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

"Do you have to be so unreasonable?" Mu Yuan looked at him speechlessly.

"So what if you're unreasonable?" Li Chengye raised his eyebrows frivolously, and moved his gaze from her injured hand to her slightly irritated eyebrows, "I am reasonable."

"You're crazy." Mu Yuan said bluntly.

Li Chengye was not angry, and the corner of his mouth curled slightly: "When you are more capable, you can do the same. But unfortunately, you don't have such ability."

"I'm just telling you, not discussing with you. Anyway, I won't miss the professional courses in school." Mu Yuan looked out the window and faced him with the back of her head, full of stubbornness.

Li Chengye looked at her tough attitude and said with resentment: "..."

The car drove into the villa.

As soon as Mu Yuan got off the car, she saw Aunt Lai, the former live-in nanny, standing at the door to greet them. She walked towards them with a kind smile on her face: "Ms. Mu, Mr. Li."

Mu Yuan was a little surprised. Didn’t she say that Aunt Lai’s daughter-in-law was giving birth and she was taking annual leave to go home to take care of her? Why did she suddenly come back?

Aunt Lai saw Mu Yuan's expression and immediately explained respectfully: "Boss Li asked me to come back, but I've almost rested."

Mu Yuan glanced at the man next to her.

Li Chengye glanced at her and said sarcastically, "What can you do with your hands?"

Mu Yuan: “…”

After returning to the house, Mu Yuan went straight to the bedroom on the second floor.

Li Chengye explained some things to Aunt Lai in the living room and came up after a while.

Mu Yuan was packing her clothes in the cloakroom, preparing the things she would take with her to the small town for sketching later. Li Chenye came in and stood in the cloakroom looking at her.

Her left hand was bandaged, and she was not very agile in picking up things. She sat alone on the shoe stool, her lips pursed, with no expression on her face.

Her drooped brows were slightly blocked by the scattered hair on her forehead, and the faint light gently hit her face, making her whole person look particularly gentle.

But despite his looks, he is very stubborn and I don't know where he learned this temper.

Mu Yuan knew that Li Chenye was standing there, so she silently turned her body around, facing away from him, and quietly folded the clothes on her legs with one hand.

Li Chengye leaned against the door frame, looking at her back as she turned away deliberately. His eyes flashed subtly, and he felt angry and amused at the same time.

"Where did you learn the cold violence?"

Mu Yuan was concentrating on the movements of his hands when these words suddenly popped into his ears.

The sound is nice, and the content is hilarious.

Mu Yuan never thought that one day she would be accused of "cold violence" by Li Chengye.

Who is committing cold violence in this family?

I got angry for no reason and didn't go home for more than ten days. I sent him messages every day, but basically never received a reply.

How dare such a person accuse her of cold violence?

Mu Yuan ignored him.

Li Chengye was not impatient. He took out his phone, tapped the screen with his fingertips, and said, "Since you are so sincere in admitting your mistake, today's incident is over. How about buying you a bag to make up for the injury on your hand?"

"No need." Mu Yuan said coldly.

But Li Chengye seemed to be unable to understand what others were saying, or maybe he was a male chauvinist who only cared about his own feelings.

As for other people, he never cared.

When he was angry, no matter how nicely Mu Yuan tried to explain, he would not appreciate it.

When he calms down, he won't care whether other people are still sad or heartbroken.

His world revolves around him.

Li Chengye's hands were still moving, and he was sending a message to another assistant on his phone: [Buy a bag worth about 150,000 yuan, not too ugly, any brand.]

After the message was sent, Li Chengye glanced at Mu Yuan. He thought of something and added: [Choose someone that girls generally like.]

"I've already bought it." After sending the message, the man said to Mu Yuan.

Mu Yuan rolled his eyes at him: "I said, no need."

"If you don't want it, take it and destroy it yourself when it arrives. I'm not in the mood to clean up your mess."

Mu Yuan: ???

Day by day.

What are the words coming out of this man's mouth?

Li Chengye twisted the phone between his fingers, glanced at the clothes on her legs, and said coldly, "Don't clean it up. I've asked for leave for you."

Mu Yuan turned back suddenly: "What did you say?"

"I called the teacher of your course and asked for leave for you. You don't have to go to sketch. Just hand in the course assignments later. You won't fail the course, and you won't be asked to retake it."

Mu Yuan stood up angrily and said in a cold voice:

"Why do you interfere in my school's affairs? And if you do this, the teacher will know about our relationship."

"I don't stay in the dormitory every night, and my roommate has already become suspicious. Now you're calling my teacher?"

"The teacher of your life drawing class is a former student of the old lady, so she doesn't dare to say anything. Besides, it's reasonable for you to be kept by a man, and he won't think of getting married."

Hearing this, Mu Yuan was so angry that she threw the clothes in her hand at Li Chengye's face.

Li Chengye casually reached out and grabbed it, with an evil smile on his face: "You've become addicted to beating people recently, right?"

Mu Yuan glared at him and turned away irritably.

The more Li Chengye looked at her, the more he felt that she was like a kitten with angry fur. The key point was that she was not a fierce and ferocious overlord cat. She was a small kitten the size of a palm, and when she got angry, she had no deterrent power at all.

Moreover, with her petite body sitting on the shoe stool and her slightly bent back, she looked like a monkey.

It’s still that kind of golden monkey.

So cowardly.

For some reason, Li Chengye felt that Mu Yuan, when angry, was inexplicably energetic, particularly lively, and looked oddly cute.

Seeing her angry, he would inexplicably feel a little relieved, and as time went by, the anger was gone.

"It's hard enough to pack two sets of clothes, so there's no need to show off by painting. Life is long, so what if I don't paint for two weeks? Aunt Lai will be at home all the time, and she will take care of the rest. You just need to take good care of your injuries."

Mu Yuan sat there, thinking about what had happened in the past few days, and suddenly her heart felt sad. She bit her red lips and suppressed her emotions, but her eyes still couldn't help but become moist.

Why doesn't he respect anyone at all?

Why is he always so inexplicably hot and cold? One moment he's angry, the next he's happy?

But whether angry or happy.

He only cares about himself.

On the surface, it was to let her recuperate, but in reality, there was no respect for her wishes at all!

Earlier in the box, he used her mother's death as a metaphor to scare her? !

The more Mu Yuan thought about it, one thing after another, the sadder she became. She turned her head away, tears rolling uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

Li Chengye frowned immediately: "Why are you crying? I didn't scold you, nor did I hit you. I told you to stay at home and recover, and you're crying?"