She divorced with her property, and her ex-husband chased her around the world

Jiang Xinrou's tears rolled down her face, "Jingbo, what you mean is that I fell down and framed her?"

Huo Jingbo dialed the phone with one hand and asked Yang Ge to drive to the entrance of the hospital.

Then he put away his phone, put his hands in his pockets, and looked down at her condescendingly, "Or do you think I should check the surveillance?"

Jiang Xinrou bit her lower lip and said no more.

"Xinrou, I promise you, I will do it, and the rest..."

Huo Jingbo didn't finish speaking. He stared at her deeply for a few seconds with his dark eyes, then he opened his long legs and strode away.

Jiang Xinrou stared at his back, her face turned pale.

He was warning her not to do these little tricks.

But how could she be willing to do so? If there hadn't been that accident, she should have been Mrs. Huo!

...

Shang Manyue slept until dawn. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a strange environment.

She looked around, this was obviously a hotel room, and she was only wearing a bathrobe...

At this time, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Shang Manyue was so shocked that she sat up suddenly. The hangover made her dizzy and her hands and feet were sore. She couldn't tell whether she had done anything or not.

She tried to recall, but there were only fragments. The last memory was that she couldn't walk anymore and lay down on a wooden chair by the roadside. Then someone came and she grabbed him and gave him a slap...

So how on earth did she get to the hotel?

Shang Manyue's heart felt so cold.

The sound of water stopped, the bathroom door was opened, and the footsteps gradually approached.

Shang Manyue didn't dare to look up, as countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

"Man Yue, are you awake?"

When a familiar voice came, she was startled and raised her head.

Jiang Yuan, who was also wearing a loose nightgown, was wiping her hair with a towel.

The heart that was hanging in his throat dropped instantly, and Shang Manyue burst into tears, "Zhuyuan, why are you here? Were you with me last night?"

"Why not?"

Jiang Yuan sat on the bed, clenched his hands into fists and hit her waist, "You know how much trouble you make when you are drunk? In order to take care of you last night, you even left my waist."

Shang Manyue also knew that his wine was... quite average.

She still remembers the time she got drunk in front of Huo Jingbo and insisted on dragging him to do drunken boxing together, which became one of her dark histories.

So she was very restrained and didn't let herself get drunk easily to avoid embarrassment. If she hadn't been stimulated yesterday, she wouldn't have indulged.

Shang Manyue slapped Jiang Yuan on the shoulder, "Sister, luckily it's you, otherwise if I did something morally corrupt, how would I go out to meet people."

Jiang Yuan clicked his tongue and laughed, "You think you didn't do it?"

"!!"

Jiang Yuan threw the towel aside, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at her without words, "It was Brother Xian who found you sleeping on a chair on the roadside. He wanted to send you home, but you went crazy with him and treated Jing Bo All my grievances were vented on him."

"Finally, you were tired and calmed down. On the way to take you home, he suddenly started making trouble again, shouting that Huo Jingbo didn't even go home. Why should you go home obediently? You also need to find a little fresh meat. Chic, give him a cuckold."

It's not scary to be drunk and crazy. What's scary is that someone can help you remember it.

Shang Manyue swallowed hard several times before she could organize her words, "Then...I dragged Dr. Gu to book a room?"

"I don't know about this party. Brother Xianzhi skipped it, and it was probably too hard to talk about it. Then Brother Xianzhi called me and asked me to come and take care of you."

Shang Manyue fell back on the bed, her waterfall-like black hair covering the bed, making her little face look paler.

"Wouldn't that be embarrassing for me?"

Jiang Yuan nodded, "I'm afraid so."

"I don't want to live anymore. Please help me find a piece of land to loosen the soil and bury me." Shang Manyue has no love left.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuan saw her pull up again and comforted: "Fortunately, it's brother Xian. He won't talk nonsense and will definitely keep it a secret for you. Don't worry, face pick-up can still be used."

Shang Manyue could only force himself to cheer up, get up and wash up.

Jiang Yuan still had to go to work, but Shang Manyue didn't let her see her off, so he called a car back to Manyue Bay.

On the way, she looked at her phone and hesitated several times, but she still didn't have the courage to talk to Gu Xianzhi. It was not only embarrassing, but also humiliating. She didn't know how to face Dr. Gu.

Forget it, let her take it easy first.

When she returned to the villa, she walked in absentmindedly. The hangover made her head tingle all the time. She probably hadn't slept enough, so she was going to go back to the room to catch up on her sleep.

From the sofa in the living room, a low scolding voice suddenly sounded, "Shang Manyue, are you willing to come back?!"

Shang Manyue's footsteps suddenly stopped.

She subconsciously followed the sound and looked over, and saw Huo Jingbo's face as black as the bottom of a pot, and his whole body was filled with deep anger.

Shang Manyue blinked sluggishly a few times, and then his wandering consciousness suddenly returned.

She laughed angrily. This was clearly her line. She was trying to take advantage of this, right?

Huo Jingbo walked over in a few steps, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with coldness, "Where have you been?"

Shang Manyue met his gaze, lightly opened her red lips, and gave him four words, "It's none of your business!"

"Shang Manyue!" Huo Jingbo's face became even more ugly, "Our contract stipulates that we are not allowed to stay out at night. What if we are photographed?"

It's a contract, right?

Shang Manyue laughed angrily, "The contract also stipulates that we should act as a loving couple, so why weren't you afraid of being photographed when you slapped me in the face for Jiang Xiaosan at the wedding banquet?"

"Mr. Huo, if you have such double standards, you will be punished!"

Huo Jingbo frowned and emphasized, "I didn't mean to slap you in the face, it was just that she was in an emergency situation at the time..."

After appeasing the mistress, he came to her to quibble again. He was quite good at playing.

Shang Manyue didn't want to hear about the bad things between him and Jiang Xiaosan anymore, so as not to dirty his ears.

She interrupted him, "Mr. Huo, I overstepped the bounds yesterday. You are right. You spend the money and I do the work. You don't need to explain anything to me, whether you are sending her to the hospital or booking a room with her. "

Speaking of this, she half-smiled, "I couldn't care less about you when I was your wife. I'm about to get divorced and break up. As my ex-wife, I don't even need to care about you."

Although Shang Manyue pretended to be generous and virtuous in the past, in fact every time she saw some women around him, she would secretly play tricks on her.

At that time, Huo Jingbo thought she was annoying, pretentious, and pretentious.

Now that he saw her being cold and indifferent, having nothing to do with him, and clearly drawing a clear line between her and him, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. He even felt that her pretentious appearance before was better.

So much so that he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Shang Manyue, you are quite virtuous."

Shang Manyue's expression remained unchanged, "Thank you for the compliment."

After saying that, she was too lazy to talk to him anymore, bumped into his shoulder, and went directly upstairs to her room.

Last night, her phone shut down automatically when it ran out of battery. She found the charging cable and plugged it in. As soon as she turned it on, a call came in.

Seeing the caller ID, Shang Manyue answered quickly, his voice brisk, "Grandma."

"It's a full moon. It will be your parents' death anniversary in a few days. Will you come back this year?" Mrs. Shang's voice was as kind and gentle as ever.

"Of course."

"So this year, will my uncle be free to accompany you back?"

The smile on Shang Manyue's lips froze for an instant.