Her husband regarded her as an object that could be picked at will.
As long as he hooks his little finger, he should be lying on the ground waiting for his blessing?
I don’t want it, I don’t want it!
"I'm sorry, I can't have dinner with you. Goodbye."[
Looking back sadly, Ye Zhiqiu just wanted to find a place to have a good rest.
"You don't want to accompany me, why do you want to accompany Qin Yishu? You said that you are married and your husband doesn't mind if you are with him?" Ling Mufeng did not let go of his hand, but instead pulled it tighter.
"Mr. Ling, you say I can, but don't insult Qin Yishu!"
Hearing what he said, Ye Zhiqiu was also angry: "There is nothing wrong between me and him!"
"I insulted him? - Humph, what a joke! Who on earth sends you home every night and gives you a bouquet of flowers? Ah! -" Ling Mufeng questioned.
"You! -" Ye Zhiqiu was stunned when he heard what he said, "You are following me?"
"Humph, so what?" Ling Mufeng said disapprovingly, "I can clearly see with my two eyes the gentle expression on your face when he sent you home!"
"You're going too far!" Ye Zhiqiu didn't know how there could be such a person in the world!
"There's nothing I, Ling Mufeng, want that I can't get! The same goes for women!"
Ling Mufeng stared at Ye Zhiqiu with sharp eyes.
His blood was so angry that he calmed down for a long time before Ye Zhiqiu said coldly: "Don't think that everyone in the world is the same as you! Qin Yishu respects me very much. He has never exceeded his status!"
"Oh, I don't know, what will happen if your husband finds out about your affairs?" Ling Mufeng narrowed his peach blossom eyes and smiled evilly.