The earth-shaking, deafening roar made the whole house tremble violently. The bottom of Yang Mufan's eyes burst out with a rich scarlet color, and veins popped out on his handsome forehead. He showed his anger and put the bowl in his hand towards
Hit the wall hard.
Snapped--
The custom-made expensive porcelain bowl was immediately smashed into pieces.
There were tiny fragments that bounced onto Mu Wanqing's face.
The sharp water chestnut scratched across her tender face, leaving a slender trace of blood.
The wound was not big, very shallow, but Mu Wanqing felt a burning pain.
She straightened her back, sat upright on the bed, without blinking, and looked at Yang Mufan with extremely cold eyes. After a long while, she said solemnly: "Am I begging you to give me face, or am I begging you to give me face?"
You 'personally' fed me chicken soup?! Yang Mufan, can I interpret your behavior at this moment as: Angry from shame?! Don't be so angry, as if you have suffered a lot of grievances. Isn't this all your fault?
?!However, I can quite understand your behavior. If it were me who acted cheaply and cheated, but the result was still thankless, I would be as angry as you."
Yang Mufan was so angry that he was trembling with anger at her words. He was so kind to her and fed her chicken soup, but in her eyes, he was being mean and disrespectful?!
After staring at her fiercely for a long time, Yang Mufan finally forced out a sentence from his throat: "Mu Wanqing, apologize to me immediately before I get completely angry!! Otherwise..."
"Apologise to you?!" Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing nodded as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, "Okay, I apologize!!"
With that said, she lifted the quilt, slowly got out of bed and walked in front of him, raised her pale little face, and looked directly at him.
Just when Yang Mufan thought she would say sorry, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped him hard.
Snapped--!!
Time seems to have frozen at this moment.
Mu Wanqing looked at Yang Mufan's flawless and handsome profile, with five bright red fingerprints emerging little by little. A smile appeared in her cold eyes, and she faintly said: "This is my way of apologizing, are you satisfied?
?!If you are satisfied, may I ask Master Yang, can I leave now?! Before leaving, I want to remind you once again: don’t hang around in front of me no matter what the matter is in the future, you have to have a certain temper when you are a bitch. You admire me
Fan is indeed handsome and rich. But, I, Mu Wanqing, am different from those women who are so fascinated by you. When I see you, I don’t have the urge to bleed, only endless disgust and disgust. Do you know?!
I have never hated a man so much. When I saw him, my stomach almost vomited..."
Snapped--!!
Before Mu Wanqing's shout could be fully shouted out, Yang Mufan had already backhanded her and slapped her hard in the face.
My cheeks felt burning pain, and the strong smell of blood spread in my mouth.
There was bright red blood rolling down drop by drop from the corner of his mouth.
It fell on the polished floor.
Yang Mufan's eyes were burning with raging anger, and he looked down at the woman who only reached his shoulders, his gaze was sharp and compelling.
He gritted his teeth angrily: "Mu Wanqing, do you have the right to slap my face casually?! Who do you think you are, why are you gesticulating in front of me, showing off your power, and bossing me around?! You really think I like you,
Did I fall in love with you, so I ran after you?! I’m afraid, you have to recognize the fact first, that is: I am just playing with you. In my eyes, you are no different from a toy for my entertainment.
." The earth-shaking, deafening roar made the whole house tremble violently. Yang Mufan's eyes burst out with a rich scarlet color, and veins popped out on his handsome forehead. His anger showed, and he took the bowl in his hand.
, and hit the wall hard.
Snapped--
The custom-made expensive porcelain bowl was immediately smashed into pieces.
There were tiny fragments that bounced onto Mu Wanqing's face.
The sharp water chestnut scratched across her tender face, leaving a slender trace of blood.
The wound was not big, very shallow, but Mu Wanqing felt a burning pain.
She straightened her back, sat upright on the bed, without blinking, and looked at Yang Mufan with extremely cold eyes. After a long while, she said solemnly: "Am I begging you to give me face, or am I begging you to give me face?"
You 'personally' fed me chicken soup?! Yang Mufan, can I interpret your behavior at this moment as: Angry from shame?! Don't be so angry, as if you have suffered a lot of grievances. Isn't this all your fault?
?!However, I can quite understand your behavior. If it were me who acted cheaply and cheated, but the result was still thankless, I would be as angry as you."
Yang Mufan was so angry that he was trembling with anger at her words. He was so kind to her and fed her chicken soup, but in her eyes, he was being mean and disrespectful?!
After staring at her fiercely for a long time, Yang Mufan finally forced out a sentence from his throat: "Mu Wanqing, apologize to me immediately before I get completely angry!! Otherwise..."
"Apologise to you?!" Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing nodded as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, "Okay, I apologize!!"
With that said, she lifted the quilt, slowly got out of bed and walked in front of him, raised her pale little face, and looked directly at him.
Just when Yang Mufan thought she would say sorry, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped him hard.
Snapped--!!
Time seems to have frozen at this moment.
Mu Wanqing looked at Yang Mufan's flawless and handsome profile, with five bright red fingerprints emerging little by little. A smile appeared in her cold eyes, and she faintly said: "This is my way of apologizing, are you satisfied?
?!If you are satisfied, may I ask Master Yang, can I leave now?! Before leaving, I want to remind you once again: don’t hang around in front of me no matter what the matter is in the future, you have to have a certain temper when you are a bitch. You admire me
Fan is indeed handsome and rich. But, I, Mu Wanqing, am different from those women who are so fascinated by you. When I see you, I don’t have the urge to bleed, only endless disgust and disgust. Do you know?!
I have never hated a man so much. When I saw him, my stomach almost vomited..."
Snapped--!!
Before Mu Wanqing's shout could be fully shouted out, Yang Mufan had already backhanded her and slapped her hard in the face.
My cheeks felt burning pain, and the strong smell of blood spread in my mouth.
There was bright red blood rolling down drop by drop from the corner of his mouth.
It fell on the polished floor.
Yang Mufan's eyes were burning with raging anger, and he looked down at the woman who only reached his shoulders, his gaze was sharp and compelling.
He gritted his teeth angrily: "Mu Wanqing, do you have the right to slap my face casually?! Who do you think you are, why are you gesticulating in front of me, showing off your power, and bossing me around?! You really think I like you,
Did I fall in love with you, so I ran after you?! I’m afraid, you have to recognize the fact first, that is: I am just playing with you. In my eyes, you are no different from a toy for my entertainment.
