Madam, the entire entertainment industry is looking forward to your divorce

Chapter 129

Knowing that I said something I shouldn't have said in a hurry.

Shen Yirou slowly put down the arms that blocked Shen Xiuran, lowered her head, and explained in a low voice embarrassedly: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

In fact, it has been so many years.

She didn't understand why my uncle was so obsessed with this matter and refused to forget it.

Since that incident, my uncle has undergone earth-shaking changes, becoming colder, more ruthless, and harder to get along with.

Shen Xiuran withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at her, and left without looking back.

Shen Yirou stood on the spot, looking at the wrecked car behind her, and then at Shen Xiuran's tall and straight back, she hesitated for a while, but still bit her lip, and followed.

It was halfway up the mountain, and it was night, and there was no one around in the dark.

In case a bad guy pops up, she will be really upset.

Although the uncle is scary, at least he won't really hurt her. What's more, she has to stand by his side for Sister Wan Qing, and she must not let the uncle be seduced by that vixen Song Anhao.

It's not far from the villa here, but Shen Yirou was wearing ten-inch high heels, and she was used to being pampered at ordinary times. When she staggered back to the villa with Shen Xiuran, both of her feet were useless, and her whole body was exhausted and paralyzed. It's all sweat, and the carefully groomed hair has become a mess sticking to the neck and face.

The whole person looked embarrassed.

After entering the villa, she directly slumped on the sofa, unable to exert any strength, and said weakly to the maid who was cleaning: "Quick... Hurry up and press my legs, and bring a pair of more comfortable slippers!"

The maid looked at Shen Xiuran.

After Shen Xiuran nodded, the maid went to find her a pair of clean and comfortable slippers, then squatted on the ground and pinched her legs, but Shen Yirou grinned in pain.

Shen Xiuran gave her a cold look, then left her alone and walked upstairs.

Seeing that he was about to go upstairs, Shen Yirou jumped up from the sofa, resisting her physical discomfort and followed: "Uncle, I'm too tired, I won't be leaving tonight, let someone clean up a guest room for me and come out! "

Shen Xiuran's footsteps paused, Shen Yirou's deep gaze was tightly grasped, the atmosphere became condensed in an instant, a strong sense of oppression approached Shen Yirou's face, just when Shen Yirou felt that she was about to lose her breath...

He said: "Prepare the car and take Miss Shen back!"

The maid took the order and immediately went to contact the driver.

Shen Yirou stomped her feet resolutely: "Uncle, it's so late today, I'm tired and hungry, my foot is hurt, I can't walk anymore, just let me stay here for one night! OK?"

Shen Xiuran didn't look at her anymore, and went upstairs without looking back.

Looking at his determined back, Shen Yirou clenched her lower lip with her white teeth, almost biting her lip in anger.

At this moment, the maid who gave her massage just now stood behind her and said tremblingly: "Miss Shen, the car is ready..."

Unwillingly, Shen Yirou stretched her neck, looked upstairs, then looked at the door, after a lot of inner struggle, she finally chose to leave.

It would be too embarrassing to be thrown out by my uncle.

She believed that uncle would be able to do it.

Because, the first time she wanted to stay here so shamelessly, he was the one who threw her out.

She doesn't want history to repeat itself.

After finally dismissing Shen Yirou, Shen Xiuran pushed open the door with a slightly excited expression, but when he saw Song Anhao who was already sleeping with the quilt in his arms, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head.

(End of this chapter)