Mu Wanqing went to see the house and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening when she got home.
Putting the breast milk in her hand into the refrigerator, she turned around and saw Aunt Zhou coming over with her brother in her arms. The little guy yelled "Oh oh oh oh" and stretched out his hand towards her, asking for a hug.
She hadn't washed or changed clothes yet, but the baby couldn't wait any longer and jumped directly from Aunt Zhou's arms.
"Is your wife very busy at work? Do you have to work overtime every day?" Aunt Zhou asked with concern.
Mu Wanqing apologized a little, "Well, I've been busy planning a project these days and it's almost finished."
"That's good. Come back from get off work early if you're not busy. The child is getting older and needs more company from his parents."
"Okay, I'll try my best," Mu Wanqing hugged her son and teased her, then raised her head and looked around, "Where's my sister? Are you going to bed so early?"
"No, the young master is coaxing me to play upstairs."
Wen Zhan is back?
Mu Wanqing looked upstairs and thought for a moment, but she still didn't go upstairs.
She didn't want to think about arguing in front of her children. No matter how young the baby was, they could feel joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. She didn't want the children to be involved in it.
At night, after both children were put to sleep, she was thinking about the soft article Yu Qiao had given her and was going to work overtime in the study.
Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw Wen Zhan sitting behind the desk.
The two people's eyes met and they were both stunned for a moment, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.
Mu Wanqing immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here." She thought the man was getting ready to sleep in the master bedroom.
Wen Zhan thought she came to him on his own initiative, and when he saw her opening the door, he felt ecstatic.
Unexpectedly, before this joy had settled, she said such a sentence, and it was like a bucket of cold water poured down on her.
Seeing the woman turning around to leave, he couldn't hold it back and said coldly: "Am I a poisonous snake and beast? If you see me, hide away."
Mu Wanqing froze and looked back at the man behind the desk: "No... I have to work and I'm in a hurry."
"Work..." the man murmured. His tall and tall body got up from the seat and stepped closer to her. "Are you born to love work, or are you using work to escape me, huh?"
Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes away, her heart beating faster, "Everyone should work, you are overthinking it."
Wen Zhan didn't respond, walked to her and stood in front of her, staring at her with burning eyes.
It's been two days.
The cold war has been going on for two days.
I saw that he had no expression on his face and no warmth when he spoke. We were under the same roof, but it was as if he couldn't see each other.
Wen Zhan has had enough!
"Mu Wanqing, how long are you going to keep making trouble like this?" He stared at the woman for a while and asked, grinding his teeth.
Mu Wanqing raised her head and bravely looked at him, frowning slightly.
She originally planned to find a good house and move out directly and meet him in court, because there was no result in the negotiation.
But since he asked, he continued.
"I'm not making trouble. I have been actively looking for a solution to our situation. It's you who refuse to cooperate and are always resisting. If you had agreed, this situation would have been solved long ago." She was calm and deliberately lowered her voice. , because it was already very late, the villa was very quiet.
Wen Zhan was dressed in home clothes, and his figure looked gentle and elegant, but his face, with his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, was cold and pitiful.
His deep black eyes looked down at her condescendingly, waiting patiently for her to finish her words. Then he smiled lightly with his thin lips and said, "Your solution is to divorce me, abandon your two children, and live the life you want. life - don’t you feel selfish?”
Selfish?
Mu Wanqing's heart was stung hard by these two words, her eyebrows were tightened, and her beautiful eyes were filled with incredulity.
She doesn't understand, a man who has turned a blind eye to his wife for two years of marriage, a man who has always loved Bai Yueguang in his heart, a man who lies and betrays his family - who has the right to call her selfish?
She looked extremely surprised. After a while, she couldn't help it and smiled sarcastically: "Am I selfish? If I were selfish, I wouldn't have married just because I wanted to let grandpa treat his illness at ease. If I was selfish, I wouldn't marry him later. Why would you suffer so much to give birth to a child because you don’t want to give up two little bean sprouts! If I were selfish, I would have opened up to you, the lion, and divided your property and ruined your reputation!"
Isn't the reason why she was in so much pain and was manipulated by him again and again because her heart was too soft and because she had so many things to consider before and after?
"Now we are talking about your divorce, why are you talking about the past?" Wen Zhan was too cunning, and he changed the concept in an understatement, "The child is yours to have, and you are born without education. You deserve the word 'mother' ?”
"Of course I want to teach and accompany them as they grow up. The question is, are you willing to give them to me?"
Mu Wanqing had never dared to expect this, but if Wen Zhan was willing to generously give her the custody of the children, then she would definitely raise the two children even if she sold blood, kidneys, and begged on the streets.
Wen Zhan smiled evilly and asked contemptuously: "Here it is, can you afford it?"
When the woman opened her mouth, he didn't wait for her to speak, and immediately continued sarcastically: "Either let them follow you as beggars, or you take them to find a new father - how can you raise them based on your own ability?"
Mu Wanqing's words were knocked back before she could say them, her mouth opened, and finally she fell silent again.
Yes, in the final analysis, there is a huge gap in status and financial ability between the two, so she is a dwarf and has no momentum at all.
There is nothing more to say.
She endured it and nodded in a daze: "Yes, I have no ability, so I choose to be a selfish person, whatever you want to say."
She was too tired. Since she couldn't do her work, she should rest early and squeeze in time to do it at noon tomorrow.
"It's getting late, I'm going to bed. I hope you can agree to divorce tomorrow." After leaving these words, she turned to go out.
Unexpectedly, Wen Zhan suddenly took action, grabbed the back of her neck with his big palm, and grabbed her back like a kitten.
"Ah, what are you doing-" The woman suddenly felt pain, her face tightened, and before she could protest, her body was turned by him.
The man pinched the back of her neck with his big palm and pulled her face in front of him. His handsome but stern face was full of terrifying anger, and he actually lowered his head and kissed her firmly.
Mu Wanqing was stunned!
The two of them had gotten to the point where they hated each other and resented each other, and this bastard actually gave her a choke-kiss!
After hesitating for less than a second, she resisted violently and raised her hand fiercely to hit him, but Wen Zhan seemed to have a third eye. Without even looking, he raised his other hand and pinched her accurately. His wrists were tied behind her waist and locked tightly.
The study door was closed by him. The next second, the woman in his arms was pressed against the cold door. Wen Zhan held her and kissed her eagerly and bravely. His vicious posture seemed to want to kill her. shred.
Mu Wanqing's heart was full of hatred, and when his aura was completely enveloped and occupied, she suddenly realized - this bastard, he was not attached to her, he just used her as an object to vent his anger on!
After such a quarrel, he could still get intimate with each other, but it can only be said that his animalistic nature was so strong that it was irrational.
