When Yang Mufan received the call from Tianhu, he was sitting in his study watching a video sent anonymously to his mailbox by a stranger.
The veins on his handsome forehead popped out, and his cold black eyes, watching the lively, erotic, and fragrant scenes on the video, were so angry that they were about to burst into flames.
In the video, Mu Wanqing and Wei Zhehan were having sex on a gorgeous and spacious double bed, using various postures to make love to death.
Mu Wanqing's charming voice was like a kitten chirping, irritating his eardrums.
She said: "It's so severe, the cold, ah~, I can't stand it anymore, it's so heavy! Be gentle!!"
Wei Zhehan panted heavily and asked, "Baby, tell me, who is more powerful, Yang Mufan, or me?!"
Stimulated by passion, Mu Wanqing screamed excitedly on the spot, gasping repeatedly: "Of course it's you...ahhhhh...it's so hard, you hurt me, please be gentler..."
Wei Zhehan said: "Qingzi, give me a son."
Mu Wanqing responded impatiently: "Yeah!"
Wei Zhehan added: "Qingzi, what do you think, let Yang Mufan raise our son?!"
Mu Wanqing replied: "It's good. He is so rich. His son will definitely be a prince inferior to one person and more than ten thousand people in the future. Otherwise, when I get pregnant, I will tell him that the child is his?!"
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After watching the content of the video, Bu Yanmufan was so violent that he kicked the desk over.
His chest was rising and falling violently; the anger accumulated in his chest was like an army of thousands of horses, rushing fiercely.
The mouse he was holding tightly in his hand made a "squeak" sound and was crushed to pieces by him.
The sharp fragments pierced his flesh, and bright red blood immediately flowed down the fingers, one after another.
Yang Mufan stared bitterly at the computer that had fallen to the ground and was spewing out white smoke. His eyes were filled with a terrifying and sinister light. In the study, it was extremely quiet. The only sound left was the sound of his fingers and bones interlacing when he clenched his fist, and
The sound of his teeth gnashing.
He could clearly see that the time shown on the video was the third day after he had a one-night stand with Mu Wanqing in the hotel shortly after returning to China.
That day, Wei Zhehan happened to successfully escape from prison and escaped from the detention center.
However, he still remembers Mu Wanqing's frightened look when she was taken to Mu Yuan for a physical examination after she was revealed to be pregnant.
The personal doctor who admired Mu Lin at that time happened to be Wei Zhehan's uncle.
It turned out that what she was carrying in her belly was not his admiration for Fan's seed at all, but... Wei Zhehan's.
Ha~!!
How ironic!!
No wonder he hated that child from the very beginning: he hated that child from the bottom of his heart.
Sure enough, there is a subtle connection between blood lines.
The cell phone on the side was buzzing non-stop. Yang Mufan raised his eyebrows and walked over with his long legs. He glanced at the phone number on the screen. Without hesitation, he quickly connected.
The second the connection was connected, Tianhu's urgent and anxious voice came: "Second brother, are you Mu Yuan now?! Come to the hospital quickly. Mu Wanqing is clamoring to see you. She is extremely excited and crazy.
It's the same. Come over and comfort her."
When Yang Mufan heard this, he raised his lips and sneered: "Just tell her that if she wants to live, just accept treatment peacefully. If she really doesn't want to live, just ask the doctor to give her a bottle of sleeping pills. If she wants to see me, she will die like this.
Tiao Xin.”
Outside the study, after hearing Yang Mufan's words, a black shadow flashed rapidly and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye...
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