Not long after Yang Mufan left, Wen Xiaorou suddenly came uninvited. She held Yang Mu Sheng's hand, with a faint smile on her lips. That face, not to mention how gentle and beautiful it was. But her eyes were full of arrogance.
Contemptuous and arrogant.
I was so proud that I almost got carried away.
She stood in the garden, looking at Mu Wanqing with a smile, and then said indifferently:
"Mu Wanqing, don't you understand men too well?! If it were me, I would never live in this villa shamelessly again. In addition to making men look down on you even more, it will only make men think you are
Disgusting and cheap.”
"Yang Mufan no longer wants you, he no longer loves you. Between you and me, he has obviously chosen me. Why are you still hanging on his territory?! What are your intentions? Are you doing it for him?
Money, or his power and status?! Don’t you give up yet?! I’ll give you a piece of good advice: stop having fantasies and expectations, that man will never be yours in this life. I told you before,
You are not my opponent, you can’t beat me, and if you don’t want to be hated by him, or die an ugly death, you better disappear as soon as possible, and take your bastard son with you and disappear!!!!!!”
Mu Wanqing listened to Wen Xiaorou's elegant and melodious voice, but she spat out extremely harsh words, and her whole body trembled faintly due to stimulation.
She bit her lip and stared directly at Wen Xiaorou's increasingly proud and disdainful provocative gaze. She pulled the hand holding the key harder and harder.
The sharp key dug deeply into the flesh of her palm, but she felt no pain at all.
Wen Xiaorou saw that Mu Wanqing's arrogance had been reduced bit by bit by herself. She curled her lips and smiled coldly, then led Yang Mu Sheng into the villa wantonly.
Walking to Mu Wanqing's side, she leaned over slightly, raised her eyebrows in her ear, and gritted her teeth coldly every word: "Of course, you can also choose to stay with Yang Mu'an and leave alone. But, I won't take you with me.
If your son leaves, your son may end up being a bit miserable."
"..." Although Wen Xiaorou's words were said through extremely gritted teeth, her voice was very low. Her breath, which seemed to be nothing, sprayed on her ears. Mu Wanqing felt an unknown cold air, fiercely spreading throughout her body.
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When she was a little confused about the deeper meaning of Wen Xiaorou's words, Wen Xiaorou spoke again: "It's his biological son, so what?! Do you think your biological son is the only first legal heir?! Mu Wan
Qing, you are too naive, and you underestimate my gentle methods and my weight in Yang Mufan's heart. Only I don't want to, otherwise, even if your son stays in the Yang family, he will only be a young master in name only.
Do you believe that he can't get a cent of Yang Mufan's property?! Of course, these are all based on my mercy. You said, if one day I don't show mercy, Yang Mu'an will suddenly die inexplicably.
, what do you think: How about this?!"
After hearing Wen Xiaorou's threat, Mu Wanqing was so frightened that her eyes suddenly widened to their maximum size. She looked at Wen Xiaorou's face with a sinister smile in astonishment, and was stunned for a moment. She shouted emotionally: "What did you say?!
What do you want to do to my son?! Wen Xiaorou, you were the one who manipulated the milk powder last time, right?!"