Mu Wanqing raised her eyes and looked at him, "Why do you ask this?"
"Oh, don't think too much about it, I'm just afraid that your children won't be able to find a place when they miss their mother." The man was still duplicity.
Mu Wanqing took it seriously and asked quickly: "You mean, if the children miss me, they can go to me at any time?"
She also thought that if she insisted on divorce, Wen Zhan would punish her by not allowing her to see her children.
Hearing her expectant question, the man changed his mind again and said, "I'll tell you later. Maybe you will never see the children again when you walk out of this house. Just think about it!"
Mu Wanqing: "..."
He said this now and then said that, and the woman couldn't figure it out, and she didn't bother to talk nonsense to him anymore.
When my brother was full, he vomited it out with satisfaction.
Mu Wanqing hugged her son and lay on her body, burping her gently. Then she looked at her daughter, who was holding her little arms and hands in the man's arms, and said, "Let's change it. You hold your son and put him to sleep."
Wen Zhan fucked, his face uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After hearing the woman's instructions, he came back to his senses, bent down and put his daughter on the sofa, and then took the son in Mu Wanqing's arms.
But he didn't leave.
Mu Wanqing didn't know what else to say to him, so she just changed her clothes and continued to feed her daughter.
The two of them were sitting awkwardly like this, neither speaking, thinking in different ways.
It took a while until Aunt Zhou came and knocked on the door and asked, "Have you had enough, young master?"
Wen Zhan turned around and said, "Now that he's full, you can take him to bed."
"Okay!" Aunt Zhou came in and took her brother away. There were only two children, one old and one small, left in the room.
Wen Zhan turned around and sat down on the single sofa next to Mu Wanqing. His eyes were still staring at the breastfeeding woman with that death stare.
Mu Wanqing was so scared by him that she finally lost her temper. She raised her eyes and asked displeasedly, "What do you mean? Why are you staring at me?"
Wen Zhan's expression did not change, and he asked again: "Where is the house for rent? Sharing it with others or living alone?"
It turns out he is still struggling with this!
Mu Wanqing thought that even if she didn't tell him, with her sharp hands and eyes, she would be able to find out sooner or later, so she resisted for a while and said, "I live alone in the apartment over at Morgan International."
Wen Zhan's eyes showed surprise, "That location is not cheap. Where did you get the money to rent such a good place?"
Mu Wanqing didn't want to answer any more and said, "You don't care, I've already rented it anyway."
"Did you borrow money from that guy named Zhou?" Wen Zhan could only think of this, otherwise he couldn't explain it.
She was originally given a share of the inheritance left by the old man, but she rejected it, and now it is still lying in the safe in the study.
Although her card is still in her hand, there is no consumption record in the past few days.
She had only been working for a few days and could not earn that much money.
The only possibility is to borrow money from Zhou Yiru.
That guy, Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone. He hopes that this woman will get divorced as soon as possible, and he will definitely help him enthusiastically.
Mu Wanqing looked at him with an unhappy and impatient expression, "What exactly do you want to do? Are you going to embarrass others after asking clearly? Manager Sun in my department...is the one behind your back?"
Wen Zhan didn't expect her to mention this suddenly, so he smiled and said magnanimously: "You mean that big scumbag? It's me. It is the duty of every citizen to eliminate harm for the people. Didn't this save a good family who was kept in the dark? Women?"
"..." He was so openly bad that Mu Wanqing couldn't answer the question.
Moreover, she couldn't say whether this kind of behavior could be considered "bad".
After all, for Manager Sun’s fiancée, she is not officially married and has no children, so she cut her losses in time – which is definitely a good thing!
Otherwise, there will be one more poor wife who is tortured by men in this world.
The two of them didn't talk to each other, but Wen Zhan insisted on continuing the conversation, his eyes always looking straight.
Mu Wanqing suspected that he just wanted to satisfy his perverted desire for voyeurism, so he kept hanging on when he had nothing to say.
There was a blanket placed beside the armrest of the sofa. She reached out and pulled it over to cover her shoulders, and weakly covered her daughter's little body in it - like a nursing blanket, it just blocked the chest and blocked the man's view.
Wen Zhan blinked and came back to his senses, his eyes met hers, and he smiled disdainfully: "The heart of a villain!"
This means that she was not peeping at all, it was an unnecessary act on her part.
Mu Wanqing was too lazy to say more and pretended he didn't exist.
But even so, Wen Zhan didn't get up and leave. He stayed until his daughter finished feeding and fell asleep.
"Please go out, I want to wash up and go to bed." Mu Wanqing picked up her daughter and prepared to put her on the bed, and at the same time ordered the man to leave her.
Wen Zhan stood up along with her movements, but instead of walking out, he walked straight towards the woman.
A chill ran down Mu Wanqing's back. When she realized something was wrong, she hurriedly turned around and saw him suddenly bending down and lowering himself——
"Wen Zhan, what are you going to do - ah!" She was so frightened that her face turned pale. Before she could finish her words, her body suddenly flew into the air and she was picked up by the man without any warning!
The woman was so frightened that she screamed, but then she thought of the sleeping baby in her arms. The voice half escaped her throat and was suppressed by her, her arms subconsciously hugging the small ball of flesh in her arms.
Her heart was beating in panic, and she didn't dare to struggle at all, but the rage surging through her body almost ignited her!
"Wen Zhan! Are you sick? You're going to throw the child like this!" She growled through gritted teeth, but she didn't dare to move her body at all, for fear that the man wouldn't be able to hold her and would throw her daughter.
But Wen Zhan remained calm, hugged her, turned and walked out of the room, towards the master bedroom.
"As long as you are honest and don't fall," he replied confidently.
Mu Wanqing stared at his chin: "Is it interesting for you to pester me like this?"
"I think it's quite interesting."
"You are sick!"
"maybe."
He also felt that he was sick, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do such a ridiculous thing!
Isn't it just a divorce?
Will Wen Zhan be short of women? Will you be short of a wife?
But why do you try every possible means to refuse to leave and use every possible means to try to stay?
Isn't it just a serious illness?
Carrying the mother and daughter together to the master bedroom, Wen Zhan put her and her daughter firmly on the bed. When he straightened up, he said: "Before the divorce, you will sleep here."
"you--"
"You know my temper. The more you fight against me, the worse your outcome will be. If you make me happy, I might let you go free one day."
Mu Wanqing paused before finishing her words and raised her eyes to look at him, as if she was seriously considering the authenticity of these words.
Do you have to make him happy before he is willing to divorce?
How can any couple be like this?
"I'm going to wash up. If you're not here when I come out, the house you rented will disappear."
"..."
Sure enough, he used this simplest and crudest threat method again!
Mu Wanqing stared at his back, wishing that her eyes would turn into two laser beams and penetrate him! Burnt!
She was still holding her daughter in her arms. The little girl had eaten and drank enough, and slept like an angel. She had no idea what had just happened.
Mu Wanqing gently put her daughter down, shaved her soft and delicate face, and couldn't help but smile again.
