Yan Murong was in an extremely unhappy mood, he was interrogated by the people of the national security two days ago, and now he was interrogated by Su Qingwu, so that even he himself suspected that he had done something unforgivable and hurtful.

"I burned down Zheng Wuming's bar." Yan Murong spread his hands and said. "That's it, I didn't do anything else."

"You burned Zheng Wuming's bar?" Su Qingwu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yan Murong in disbelief and said. "What did you just say? You burned down Zheng Wuming's bar? Which bar? Duckweed? ”

"Hmm." Yan Murong nodded, and a gleam suddenly appeared in his eyes. "What? Could it be that he has another bar? ”

"You burned his bar? Why? Su Qingwu asked incredulously.

"Isn't it normal for him to stab me back?" Yan Murong said disapprerovingly. "By the way, what did you just say?"

"Humph!"

At the mention of this, Su Qingwu's face immediately turned cold again, making Yan Murong sigh that the speed at which a woman changes her face is faster than the speed at which she changes her sanitary napkin when she comes to her aunt.

"I'm sure we're not talking about the same thing, but you'd better take a look at these things first." Su Qingwu snorted coldly, threw a courier envelope in front of Yan Murong, and said. "This is what I received this morning, look at it, don't tell me the man up there is not you."

"What's so nerve-wracking?" Yan Murong muttered, opened the envelope, and was dumbfounded when he saw a few photos inside.

Feelings for women are angry because of these photos?

Yan Murong smiled bitterly, indeed, the man in the photo is him, and there is a heroine by his side in every photo, including a photo of entering the hotel with Dong Wuyan when he was in the island country, and a photo of entering the hotel with Teng Xiangling when he was in Suzhou and Hangzhou - the only thing that all photos have in common is that they are all at the door of the hotel, and from the perspective of the photos, they are all taken secretly.

"That's why you're angry?" Yan Murong asked with a wry smile.

"What else? Isn't that enough to make me angry? Su Qingwu said with a cold face. I'm your wife, you're my husband, don't tell me that you go to the hotel with them to talk about life and ideals -- don't I even have the right to get angry? Or do I want to continue to encourage you to build a big harem and turn over the cards every night before going to bed? ”

There are three types of people in this world, men, women, and doctors.

Female doctors are not easy to mess with, but strong women among women are not easy to mess with, and strong women in jealousy are even more difficult to mess with.

Yan Murong has always felt that his eloquence is good enough, and ordinary people are not opponents compared to him quarreling and scolding the street, but now, listening to Su Qingwu spraying at him there, he can't say a word of rebuttal.

That's right, what Su Qingwu said was the truth, he did not go to the hotel to talk about life and ideals with others, but to study the structure of the human body.

"Didn't you already know this?" Yan Murong secretly glanced at Su Qingwu, who had a cold face, and said weakly.

"I know." Su Qingwu sneered. "I know, I know, but don't take my tolerance of you as your shameless capital, okay?"

"Here, keep looking."

As he spoke, Su Qingwu threw another stack of newspapers and said. "Take a good look, the shame has been thrown abroad-you are thick-skinned and don't care, but I care, look at these newspapers, now Quan Yan Kyoto knows that my Su Qingwu man is spending all day drinking, what do you want me to do?"

Looking at the newspaper in his hand, Yan Murong became angry.

"Huaxia Divine Doctor = Huaxin Divine Doctor" "The beautiful president of Huayuan Group marries the right 'wolf', or marries the wrong man? All kinds of maddening headlines caught Yan Murong's eyes, and what was even more maddening was that every report about him was on the front page, with clear content and conspicuous titles, so it was impossible not to make people notice.

"I'll use the computer." Yan Murong suddenly thought of something, and regardless of whether Su Qingwu wanted to or not, she pulled her up from the chair, and then opened the webpage and logged in to her Weibo.

"Sure enough." After looking at it for a while, Yan Murong smiled bitterly.

It doesn't matter what is reported in the newspaper, only Yanjing people know about it, and now there has been a heated discussion on Weibo, and all of a sudden, everyone across the country knows about it.

Looking at all kinds of discussions and abuse, Yan Murong felt helpless in his heart.

Zheng Wuming's methods have grown this time, Yan Murong thought, at least this is what he didn't expect.

The discussion on Weibo was intense, some questioned his character, some scolded him, and some yelled to block him, but there were also some who have been supporting him, like "Yan Murong is good, men should be like this" There are countless messages, and even more outrageous There are some brain-dead female fans who ask Yan Murong to accept her.

"This is something that Zheng Wuming came up with." Yan Murong looked at Su Qingwu, who was standing on the sidelines and watched coldly, and explained innocently.

"I know." Su Qingwu said. "But it's true."

“――”

Yan Murong was speechless. Yes, it's a fact, a fact that he can't argue.

The two were silent for a while before Yan Murong spoke. "Then you say, what do you want to do? If you don't cry, you don't make trouble, and you don't hang yourself, do you want a divorce? ”

"Hmph, you're beautiful." Su Qingwu sneered. "You have eaten and wiped clean, and you want to divorce me from a girl to a young woman? What's wrong? Divorced to fly with your lovers N Su N? - You can go in your dreams, not to mention the doors, there are no windows. ”

"And what do you want?" Yan Murong also lost his temper, it was indeed his fault, but Su Qingwu's attitude made him a little unbearable.

He doesn't have a manly mind, but he's not the kind of person who casually asks women to come and go.

"Will you let you leave them?"

“――”

"I knew you wouldn't." Seeing that Yan Murong was silent, Su Qingwu continued. "Since you don't want to, then I, as your wife, have the right to talk to them."

"Don't you make a fuss, okay?" Yan Murong said with a frown. "The more troublesome you are, the happier Zheng Wuming becomes."

"Not really. I'm a woman, and I have the right to make trouble. ”

"You-"

"What's wrong with me? Are you angry? Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong who was angry and said. What, you want to hit me? ”

"I-I'm a good man, I don't beat women." Yan Murong's face turned red before he could hold back such a sentence.

"But that doesn't mean I won't punish you."

After speaking, he pulled Su Qingwu and pressed her on the wide desk.

"Y-what are you going to do?" Su Qingwu was startled and struggled hard, but in front of Yan Murong, any struggle was in vain. His hands were firmly pressed on the table by Yan Murong, and he couldn't move for half a minute.

"What am I doing?" Yan Murong had the expression of a big bad wolf meeting a little white rabbit, laughed twice, and said. "I said I was going to punish you."

"This-this is the office."

"It doesn't matter the location!"