Yan Mu's face was cold, with some impatience: "I don't like to say the same thing twice." ”

Xiao Sang happened to bring the tea over, and noticed that the two people sitting opposite each other had a particularly dull atmosphere, and the hand that handed the tea couldn't help but tremble violently.

Yan Mu looked up, glanced at her visibly panicked face, and frowned for a moment.

This subtle reaction made Xiao Sang even more panicked, worried about whether it was tea or not, and asked cautiously.

"Do you need to change a cup of coffee for Miss Yan?"

Yan Mu turned his gaze indifferently to the man in front of him and responded, "No." ”

Jin Heng suppressed the anger in his stomach, and his voice was as calm as possible: "Xiao Sang, it's okay, go and rest." ”

"Good...... Okay, young master. The maid was relieved and hurriedly left the hall.

Jin Heng tried his best to restrain himself, with a non-negotiable tone: "I don't agree, that Du Yunqian has too many eyes, and he is the most ruthless and calculating." ”

Yan Mu's eyebrows became more and more impatient: "But as long as there is a man who is a little promising, who will not calculate a little." Which merchant has clean hands? ”

"Don't be foolish, that man is not suitable for you at all. ”

Yan Mu seemed to have heard a joke, and couldn't help but sneer: "It's not suitable?

Find a little white face who doesn't know the world, or live as a widow for the rest of your life abroad?"

Jin Heng couldn't hide his anger in the end, and roared in a low voice: "You have such a broken jar attitude now?"

Yan Mu got up: "I'm sorry, I just told you."

I want to introduce you to a suitable lawyer, not to ask for your opinion. Excuse me, I'm going back. ”

Jin Heng looked at the person who walked directly out of the door, and his anger surged upward, "You stop me!"

chased out the door all the time, and the people in front of him didn't mean to stop at all.

Jin Heng raised his voice: "Don't be angry with this kind of thing, my brother will take you abroad to find him, not to mention that he occasionally returns to China." ”

The steps in front of him suddenly stopped, and when he turned around, there was a completely indifferent smile on his face, and he reminded him.

"You may be mistaken, I'm twenty-seven, not seventeen. ”

"Rest early, brother, I'm leaving. ”

She didn't hesitate any longer, got in the car and left.

In the past few years, he has always been a man who does what he says, and the next day, Yan Mu contacted the court.

Within a few days, a court summons for divorce was quickly sent to the UK.

In London in the afternoon, the winter sun is warm and warm.

In the most expensive area, in the luxurious single-family villa, it is quiet at the moment.

On the huge frontyard lawn, a little boy in a mini suit is seriously tinkering with a limited-edition robot figure that has just arrived.

The fine sunlight casts a small soft shadow on the long eyelashes on that delicate little face.

After a doorbell, Uncle Zhou strode past the front yard from the villa and opened the door.

From the hands of a postman, he took a piece of mail from China.

The little boy who was still playing with himself just now didn't know when he had already arrived at his side, and his two big eyes were staring straight at the mail in Uncle Zhou's hand.

The voice was soft and glutinous, with a little cunning: "Grandpa Zhou, is this for my daddy?"

Uncle Zhou noticed the little guy's eyes, immediately vigilant, and subconsciously put the email behind him.

The voice was respectful but serious: "Little master, you can't look at this." ”

"Oh, okay. ”

Fu Xingyun didn't seem to be much interested, continued to fiddle with the robot figure in his hand, turned around and walked to the middle of the lawn.

Uncle Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go up the steps to report to the villa, when he suddenly realized that something quickly flashed behind him.

He secretly shouted that it was not good, and before he could come back to his senses, the mail that had been placed behind him had been ripped away.

The little guy opened the mail with great speed and took out the contents of it.

After a closer look, those extremely beautiful eyes flashed in an instant.

The smugness on his little face immediately turned into a huge surprise, and he ran into the villa with a shout.

"Mommy! it was sent by Mommy, with Mommy's name on it!"

Uncle Zhou was so anxious that he wanted to get the things back.

However, the little guy ran so fast that he couldn't catch it like a loach.

Uncle Zhou didn't dare to snatch it at all, so he could only follow in a hurry, watching the little figure quickly flash into the study.

In the study, a man of great stature is standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window to answer the phone.

The afternoon sun shone in, gilding him with a fine gold edge.

The man wears a black velvet shirt with three random buttons at the neckline.

Black trousers, wrapped in extremely slender long legs, with a strong and cold aura, like a high god's mansion.

It seems that he was unhappy because of the report on the phone, and at this moment, his face, which was so carefully carved that he couldn't find the slightest flaw, showed some cold impatience between his eyebrows.

When the door behind him was suddenly rudely opened, the impatience rose to its apex.

Turning around, there was a trace of great anger and murderous intent in his eyes, which seemed to foretell the fate of the intruder.

However, the moment he turned around, the indifference and anger around him dissipated in an instant.

It seems that he has changed into a person in an instant, and his eyebrows have turned into soft and indulgent.

He crouched down and picked up the little boy who had rushed straight into his arms.

Then he walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down, put the little guy on his lap, and said with a light reproach: "Do you want to stand again?"

The little one was evidently still immersed in great joy, and paid no heed to his rebuke.

Excitedly, he stretched out the piece of paper in front of his eyes and shook it, his voice raising very high.

"Daddy, look, it's Mommy's name! Mommy is coming to us?"

Fu Chen took the document and glanced at it, obviously stunned for a moment, and soon frowned.

The little one looked up with his head up, his big eyes full of anticipation, and looked at him with a stagger, waiting for him to confirm his guess.

Fu Chen spoke: "Who told you that the name on this is your mother's?"

The little guy was obviously too excited, and at this time, where could he hide the slightest thing, and he said it in one go.

"Aunt Qiao Yin told Xingyun once, Mommy's name is Yan Mu.

I've practiced both of these Chinese characters many times, Daddy, is Mommy really coming, why did she leave the nebula before?"

Fu Chen pressed his eyebrows a few times with a little headache, trying his best to restrain his emotions, "You only have your father, she is not your mother." ”

Nebula was his adopted child, and he was never married at all.

It's good now, a woman appeared out of nowhere, and she wanted to sue him for divorce, and said that she was the mother of his child.

Nonsensical to the extreme.