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Chapter 112 Push him to another woman

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    In the evening, neither Mark Tingchen nor Mourning returned to Mu's house, Wen Yan still should go to bed.

    At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Mama Liu couldn't bear it any longer. She went into the room and woke her up: "Are you still in the mood to sleep? Having Jiang Yanyan is not enough, you have to push your man into the arms of other women, right?"  ? The young master and Mourning are not back now, so you are not worried?"

    Wen Yan said in a muffled voice: "Do whatever you want, can I control it?"

    Liu Ma handed her mobile phone to her: "Here, call! If the young master doesn't come back, you can sleep but I can't sleep! Let me tell you this, as long as you are Mrs. Mu for a day, you have to put the young master  Your heart has been captured, it is for your own good, understand?"

    Wen Yan looked at the phone in silence for a while, then made the call.

    Unexpectedly, the call was connected in seconds. Mark Tingchen's voice was a little hoarse, and he couldn't hear the emotion: "Hello."

    She collected herself and asked, "When will you be back?"

    "Don't you want to see my face?" He asked back.

    "Whatever you want, Mama Liu asked me to call and ask." After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone directly.

    Mama Liu almost jumped up: "You silly girl! What a crime! I don't care!"

    Wen Yan lay down on his head. After Liu Ma went downstairs, she didn't move, but she didn't feel sleepy. Mark Tingchen went out with Mourning, are they still together now?  The lonely man and the widow are still together in the middle of the night what can they do?

    An untimely and weird picture appeared in her mind, she shook her head violently, she shouldn't care about these things, and she didn't like Mark Tingchen, it didn't matter who he slept with or who he slept with!

    I don't know how long it took, but in a daze, the sound of a car came from downstairs, and she woke up suddenly, it was Mark Tingchen who came back!

    She pretended to be asleep. Not long after, Mark Tingchen came back to the room, and there was the sound of Mourning talking to him. The two of them were really together all the time

    The first thing he did when he returned to the room was still to take a shower. Hearing the sound of splashing water, she felt an inexplicable surge of anger in her heart, which made her very uncomfortable.

    When Mark Tingchen came out of the bathroom, she lost her mind and asked, "What are you doing with her so late?"

    She was startled when she heard her own voice. Is she questioning him?  Why does it sound like a disgruntled wife complaining after her husband comes home late?  She should just be purely curious yes it can only be like this

    Mark Tingchen went to bed in his nightgown, and said in a flat tone, "I'm at the company, and she insists on following. She will come back after work."

    Her mind seemed to be suddenly emptied. In the past, let alone questioning, she didn't even dare to think about it. What made her even more unexpected was that he would answer, not as she expected. Either ignore her or come  "It's not up to you to manage my affairs".

    Mark Tingchen lay down with his back to her, and there was no more to say. She also turned her back silently. The frequency of her heart beating just now became very strange, so now she could feel her own strong heartbeat.

    The next day was Saturday. Mark Tingchen came back late last night and got up late, and had no plans to go out, so he sat on the bed and read a book after waking up.

    Wen Yan was able to sleep much better than him, and was woken up by the rapid ringing of her mobile phone. She picked up the phone in a daze, and Chen Mengyao's voice came from the receiver: "Xiaoyan, I found it, Shen Jie is in the center  In the hospital, there is nothing serious now, but the leg is broken, and the injury has been broken for a hundred days, and it will probably subside for a while, and it will not leave any sequelae if it recovers well, I am free today, do you want to visit together?"

    Hearing the sound of flipping a book beside him, Wen Yan's mind suddenly cleared up: "I can't go out, you know my current physical condition, just go and visit me, and give me a voice."

    Chen Mengyao was a little disappointed: "Okay then I have to ask him what's going on when I meet him. Why did such a good person get into a car accident? If it's really the people of the Gu family who did it, I can't spare them!"

    Wen Yan felt a little guilty, for Mu Tingchen: "Okay You can go quickly I haven't gotten up yet, so I'll hang up first."

    After hanging up the phone, she lay down for a while before getting up, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

    She has been lying on the bed a lot these days. Her hair is too long, and it was tied in a knot last night. She couldn¡¯t comb it out no matter how hard she combed it. She found the scissors and was about to do it. A big white and slender hand stopped her movement: "Give me the comb."  .¡±

    She was a little dazed, and subconsciously handed him the comb, not knowing when he came behind her.

    He combed it very carefully, and she didn't feel any pain. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, the two were in rare harmony. For a moment, sheIn a trance, he combed her hair when she was a child.

    It's ashamed to say that she didn't learn how to comb her hair when she was eight years old. Her father Wen Zhiyuan used to help her tie it up. After the plane crash, her hair was messed up all day long. When she entered Mu's house, Mo Tingchen couldn't see it.  Eyes, but I helped her comb it a few times, although every time it was a disgusted face.

    "Do you hate me?" she asked.

    "Hate." He said without thinking.

    "Oh." She said lightly.

    "After combing, let's go down to eat." Mark Mo Tingchen put down the comb and began to brush his teeth, without any emotion on his face.

    Wen Yan looked at him, and also looked at his hair. His hair quality is rare, black and smooth, and feels very good to the touch. Unfortunately, it is always kept very short. When she was a child, she wanted to tie him a little.  Thoughts, but never dared, because he was always fierce.

    "What are you looking at?" Mark Tingchen looked at her suspiciously and asked after brushing his teeth.

    "It's nothing." She pretended to be serious and turned around to go out, but she was a little flustered in her heart, afraid that those 'evil' little thoughts would be discovered by him.

    At the dining table, Madam Liu brought up the porridge that had been cooked early in the morning. Mo Tingchen didn't see Mourning and asked, "Where is Mourning?"

    Mama Liu replied casually: "I haven't woken up yet, why didn't I sleep through the night?"

    Mo Tingchen probably thought of Mourning's temperament, and smiled: "Maybe the jet lag hasn't reversed yet, so don't worry about her."

    At noon, Chen Mengyao called again. Wen Yan answered while avoiding Mu Tingchen, and his voice was very low: "What's wrong, Yaoyao?"

    Chen Mengyao said: "I went to see Shen Jie, and he said that someone hit him on purpose. The vehicle that caused the accident was a license plate, and it was a car that could almost be scrapped. The cost of crime is quite low. The person ran away.  Hold on. Even if it was done by the Gu family, there is no evidence, so I can only let it go, and I think I am unlucky. By the way, guess who else I saw in the hospital? "

    Wen Yan asked: "Who is it?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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