Mu Wanqing couldn't stand listening anymore, and she lost control of her emotions and yelled at Wen Xiaorou: "Stop talking!!!!!!! Whether or not Admiration Fan loves me is a private matter between me and him, and has nothing to do with you.
Even if he doesn’t love me and feels that my existence is hindering your marriage, he should tell me, not you!!!!! Do you understand?!!!!!!!”
Hearing this, Wen Xiaorou's brows immediately surged with endless malice. She stared coldly at the woman with red eyes, her eyes turned cold, and then she gritted her teeth viciously and said: "I am his wife, between you and him
Why don’t I have the right to interfere in your private affairs?! As a mistress, how dare you yell in front of me so confidently?!"
"..." Mu Wanqing's whole body was trembling. She didn't know whether she was cold or angry. The arc of her shaking became more and more violent. In the end, her legs were almost weak and she was unsteady on her feet.
Obviously, Wen Xiaorou's patience has been exhausted. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence from her throat: "Mu Wanqing, if you dare to pester Yang Mufan again, then don't blame me for being cruel and unkind. You should know better.
, offended me, even if I have no means to make you unhappy, but making Yang Muan suffer is so easy and effortless."
"If you don't want Yang Mu An to suffer, you'd better know your purpose, get away, and don't appear in front of Yang Mu Fan again from now on."
"..." Mu Wanqing almost went crazy after hearing Wen Xiaorou's naked and provocative words. Her eyes were red and she roared, "Wen Xiaorou, if you dare to touch An An, try it."
"Mu Wanqing, you know that it is absolutely impossible for Yang Mufan to give up the custody rights of Yang Muan. Then, there is only one possibility for Yang Muan's future, which is to live with Yang Mufan all the time. And Yang Mufan, even now
No matter how much you love him or love him, how long will it hurt and how long will you like him?! In the future, Yang Mufan and I will have biological flesh and blood. In his eyes, what on earth can Yang Muan count?! So, I don’t want Yangmu An to live in pain.
Mu Wanqing, who has never been good at speaking quickly with others, ended up being defeated in embarrassment and then fled in a hurry.
Wen Xiaorou stared at her panicked back and disappeared into the night outside the door. Suddenly, the corner of her mouth curled up with a smile of victory. Immediately, she whistled happily and returned upstairs in triumph.
Fourth floor, master bedroom.
When she quietly slipped into the cloakroom, trying to take off the shirt that Yang Mufan had changed and put it in the laundry basket without anyone noticing, a cold male voice suddenly sounded from behind her: "You are in my room.
,do what?!"
"..." Wen Xiaorou froze for a moment, but she adjusted in the shortest time. She put the shirt in her arms into the basket, and then whispered, "I suddenly remembered that there are dirty clothes in your room that have not been washed. I want to
I took it out and washed it for you. I am on vacation tomorrow and I have nothing to do. I wanted to help you wash the clothes myself, but I was worried that I would suddenly forget it tomorrow, so I..."
"You can just let the servants wash these clothes, you don't have to do it yourself." Yang Mufan stood at the door of the cloakroom wearing a black bathrobe, his aura was unusually formidable, "It's getting late, you should go back to your room and sleep early."
"Okay." Wen Xiaorou nodded obediently, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.
After she disappeared, Yang Mufan stood at the door. Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the collar of the white shirt she had just taken. There was a huge red lip print printed on it for no reason...
