She divorced with her property, and her ex-husband chased her around the world

At two o'clock in the morning, when Jiang Yuan was drifting into sleep, he heard a knock on the door.

Who would knock on her door so late?

Jiang Yuan left the room, took out the baseball bat, tiptoed to the door, opened the peephole and looked out.

Suddenly my heart beat faster.

The next moment, she opened the door suddenly and looked at the extremely embarrassed Shang Manyue outside the door. Her eyes widened in surprise, "You...were you robbed? Or...I was dreaming."

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were disheveled, and her trousers were vaguely stained with dried blood. She looked like a ghost that came to seek her life in the middle of the night.

Shang Manyue flipped her hair coolly, and when she smiled, there were light dimples on the corners of her lips, "Sisters, please take me in!"

By the time she came out of the bathroom, it was already half an hour later.

Jiang Yuan handed her the milk, and when she took it, she sat on the small sofa, took a sip of red wine, and looked at her obviously red and swollen eyes, and asked, "Did you quarrel with Brother Jing Bo again?"

Shang Manyue held warm milk in her hands, but her back still felt chilly.

Listening to her calm and calm words about what happened tonight, Jiang Yuan was like a firecracker that was exploded, clapping the table and getting up.

Even his voice couldn't help but rise a few degrees, "What? Brother Jingbo actually did something so unworthy of a beast? Is he still a man?"

Greening yourself, how much water in the Atlantic Ocean does this brain have to be soaked in?

Shang Manyue twitched the corner of his lips, it was self-evident.

Jiang Yuan turned his attention to Shang Manyue again. No wonder she was in such a mess tonight. Ever since she married into the Huo family, in order to please the Huo family and for Huo Jingbo's face, she always maintained the gentle and elegant Huo family outside. The image of the wife.

No one will catch the slightest bit of her ugliness.

Jiang Yuan cursed angrily, "What a scumbag, you bitch. If you hadn't saved him back then in the countryside, he would have been cold and the grass on his grave was taller than him. As a result, he turned around and forgot about you. I only felt Thinking about that mistress."

"Jiang Xinrou is even more shameless. She clearly knows that this scumbag is married, but she still clings to him like a dog-skin plaster. I have never seen such a shameless person in the world!"

Following her words, Shang Manyue couldn't help but think of the first time she met Huo Jingbo.

Everyone thought they first met after they got engaged, but it was actually earlier.

After her parents passed away, she felt depressed and went back to the countryside to live with her grandmother for a while during the holidays.

At that time, Huo Jingbo was recuperating there because of a bad heart.

By chance, she saved his life. At that time, he said that he would always remember her.

So when Mr. Huo came to propose marriage, she thought... that was what he meant.

In the three years since she was married to him, reality had slapped her countless times.

When Shang Manyue came to her senses, she heard Jiang Yuan getting more and more angry as he scolded her. She tilted her head, finding it funny.

The Huo family and the Jiang family have a close relationship. Mrs. Jiang is the goddaughter recognized by Mr. Huo, so Jiang Yuan is Huo Jingbo's godsister.

She had also complained to Jiang Yuan countless times about Huo Jingbo and Jiang Xinrou, but Jiang Yuan had some scruples and rarely scolded them so harshly.

"Man Yue, are you so angry that you can still laugh?"

Shang Manyue shook his head.

After a while, she faintly uttered, "I'm not angry anymore."

She sat on the steps, and when the cold night wind blew randomly on her face, her love mind was gone.

Jiang Yuan became quiet for a moment.

She sat down, drank the red wine in one gulp, licked her lips, and asked uncertainly: "So...are you really going to divorce Brother Jing Bo?

"You're just going to admit defeat like this? Are you willing to take advantage of Jiang Xinrou's bottomless San'er?"

Shang Manyue chuckled softly and murmured: "In everyone's heart, I am the third son among them."

But soon she shrugged nonchalantly, "I have been a licking dog for three years. Everyone is waiting to see when I will be kicked out of the hall, so I might as well take a preemptive strike."

"Jiang Xinrou loves to pick up my second-hand goods. Let her pick them up. There are many men!"

...

Huo family.

In the early morning, Huo Jingbo entered the house with a cold air.

Aunt Chen came up to him, took his coat, and asked, "Sir, what should I prepare for you for breakfast?"

Huo Jingbo had been on a business trip for a week and sat on a plane for nearly ten hours. His temples were slightly swollen and he had no appetite. "No need."

He changed his shoes and walked in, glanced at the empty restaurant, and said calmly: "Where's my wife? You haven't woken up yet?"

Aunt Chen looked a little strange, "My wife is not at home."

Huo Jingbo's brows furrowed slightly, then calmed down again, "She went out so early?"

"No... my wife hasn't been back for a week."

The man's handsome face was instantly covered with frost.