Addicted To Favoritism, the Reborn Sweet Wife is So Sweet

  Chapter 6 Her mistress here, why dare not?

   This is the first time a girl has asked him to hug him. In the past, let alone hugs, they didn't eat at the same table with him.

  The man glanced at her gray feet, and thought it was a little cute. He hooked his lips and hugged her by the waist, and strode into the villa.

   walked all the way into the living room, then went up the stairs, the frightened housekeeper, and the maids were shocked by the sudden harmonious picture.

   In the past, the second master was furious, and everyone suffered.

   "Assistant Ji, why isn't the second master angry anymore?" The butler looked at the two people on the second floor and couldn't help asking.

   "Because the young lady didn't run away." Ji Yan replied concisely.

   The butler looked puzzled: "Is this still called not running?"

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  In the bathroom, Mu Xingwan wiped her wet hair with a towel and looked at herself in the mirror, her face turning yellow.

   In the past year, she wanted to get a divorce, making her face yellow and thin.

   There is also a scar on the right side of the face, the color is like a black mole, a dense one.

   She now knows that it was Mu Xuerou who secretly put medicine in her cream, and she said it was caused by allergies.

   In the previous life, he stopped her from going to the hospital, saying that it was a blessing in disguise. Fu Tingyao would definitely feel disgusted when he saw her like this, so he would not touch her.

   After the divorce, it will be fine after treatment. .

   She believed it to be true, so she never went to see a doctor.

   She picked up the face cream on the dresser and threw it into the trash can with a blank face.

   How can a woman not love beauty?

   "Young madam, it's dinner time."

  Leaves came in with dinner.

   Mu Xingwan came over and ignored the food on the table, "Where's Fu Tingyao?"

   Ye Zi replied: "Second Master is having dinner."

   "Take these off and I'll have dinner with him."

   Mu Xingwan went downstairs and dropped the leaves that were still in a daze.

Dining room

  The man's tall figure was sitting at the dining table, his clothes had been changed to a pure white custom-made shirt, he had a noble temperament, and his surroundings exuded a coldness that rejected people thousands of miles away.

   He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the graceful woman sitting opposite, his mother Qiao Huilan.

  Although Qiao Huilan is almost fifty years old, she is well maintained and looks like she is not yet in her forties.

  The housekeeper added tableware to his wife.

   "Mother came to see me for something?" The man's eyes were restrained and his voice was low.

  Qiao Huilan said: "I told you a long time ago that Mu Xingwan's woman is not a good woman. She burned the house down. Such a woman is a lunatic and can't be kept."

  Fu Tingyao said indifferently: "It's just a house, but there isn't enough space to plant flowers. Wanwan is virtuous helping me, not crazy."

  The man's voice was calm, and his words were ruthless inside and out.

Qiao Huilan knew that her son was protecting Mu Xingwan, and she couldn't show her anger, "Yes, a house is a drop in the bucket for the Fu family, you don't care. However, Wu Ma has been in the Fu family for decades, and she was beaten by her. I have no education at all, and I have no regard for my mother-in-law."

  Fu Tingyao snorted softly: "Wanwan is the hostess here, she has this right."

"You!" Qiao Huilan was so angry that she could barely hold back her mistress's air, "If she really puts you at ease, why would she share a bed with you? She doesn't accompany you for dinner? Whose wife treats you like this? Your husband's?"

   These are all learned from Wu Ma, Mu Xingwan not only sleeps in separate beds, does not eat together, but also dislikes various works, making the villa uneasy.

   As soon as Qiao Huilan finished speaking, the restaurant fell into a dead silence.

   This is Fu Tingyao's sore spot, no one dares to mention it, but his mother Qiao Huilan only stepped on his sore spot.

   Emotion: Fireworks in the world, mountains and rivers are far and wide. Nothing is you, nothing is not you.

   (end of this chapter)