An Ruo couldn't help but dial his phone. The man's voice was filled with surprise: "Is something wrong?"
This was the first time An Ruo took the initiative to call him.
An Ruo asked him as friendly as possible: "When will you come back today?"
The man raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yun Feixue, who was trying on clothes in the fitting room. His eyes showed a softness, "I'm not free tonight, so don't call me if you have nothing to do."
"Yesterday you promised me that you would come back today. Tang Yuchen, I have something important to tell you. Please take the time to come back today."
Tang Yuchen leaned on the sofa, changed into a comfortable position, and said in an evil tone: "Anruo, I just didn't go back for two nights. You really can't bear the loneliness. Although you are my wife, it doesn't mean you can control me.
It’s a decision. As a wife, it’s better to keep to yourself and don’t become a resentful wife sooner or later.”
Listening to his deliberately humiliating words, An Ruo suddenly sneered: "Tang Yuchen, you think too highly of yourself! Let me tell you, what I want to tell you is that I have decided to divorce you!"
"Snapped!"
After saying that, An Ruo hung up the phone seriously. She said so and didn't believe he wouldn't come back.
Tang Yuchen frowned slightly, with a cold and charming smile on his lips.
This woman really took herself seriously and dared to say such things to him.
He decided to ignore her. In his opinion, An Ruo was just being petty and trying to attract his attention.
And he had long been tired of seeing this kind of hard-to-get trick.
"Yuchen, do you think I look good in this?" Yun Feixue walked up to him wearing new clothes and turned around gracefully.
Tang Yuchen looked up and saw her beautiful face with a beautiful smile, and was in a trance for a moment.
Standing up, he stared at her with burning eyes, hooked his long arms around her waist, and gently brought her into his arms.
"It's beautiful... Feixue, you are the most beautiful woman in this world..."
Yun Feixue blushed with embarrassment, her eyes shining with happiness.
She feels so lucky and proud to be praised and liked by a man like Tang Yuchen.
"They are asking if your clothes are beautiful, not the person." Yun Feixue lowered her eyes and tapped his chest with her fingers, looking as happy as a little woman.
Tang Yuchen grabbed her hand, put it on his lips and kissed her softly, with deep eyes: "In my eyes, you are beautiful in any clothes, but..."
He leaned close to her ear and smiled ambiguously: "I think you will be more beautiful if you don't wear clothes. Feixue, can you stay with me tonight?"
"I hate it, I hate it!" Yun Feixue punched his chest in shame, her fair little face flushed.
She didn't know what Tang Yuchen was thinking about her, but she couldn't agree to him.
Men will not cherish things that are obtained too easily.
What's more, he has a wife at home, and she doesn't want to be a mistress.
"You are so bad, people ignore you!" Yun Feixue tried hard to break away from him, became angry, turned around and left.
Tang Yuchen stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, holding her waist tightly with his arms, reluctant to let her leave.
"Feixue, you are angry." He pointed out the fact, "Tell me why? Am I treating you badly?"
Yun Feixue looked at him sadly, wondering: "Yuchen, I know you like me. But we can't be together..."
"Why?!" Tang Yuchen's eyes were slightly sharp, and he exuded a domineering attitude of "Who dares to ruin his good deeds".
