Rebirth of the Crazy Wife: Abusing her Dominant Ex-husband

Zhan Yan said nothing, turned around and went downstairs.

When they got downstairs, Zhan Yan told Wang Mei, "Make some chicken soup and let her drink it when she wakes up."

Wang Mei nodded: "Okay."

Bai Yushu grabbed Zhan Yan's arm, "Brother Zhan, you haven't answered my question yet, what happened to Mingyue? Is she worried about the high-level mathematics competition? In fact, she still has a chance."

"That's enough. I have my own discretion regarding Mingyue."

He was already upset, but now a voice was still in his ears, making it even more noisy and giving him a headache.

Bai Yushu was stunned, wanting to cry but not crying, because Zhan Yan had never said a harsh word to her since she was a child. Even if he knew that he was wrong, he would not blame her.

"Brother Zhan, did I say something wrong? You are mean to me."

"I just care about Mingyue."

Zhan Yan looked at her quietly and said, "After you finish eating, go back and prepare for your homework. I've asked Mother Wu to go to the apartment. You don't have to come here anymore unless I take you."

After saying that Zhan Yan had gone upstairs, Bai Yushu chased after him, "Why don't you let me come here? We have lived here together for so many years. The place where Brother Zhan is is my home, and I have long regarded this place as my home." It’s my own home.”

"It's just because I took Mingyue's place in the advanced mathematics class, right? Brother Zhan, if you think so, the worst I can do is not participate in this rematch."

Zhan Yan stopped, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes were full of boredom. He tried his best to restrain himself, "Yushu, you are no longer three years old. You shouldn't have to discipline everything by me."

"Don't grow up like this. The banker's surname is Zhuang, not Zhan or Bai. Set your own position. I don't want to hear such words again in the future."

Wang Mei shivered and looked back, "Emma, ​​it's hard for her to say this kind of thing, and she still regards this place as her own home. The people who kindly adopted her really treat her as the daughter of this place, without any sense of propriety."

"Brother Zhan, you can't ignore me!"

"Exhibition banquet!"

This was the first time Bai Yushu called his name.

Zhan Yan returned to the built-in study in his room tiredly. His room was the largest except for the master bedroom.

In front of the laptop screen, Zhan Yan closed his eyes tiredly and fell on the chair.

"Remember this person just because he... must not forget. This revenge must be avenged, otherwise... I will never be able to rest in peace in my life."

"Well, I remembered it!"

Three in the morning.

The door to the room was not closed, and Zhan Yan heard the thump of someone's footsteps walking down. The sound came just in time, and he soon woke up from a nightmare, dripping with cold sweat.

Picking up the watch on the table, it was three twelve o'clock. He had slept for so long.

Zhan Yan moved his body and felt a stab of pain in his shoulder. Without enough time to look at it, Zhan Yan stood up and walked out of the door, just in time to see the person coming down the stairs.

Zhan Yan followed and watched Zhuang Mingyue put on plush slippers, open the door and walk out.

What does she want to do in the middle of the night?

Zhan Yan followed with a frown and found that Zhuang Mingyue went to the back garden and sat on the swing, motionless.

She raised her head and maintained this posture, looking up at the night sky. Zhan Yan looked in his direction. There was nothing but a dark sky. The weather was not very good these days.

Zhan Yan noticed something was wrong and walked over.

The person sitting on the swing didn't react at all.

Suddenly, after a while, Zhuang Mingyue left the swing and turned around to go to the villa, following him all the way.

She sat in front of the sofa and turned on the TV. The screen was filled with snowflakes. She stared at it in a daze, her eyes dull.

When the commotion reached four o'clock, Zhuang Mingyue turned off the TV, took off his shoes, lay on the sofa with his hands on his chest, and slept quietly.

The man who finished smoking from the door threw away half of the cigarette in his hand, stepped forward, picked up the person on the sofa, and walked upstairs.

The moment he picked her up, Zhan Yan felt that she was so light that she had almost no weight at all. She had gained a little weight in the Jiang family before, but now she is back to her original appearance.

There were still more than two hours before dawn, so Mo Hei put her on the bed.

Zhuang Mingyue rolled into the middle of the bed consciously. In a daze, she heard some noise, opened her eyes for a while, and quickly fell asleep again.

Fifteen minutes later, a man walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing the bathrobe Zhuang Mingyue had used around his lower body. The water droplets on his body had not been wiped dry and melted into the white cotton robe along his wheat-colored body. There was no obvious trace of fat on his strong body. There were ugly centipede-like scars, especially the fatal wound on the chest.

Zhuang Mingyue slept particularly soundly after taking sleeping pills, but when she woke up this morning, she saw the bathrobe hanging on the end of the bed, and the residual warmth remaining on the bed beside her.

Did Zhanyan come to her room last night?

But she had obviously locked all the doors and windows. Even the door on the balcony was locked. He couldn't lock it unless he had the ability to penetrate the wall.

In addition, Zhuang Mingyue was surprised to find that the originally messy room had been tidied up, except that the pile of snacks she carried upstairs was missing.

She didn't eat much all day yesterday. Zhuang Mingyue's stomach growled again and again, and her hungry stomach felt a little crampy.

But she didn't want to go downstairs, and it had become a habit to block herself off.

Seeing that there was still half a piece of uneaten toast on the table, Zhuang Mingyue ran out of bed barefoot, grabbed it and wolfed it down.

Just at this moment, the door to the room opened, and a man wearing a dark gray sweater and black slacks walked in with some food in his hand. He happened to see a thinly dressed girl with messy long hair and a crotch on the back of her head. One piece had been robbed, and he was eating slovenly and dryly.

Before she could swallow it, her eyes looked at him in panic.

Zhan Yan walked in and put the food on her dressing table. There was no set of simple cosmetics on the table, just an empty table, "Come over and eat."

When he looked over, Zhuang Mingyue was so frightened that she retreated to the corner, her eyes evasive, as if that was her safe place. She also held a few bites of toast in her hand and swallowed it in her mouth.

"I... I'm not hungry."

Zhan Yan narrowed his eyes, looking at his timid appearance, fearing that he would eat her. Even though he was in his own home, he didn't feel safe at all, like a timid rabbit.

Zhan Yan knew in his heart that he could not deny that all of this was the result of his...

"You're not hungry, what are you holding in your hand?"

Zhuang Mingyue hid the things in her hands behind her back, lowered her head and said nothing. The chicken soup that had been stewed all night exuded a strong aroma of food, and her stomach made a loud growl again.

"Why don't you come here and wait to starve yourself to death?"

Zhuang Mingyue said in a cold and stubborn tone, "Who knows what kind of medicine you put in it."