The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

At a restaurant, Feige and Wutang were eating boiled fish and braised chicken.

"Master, it's delicious, but a little spicy."

"Eating so much spicy food?"

Is it delicious?

"Master, are you really going to let this man go like this?"

"How can it be"

A serving of boiled fish and a plate of braised chicken made the two of us extremely happy.

After eating her fill and finishing her meal, Feige packed up another portion and put it in her spatial storage.

It's getting a bit hot walking down the street.

"Master, it's so hot! Let's go get some ice cream!"

"Walk"

Walk to the cold drink shop ahead,

"Master, I want that one."

"it is good"

Wu Tang drank a bowl of double-skin milk pudding, while Fei Ge ate ice cream.

"Master, this tastes delicious, would you like to try it?"

"it is good"

Feige tilted her head and took a sip of Wu Tang's double-skin milk pudding; her eyes lit up.

"Let's switch."

"If you don't change it," Wu Tang wouldn't have it, so Fei Ge went back and bought another one.

Wu Tang remained silent.

"Master, there's a stool over there."

The two walked over and sat down on the bench. The bench was under a tree, and the wind blowing through it made it especially cool.

I haven't finished my cold drink yet.

"Master, men are searching the whole world for you."

"Ok?"

"He hired a lot of special forces soldiers to find you."

"Wow, this is quite a big operation."

"Master, what do you intend to do?"

"To hell with him, do you think I'm that easy to find?"

Feige smiled.

"Master, they've arrived."

Feige looked up and saw a group of people rushing towards her, ready to grab her.

"Are you serious? Then I won't hold back."

Feige pulled Feige away and disappeared. The bodyguards stopped, rubbed their eyes, and...

"What happened? The person just suddenly disappeared,"

"Could it be a ghost?"

"Let's go, keep searching,"

……

When Feige and Wutang arrived at the villa, they saw the man smashing things. He was sitting in a wheelchair, and the floor was a mess.

"Wow, you've got quite a temper."

"Master, if you hadn't had such a temper, the original owner wouldn't have been beaten to death."

When the man saw Feige, his face lit up with a smile. "Wife, you're back!"

"Wife, how could you leave me?"

"Wife, please come back. I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"Wife, I love you. I couldn't control my temper. I'm sorry."

"Wife, please forgive me?"

……

The man kept rambling on and on, but Fei Ge didn't say a word. She scanned the villa but didn't find Xiao Baihua.

She guessed that the man had probably sent him away.

Feige remained still. Suddenly, a man pushed a wheelchair over, holding a pair of handcuffs, intending to cuff Feige. Feige reacted and scattered.

"Wife, please be a good girl, okay? Let me handcuff you, and I promise I won't hurt you again."

The man's eyes were bloodshot.

Feige was furious; she wanted to punch the man in front of her to death.

"You actually sent people to arrest me? Is the divorce certificate fake?" Feige asked loudly.

For a man, these words are like a feather gently brushing against his ear—a unique sensation.

"Honey, you love me, right? If you come back, I promise I'll change, okay?"

"Master, I'm speechless."

Feige walked to the stool next to her and sat down. She glanced at the villa; it was actually decorated quite simply.

The man was only smashing ordinary porcelain items, which suggests he didn't really care about women; it was just a psychological issue.

"Ugh, this is so annoying," Feige stood up.

She walked up to the man, and there were several large breast pockets.

"We're divorced. Don't bother me, okay? The old me is gone, and I'll never come back."

Feige disappeared as soon as she finished speaking.

The man realized what was happening.

No, no, no!

……