Wang Feifan's wife Moya is leaning on the sofa and applying a facial mask. Moya is Wang Feifan's second wife. After the death of his first wife, Wang Feifan never remarried until he met Moya at a banquet.
Regardless of the objections of his son Wang Kunpeng, Fei Fei insisted on marrying Moya home.
Wang Ling followed Mo Ya into the Wang family, and his surname was changed after Mo Ya married Wang Feifan. Therefore, although Wang Ling and Wang Kunpeng are brother and sister, they are not related by blood.
Moya put a mask on her face, clicked her phone in her hand, looked at WeChat Moments, and chuckled from time to time.
"Ding dong!"
At this time, a WeChat message was sent to Moya's mobile phone. It was a WeChat message without a name. When he saw this WeChat message, Moya's face changed slightly under the mask, and he glanced at Wang Feifan's face with the corner of his eye.
After looking in the direction, I found that he was reading the newspaper and did not notice the situation on his side, so he clicked on WeChat.
"Tomorrow night, same place, same time."
Mo Ya thought for a moment and thought that Wang Feifan had a business to discuss tomorrow night and would be home very late. After that, she edited a message on WeChat, "Tomorrow afternoon, that old guy is not at home."
Soon, there was a reply on the phone, and a short "good" word appeared on the phone screen. After Moya read the WeChat, he immediately deleted the WeChat.
This WeChat message without any name on Moya’s phone is a pretty boy whom Moya kept outside. The relationship between the two people has existed for several years, even though Moya has already married Wang Feifan and became Wang Feifan’s wife.
Madam, but the relationship with the pretty boy she kept outside has not been severed. The two of them have private meetings once or twice a week.
Moya is twenty years younger than Wang Feifan. Wang Feifan, who is now over 60 years old, simply cannot satisfy Moya when it comes to bed matters. Before Moya married Wang Feifan, her private life was not
It's inappropriate, but now that she is Mrs. Wang, even if she cuckolds Wang Feifan, she can't do it blatantly.
So just by following Mo Ya's character, Wang Ling would still have such an erotic private life.
The door of the villa was suddenly opened from the outside. Wang Kunpeng, wearing a white casual suit and jeans, walked into the villa. After seeing Moya sitting on the sofa and applying a facial mask, his eyes clearly showed displeasure.
When Wang Feifan wanted to marry Mo Ya back home, Wang Kunpeng strongly opposed it, so the relationship between Wang Kunpeng and Mo Ya's mother and daughter had always been bad. Even when Mo Ya was at home, Wang Kunpeng rarely came home.
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"You still know you're coming back!?" Wang Feifan put down the newspaper in his hand, glared at Wang Kunpeng who walked into the villa, and asked in an unhappy tone.
Faced with Wang Feifan's questioning, Wang Kunpeng did not make any reaction and walked straight to his room upstairs.
"Don't you see anyone?"
Seeing that Wang Kunpeng ignored Mo Ya at all, Wang Feifan immediately became angry. He put away the newspaper in his hand and slapped it hard on the solid wood coffee table in front of him.
Wang Kunpeng stopped, turned his back to Wang Feifan, snorted coldly, and asked: "What do you want me to call her? Aunt Mo, or Mo Ya?"
"She's your mother!!"
"My mother is dead! She died when I was fifteen years old!" Wang Kunpeng said in a cold tone: "Don't ever let me call this woman 'Mom' in your life!"
After saying that, Wang Kunpeng walked directly upstairs without even looking back.
"You bastard!"
Wang Feifan was so angry that he was shaking with Wang Kunpeng's attitude. Originally, the relationship between father and son was very good, but since Moya and Wang Ling entered the family, their relationship has become worse and worse, to the point where they quarreled every time they met.
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"It really doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense!"
Wang Feifan sat back on the sofa, caressed his chest, and said angrily: "Does he still think of me as a father in his eyes? He's so mad at me! He's so mad at me!"
"Feifan, don't be angry."
At this time, Moya took off the mask on her face and said to Wang Feifan: "You have to be patient. I believe Kunpeng will understand you sooner or later."
"Look at his look, does he seem to understand me?" Wang Feifan said: "It's not like you didn't see his look when he entered the room just now. He really wants to sever the father-son relationship with me!"
"No." Mo Ya comforted Wang Feifan: "After all, you are father and son. How could Kunpeng really sever ties with you?"
Moya said so, but in her heart she wished that Wang Feifan and Wang Kunpeng would really cut off the relationship. It would be best if they never interacted with each other until they died. Otherwise, where would she get the chance to inherit Wang Feifan's huge inheritance? Moya was willing
Ultimately, she married Wang Feifan, who was nearly twenty years older than her, because of Wang Feifan's money.
After a while, Wang Kunpeng changed his clothes and walked down the stairs with a bag in his hand. Without even looking at Wang Feifan and Mo Ya who were sitting in the living room, he walked directly towards the door of the villa.
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"Where are you going again?" Wang Feifan asked Wang Kunpeng.
"Traveling to relax, staying in this smoky home, I'm afraid I will develop mental illness!" Wang Kunpeng replied coldly.
"Once you go out, don't come back!"
"You think I want to come back?"
Click!
Just when Wang Kunpeng opened the door of the villa, the retro-style telephone next to the sofa suddenly rang.
"Hello?" Wang Feifan answered the phone. Because he was angry with Wang Kunpeng, his tone of voice was still a bit stiff.
"Wang Feifan?" Wu Yun said in a low voice on the other end of the phone.
"Who are you?" Wang Feifan asked.
"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that your daughter is in my hands now."
As soon as Wu Yun finished speaking, Wang Ling's cry for help came from the phone.
"How much do you want?"
Wang Feifan had been fighting in the mall for most of his life. He quickly calmed down and said, "As long as you guarantee the safety of my daughter, no matter what your request is, we can discuss it."
"I don't need money." Wu Yun said on the other end of the phone: "Money has no effect on me. I only need you to do one thing. This thing is very simple for you, as long as you follow my instructions."
If you ask for the matter to be completed, I will naturally let your daughter go."
"What's going on?" Wang Feifan asked.
"Use your company's cargo ship to take a few people to the high seas." Wu Yun said: "This matter should not be difficult for you. You only need a phone call to solve the matter."