You don't agree to have a baby, and you're anxious and angry about the divorce

"Then come out and fight. I'm going to lock the door."

Mu Yuning: "..."

Mu Yuan opened the door, and Mu Yuning stared at her with a world-weary look.

Mu Yuan remained calm and was too lazy to talk to her, so he simply closed the door. Mu Yuning screamed and quickly opened the door and walked out.

Then he stared at Mu Yuan with his extremely world-weary eyes.

She lowered her voice, her tone like a venomous scorpion, and said in Mu Yuan's ear:

"Mu Yuan, let me tell you, don't think that I want Li Chenye's phone number because I want to steal your man. I don't want any man you've used before."

"Hmm."

"Besides, Li Chengye is not a good guy. He is a playboy and extremely dissolute. He is a thousand times different from my ideal lover."

"Yes, yes, yes." Mu Yuan agreed.

"The lover I need must be my soul mate, transcending all worldly matters. Just like my paintings, few people in this world can understand my paintings, and few people can understand my soul!"

"Hehehe."

"You are such a vulgar person who marries and sleeps with a man just for a few bucks. I will look down on you for the rest of my life. I want Li Chengye's phone number for the charity dinner and to pave the way for me to become a famous painter in the future, not to steal a man!"

"Good good."

"Don't think that I will follow him just because he has some wealth and looks good. I, Mu Yuning, don't like dirty men like him who have had thousands of people lick his baseball and hundreds of people sleep with his body!"

Hearing this, Mu Yuan's eyes widened slightly, he took out the key, and looked at Mu Yuning who was very close to him when he spoke: "Well, if you don't like it, then you don't like it. Can you please stop spitting on my face? You have a tongue piercing, and your mouth has always been a little smelly..."

“Mu Yuan!” Mu Yuning’s neck turned red with anger, and her eyes widened. “Do you want to die? Don’t think you are the Li family’s—”

"Mu Yuning, are you sure you want to yell like that?" Mu Yuanning stared at her coldly and lowered her voice. "They asked that some things not be made public. Don't take me with you even if you want to die."

Mu Yuning was speechless for a moment.

Mu Yuan no longer looked at her, locked the door, turned around and left.

Mu Yuning stared at her back, her mouth trembling slightly, her expression full of disdain and hatred. She hated that every time she talked to Mu Yuan, she was like cotton, invulnerable.

It was clearly her sudden appearance that destroyed his once happy family.

If she had not returned home at the age of sixteen, the entire Mu family would have belonged to her, Mu Yuning.

But once she comes back, there are one more mouths to feed and one more person in the house. How can anyone feel comfortable?

Do you think you’re great just because you married into the Li family?

After two years, you still have to roll back.

When Mu Yuning saw the phone number in her hand, the anger in her heart finally disappeared.

Forget it, my path to fame as a painter is more important. As for Mu Yuan, I will deal with her later!

Mu Yuning took a deep breath, walked to the end of the empty corridor, thought about her lines, prepared herself mentally, and then pressed the number on the note.

She was full of anticipation, her heartbeat quickened, but then: "Sorry, the number you dialed is busy..."

Mu Yuning rolled her eyes.

It’s so annoying, why am I on the phone?

Downstairs in the dormitory.

As night fell, a black Audi stopped in a parking space not far away. Fortunately, it was not very conspicuous. Mu Yuan walked over and prepared to sit in the passenger seat like last time.

As a result, Zhao Kun rolled down the car window and smiled politely: "Ms. Mu, please sit in the back."

Mu Yuan glanced at Li Chengye, who was holding his phone and resting with his eyes closed in the back row: "Oh, OK."

She sat in the back seat. The atmosphere in the car seemed a bit strange. She remembered that she had pissed someone off at the racing club at noon. Mu Yuan was tactful and didn't say much. She just sat quietly by the window.

The car started slowly and drove steadily out of the school. There was a wide distance between the two of them. Mu Yuan looked out the window. After a long while, he subconsciously picked up his phone to check the time.

The phone lit up, and Mu Yuan's eyes widened: "???"

The three big words "Li Chenye" ​​were still on the screen, and the seconds of the call duration were still ticking, so just now... did you not hang up the phone?

Mu Yuan thought he was dead.

At this time, the man next to him slowly opened his eyes.

The moment his black eyes looked at her, there seemed to be a black shadow of a python hovering behind him, spitting its tongue towards her sinisterly.

An extremely strange and oppressive force was slowly approaching.

Mu Yuan swallowed, silently hung up the phone, and smiled at him: "Mr. Li, you just..."

"Your sister speaks with great energy and every word is clear." He spoke word by word, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a ghost.

Zhao Kun in the front held his breath and dared not make a sound, because he had just heard it too.

Mu Yuan wanted to die: "...She is a patient, her words are irrelevant, don't take it seriously."

Don't care?

Ah.

There's nothing wrong with a dandy boy being extremely dissolute.

Say he's dirty? Say he's a baseball that's been licked by thousands of people, and a body that's been slept with by hundreds of people?

The key point is that someone has not even said a word of rebuttal and is still saying yes yes yes?!

"You, the Mu family, are really eye-opening."

A scheming, green tea sister and a talkative younger sister.

Li Chengye's eyes were captivating. "Do you really want to go to the charity dinner? Did you deliberately ask Ms. Qu to let me take you there, thinking that you can get some resources and meet a few more rich second-generations so that you can find a new employer?"

"I didn't say it on purpose. It was my mother who came to me and told me." Mu Yuan frowned slightly and looked at him.

"You think I will believe it?"

"Whatever you want." Mu Yuan retracted his gaze and said softly, "You won't believe anything I say anyway."

No need to waste your breath.

In the silence, Li Chengye's phone suddenly rang. It was his local address.

Mu Yuan felt it was Mu Yuning.

Li Chengye glared at him coldly, pressed the answer button and turned on the speakerphone.

Mu Yuning's polite voice came from the phone: "Hello, is this Mr. Li?"

"Ah."

"I'm Mu Yuning, you should remember me. I'm sorry to bother you."

"If you know you're disturbing me, don't call me. If you know it's embarrassing, just shut up."

"Remember to wipe your mouth before you speak next time. The Li family and the Mu family have no marriage relationship. Your sister can't even get close to them, and you still want to get close to them? There must be limits to your daydreaming!"

"We will not have any private dealings. I've said this before. If you don't want your factory to lose orders, you can try to keep my phone number and come to the charity dinner again!"

"If you're still mentally ill, hurry up and get yourself hospitalized. Don't let me see you. Otherwise, I'll talk to Mu Changyong and have him send you to the mental hospital himself!"

Li Chengye was filled with rage, and his words became even more venomous, with his voice as cold as a cellar in winter, which made people tremble with fear.