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14. Chapter 14 Mu Wanqing will never be allowed to live in the villa

Chapter 014: Mu Wanqing will never be allowed to live in the villa

It was quiet late at night after the storm passed.

Admire Fan's private villa.

The hall was as brightly lit as ever. The luxurious decorations and accessories were set off by the bright lights. Every inch and every place shone brightly, shining like diamonds with noble light, which was particularly dazzling.

Mu Wanqing had a pale face, disheveled hair, and sat on the sofa with her whole body wet. She held her breath and carefully wiped the rain from her hair with a towel, feeling very worried and anxious.

There was a dead silence in the hall, so quiet that it was almost suffocating.

Mu Wanqing's back was always stiff, her head lowered nervously, not daring to raise her head to look at the man sitting diagonally opposite her, gouging her viciously.

Yang Mufan's gaze was too sharp and too cold. The cold light seemed to want to tear her into pieces and crush her bones into ashes. It made her scalp numb and she was extremely frightened.

As time passed, it became very clear that Mu Wanqing silently endured the fierce and biting cold wind over and over again, attacking her overwhelmingly, and then ruthlessly wrapped and swallowed her.

She didn't know whether it was because she was caught in the rain or the air conditioner in the hall was turned down too low. She was shivering all over and her teeth were chattering.

She knows that admiration is always angry.

An hour ago, he received a call from the old man and rushed back willingly.

The first time he saw her when he came home, he had an expression on his face that he wanted to kill her.

She knew that he had misunderstood again, thinking that it was her who went to complain to the old man again, and that the old man suddenly went to Jinxiu City to conduct a surprise inspection.

However, why the old man knew it, even she didn't know the reason.

Mr. Yang sat majestically opposite Yang Mufan, taking in the two people's performances and reactions. He watched them silently for a long time, and then he said calmly: "Mufan, I won't say anything more, I just hope

What happened today should not happen again in the future. After all, Wanqing is pregnant with your child, the direct bloodline of our Yang family. I don’t want anything to go wrong. That’s it, it’s very late, Grandpa

Go back first and take Wanqing home for dinner another day."

After saying that, he stood up and leaned on the crutch to leave.

Yang Mufan sat on the sofa and remained motionless, his handsome face was very calm, but in his dark and deep eyes, circles of anger gradually surged up.

He said in a calm voice, "Grandpa, you should understand my temper. I never like to repeat my words a second time. Today, I made an exception and reiterated for the third time: I will never allow Mu Wanqing to live in my villa.

"

Upon hearing this, the anger that Mr. Yang had tried so hard to suppress over and over again finally lost control and was about to explode.

He stomped his cane and scolded sternly: "You brat, who are you talking to? If you have the ability, say it again!!"

Facing the old man's rage, Yang Mufan still sat on the sofa calmly and said slowly: "I will never allow Mu Wanqing to live in my villa. She is not qualified. She is not worthy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Yang's face became stern, he rushed forward in an aggressive manner, raised his cane and smashed it down on Yang Mufan's head and face.

However, before the crutch, which was made of high-grade mahogany inlaid with gems and carved with the totem of the Yang family, touched Yang Mufan's hair, there was a muffled "pop" sound. Yang Mufan grabbed the crutch and stopped the old man's excessive behavior.

The slender and straight legs were still folded gracefully, maintaining their previous lazy posture.

Yang Mufan raised his thick eyebrows and said quietly: "Grandpa, please pay attention to your behavior. Although to a certain extent, violence can suppress unrest, but to a greater extent, it can only

It's just counterproductive. Don't provoke me and force me to take action in self-defense."


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