Cute baby strikes ex-wife is a real boss

"He Qi, you are not allowed to leave."

What responded to her was the back of the other party without looking back.

Zhao Yimeng's tears began to be uncontrollable. She thought of the precarious Shengtian Group, her father whose life and death were uncertain, her husband who was no longer considerate, her disobedient child, and her right hand that would never recover...

In an instant, it felt like the whole world collapsed.

"why?"

"Why did it become like this?"

The voice grows louder and louder until the final howl.

At this moment, she completely forgot that the phone was still on the phone.

He Yue stood on the balcony on the third floor of the Fu family's old house, and had a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery. This is the life she really wanted, standing at the top of the biological chain, overlooking everyone.

There was still howling and crying from the mobile phone on the small round table beside her. There was no turmoil in her mood, only irritability.

The brows were furrowed again and again, and she suddenly thought whether Su Nuan would have stood in the same position before, and what kind of mood she was in at that time.

After thinking for a long time, she couldn't think of an accurate answer. Instead, she made herself more and more irritable. Coupled with the constant crying from the phone's microphone, she became more and more annoyed. Resisting shouting: "Now that I know I'm crying, what did I do back then?"

This obviously questioning scolding sound successfully silenced Zhao Yimeng on the other end of the phone. She stared at the phone in her hand in fear, and there was only a big question mark in front of her eyes.

'Why is the phone still talking? '

'Then the other party heard her howling and crying just now? '

Thinking of all this, there was only one thought left in my mind, and I hung up the phone immediately.

The finger is about to touch the hang up button on the phone screen, and the deep voice of the other party continues to enter the ear: "What do you mean by what you just said?"

From the beginning to the end, Zhao Yimeng didn't say a single word of concern. Apart from the astringency in her heart, Zhao Yimeng was more indifferent. In an instant, she forgot the embarrassing behavior just now, and began to reprimand the other party into the phone microphone: "He Yue, I raised you so much. Da, you heard me cry, don't you have a word of concern?"

"If you treat me like this now, can I still count on you to take care of me in the future?"

He Heyue on the other end of the phone really didn't expect that her own mother could say such a thing. Could it be that she has the memory of a goldfish?
She completely forgot what she said and did before, if so, she wouldn't mind reminding her.

"Mom, you leave everything to He Qi, think of him in every way, and even said that you would treat me as a daughter without me, even if I'm getting married on the [-]th, you don't care about it, and now you want me to be considerate and considerate of you , do you find it ironic?"

A sentence of questioning didn't make Zhao Yimeng speechless, she said righteously: "Why don't I ask you about your marriage, you know better than anyone else."

"Look at everything you've done recently, which one doesn't chill me."

"Just like the money you paid back for you before, you have..."

He Yue didn't finish listening to the other party, and hung up the phone directly.

Don't want to say it, she doesn't want to hear it yet.

Anyway, it's not her who wants to return Su Nuan's inheritance.

Not only did she hang up the phone, she also turned off the phone decisively.

When Zhao Yimeng found that he could no longer dial the other party's phone number, he was naturally very angry with her: "Damn it, do you think I have nothing to do with you when the phone is turned off?"

"dream."

In a rage, Zhao Yimeng directly logged into his Weibo.

Zhao Yimeng V: My own father is sick. As a daughter, I am running around. Recently, I even take the hospital as my home. But my daughter, unless something happens, I don’t want to see her in the hospital, so I naturally prefer He favored his son, but he never thought that this son would be unreliable. In the end, he could only rely on himself. Come on.

After the content of this Weibo showed that it was successfully sent, the depression in her heart eased a little.

"Older gingers are more spicy."

"He Yue, the little tricks you know now are all taught by me. You're a little too young to fight me."

"I will make you come back willingly and apologize to me."

After mumbling to himself, he continued to watch netizens' comments.

"Wow, today's most popular gossip protagonist posted on Weibo. Is he accusing his daughter of being unfilial? I really didn't see that Su Nuan is such a person. Does this count as a collapse of human design?"

"I heard that Zhao Tianhou's right arm was completely destroyed because of He Yue. It's really pitiful for a mother to treat her like this."

"What are you sorry for? They're just two brazen mistresses. To pity them, it's better to pity those who haven't even eaten."

"The one upstairs is a bit extreme. Didn't that person fail to produce evidence that Zhao Tianhou is the mistress in the end? Maybe it's just his making up to attract everyone's attention."

"Hehe, does that mean that there is no evidence? It means that there is no time to show evidence to that person, okay? I have a strong hunch that that man must have evidence that Zhao Yimeng is the mistress, and wait for the truth to be revealed."

……

As the person involved, seeing this, Zhao Yimeng began to walk up and down the huge living room irritably.

"What is the evidence in Lin Ran's hand?"

"No, no matter what it is, it must be destroyed as soon as possible."

Just as this thought flashed through my mind, the phone rang.

"Wang Yue, if you're trying to persuade me to delete my Weibo on the Internet, then you don't need to say anything."

On the other end of the phone, there was silence for a long time, and then I remembered a softly sighing voice: "Yimeng, you are mother and daughter, do you need to make such a fuss?"

Zhao Yimeng sneered, and then continued to talk to the phone: "I don't want to do this either, but you can't imagine what that damn girl did. If you were me, you would only be angrier than me."

"Just posting a Weibo, it's already cheap for her. I will give her a big gift for her wedding on the [-]th. Anyway, this daughter is unreliable. Since I'm having a hard time, she shouldn't think about it either."

It was obvious that there was something in the words. On the other end of the phone, Wang Yue had an unusually serious expression on his face: "Yimeng, what do you mean by that?"

"What are you going to do on the eighth day?"

"That's the Fu family's wedding, don't be too impulsive."

Zhao Yimeng's plans for the day on the [-]th also wanted to pass on to that dead girl through someone else's mouth, so that she would feel panic, and it would be best to force the other party to look for her.

At that time, no matter what request she makes, are you still afraid that the other party will not agree?
Since Wang Yue asked, she said it without any hesitation: "If that dead girl doesn't apologize to me, I will go to the wedding on the eighth, but I..."

As soon as Wang Yue hung up the phone, she sent Su Nuan a WeChat message.

It was still Gu Zhizhou's apartment.

On the sofa in the living room, there was an imageless person lying.

When Frank came out of the room, he saw this scene, and immediately he was filled with disgust from the bottom of his heart: "Su Nuan, the two children are still there, at least you should pay attention to precepts and deeds, okay?"

His answer was a blank stare.

After that, his eyes continued to stay on the phone screen: "Okay, I see, thank you."

After typing, Su Nuan sat up straight as fast as she could, and at the same time clicked on Moments, her fingers swipe quickly, without raising her head, she said: "Today, I filed for divorce with Fu Boyan."

Frank had just walked to the door of the kitchen, and the next moment, he turned around with a face full of surprise.

Su Nuan on the sofa, her slender fingertips were frozen on the phone screen, it was a photo, a blood-stained hand, even so, she still recognized this hand.

It belongs to that man.

His bony fingers are particularly beautiful, and they are particularly slender and recognizable.

Especially this photo was sent by Wen Shaoqing, which is even more self-evident.

It's just that what she can't understand is that when they parted before, it was obviously good, so how long did it take to make their hands like this.

'The man went to fight? '

Just as Su Nuan was hesitating in her heart, should she make a phone call and ask.

She had unknowingly given a like to this circle of friends.

When she reacted, it was too late, because she had already received a WeChat message from First Young Master Wen asking for help: "Help."