a little thought.

The old man said: "I know the two daughters of the Ye family, she is not welcome to see, but I'm not sure if it's her in the photo, so I didn't reveal at the beginning that it was for you to choose a wife, but I just think, with Shen Shuyuan as a person, I know it's you, I'm sure Will marry Xiaoye."

Sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy, so he was right.

After hearing this, Fan Xiaozheng sneered, "I'm going to marry a woman, and the three of you plan separately. It's really hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard!" The old man was quite capable of pretending to be stupid, and said: "She is a good girl."

The man pulled his lips, noncommittal, "I'm afraid she is not that simple? Just by saving you, can she marry into the Fan family?"

He was full of interest under the mask, "Don't come out with anything at that time, it's your old friend's descendants who gave me this bloody drama."

"Hey! You little bastard..." The old man stared at him, "Are you the one who embarrasses me so much?"

The man has already turned the wheelchair slowly, "I'm going to the company."

"Even if it's for my sake, treat her better." The old man added: "I haven't told your father and aunt these words."