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Ou Zeye, who received the WeChat message, frowned.
At the eldest nephew's house?
He suddenly hooked his lips, a wicked smile rippling on his face.
Thinking that Tong Xiaoman doesn't know many people, this elder nephew must be referring to Mo Yiang.
If Tong Xiaoman didn't know her identity, how could she know the relationship between Mo Yiang and herself?
In other words, she said she wanted a divorce when she knew in advance that she had cheated on her by pretending to be another man.
It must be so!
Ou Zeye ignored the WeChat message, but went out directly, got in the car and went straight to Mo Yiang's house.
Diamond Hill Villa Area
It was already late at night, and the lights of other houses had been turned off, but Mo Yiang, Villa No. 6, was still brightly lit.
Tong Xiaoman still held the feather duster in his hand, but the feathers were almost gone, leaving only a bare commander, and the whole room was full of feathers.
She took a breath, and fought Mo Yiang for the second round, and she still won the game.
Mo Yiang stood five meters away from her.
"I said Xiaoman, I've already apologized to you, isn't that okay? I'm also a victim, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Tong Xiaoman raised his head.
"Are you a victim? Are you ashamed to say that you are a victim? Well, tell me, where did you suffer?"
"I¡ª¡ª"
Mo Yiang is also helpless, Tong Xiaoman, Tong Xiaoman, are you stupid?
It's so obvious, can't you see it?
He pointed to the wound on his body, "You beat me like this, am I not a victim?"
"you deserve it!"
Tong Xiaoman picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it towards Mo Yiang, who caught it directly.
Tong Xiaoman's anger is still there!
I'm afraid it can't be eliminated.
"It's so late, otherwise you can sleep here, aren't you sleepy?" Mo Yiang asked cautiously.
"Sleepy you, sleepy!"
"I am sleepy¡¡"
Tong Xiaoman smirked, "Why don't I refresh you!"
With that said, she raised the feather duster in her hand!
"Don't, don't, I'm not sleepy, I'm very energetic now, very energetic!"
Tong Xiaoman glanced at him, and really felt angry when he saw him.
She suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Where's my phone, Heitu?"
When Mo Yiang heard this and started calling herself Black Earth again, she probably should have calmed down a bit, otherwise, she would have called him Mo Yiang.
"You just sent WeChat."
Tong Xiaoman recalled carefully, it seems that someone sent a WeChat message just now.
"Yeah, what did I post?"
"How do I know what you posted?"
Mo Yiang looked around and found the mobile phone on the shoe cabinet at the door, walked over and picked it up.
"Bring it to me quickly!"
Mo Yiang walked two meters closer, stopped, and carefully threw the phone on the sofa.
He was still worried about being so close to her.
At this moment, the doorbell rang.
"Who is it so late? Xiaoman, could it be that the two of us were too intense and made the neighbors unhappy?"
With that said, Mo Yiang walked towards the door, when he saw someone coming through the cat's eye.
"Little, little, uncle"
"Small what?" Tong Xiaoman was opening the lock with his head down to see what he had just posted.
"My uncle!" Mo Yiang immediately turned around and looked at Tong Xiaoman in horror.
Tong Xiaoman also turned on her phone at this time, and saw the WeChat message she had just sent to her husband.
At the eldest nephew's house.
She immediately took a picture of her head with her mobile phone!
Oops, it's been revealed!
"What should I do?" Mo Yiang was so frightened that his legs began to weaken, "You can hide upstairs!"
"Why are you hiding? I told him that I am here!"
"Huh? Tong Xiaoman, why do you want to kill me?"
Tong Xiaoman was very calm, "If you come, please be safe, open the door."
At this time, the doorbell rang again in a hurry.
"Mo Yiang! I counted to three¡ª¡ª¡±
Mo Yiang opened the door quickly, the speed was so amazing that even Tong Xiaoman was stunned.
"Uncledo you have anything to do with me in the middle of the night?"
Tong Xiaoman looked at Mo Yiang at the door, and finally knew what Feng Qian was talking about.
Ou Zeye took a look at Mo Yiang, pushed him away, and walked in with his long legs.
The scene in the living room really shocked him.
The chairs are tilted here and there, half of the paintings on the wall have fallen off, magazines are scattered all over the floor, and the most important thing is that the chicken feathers here really steal the spotlight!
How intense is this!
Ou Zeye looked at Tong Xiaoman who was sitting on the sofa, Tong Xiaoman was very calm, leaning on the sofa.
"Hey, which gust of wind brought you here? However, I'm curious, should I call you a duck now, or should I call you Mr. Ou, or should I call you your husband?"
Tong Xiaoman was very angry, so she was naturally not angry.
Ou Zeye sneered, did not speak, but walked towards Tong Xiaoman with strides.
Mo Yiang immediately closed the door, no one will be killed here today, right?
Ou Zeye walked up to Tong Xiaoman, bent down, and lifted Tong Xiaoman's chin.
There was a dazzling light in his eyes.
"Just call me husband."
Pfft¡ª¡ª
Tong Xiaoman was so overwhelmed that her internal injuries were about to come out!
She had never seen such a thick-skinned man with long eyes, she raised her hand and took Ou Zeye's hand away.
"Please respect yourself!"
"Self-respect? You and I, husband and wife, have been sharing the same bed for some time. What are you talking about about self-respect? Hmm?"
"you¡ª¡ª"
"Why isn't what I said the truth?"
Tong Xiaoman was speechless.
Seeing the two people's swords were on the verge of breaking out, Mo Yiang immediately stepped forward.
"Uncle, calm down, Xiaoman actually has no other intentions, she just got a little angry when she found out about it"
He was really afraid that his uncle's temper would strangle Tong Xiaoman to death.
Tong Xiaoman's thin neck can't bear it!
"I'm talking to your little aunt, why do you, a junior, interrupt?"
Ou Zeye didn't even look at Mo Yiang.
Tong Xiaoman glared at him instead, "I know you can help me at this moment, what did you do earlier!"
Mo Yiang wanted to cry but had no tears.
Well, his mouth is cheap, he didn't say anything.
When Ou Zeye looked down and saw the feather duster without chicken feathers on the ground, he immediately hooked the corners of his lips.
"Come here to teach your nephew a lesson, madam, do you need my help?"
Mo Yiang's eyes widened suddenly.
Who did he provoke?
Has my brother's conscience been eaten by a dog? He concealed the facts for him, so that Tong Xiaoman beat him violently!
Now he actually wants to help Tong Xiaoman beat himself up? !
Tong Xiaoman glanced at Mo Yiang, this kid was so frightened that his legs were trembling.
This is how much persecution I have suffered from this uncle before¡ª¡ª
She's already beaten him up pretty badly, so forget it.
"unnecessary!"
Ou Zeye raised his eyebrows.
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