After the divorce, Feng Ye begged for reconciliation every day.

Chapter 163 Is a Walking ATM
Jiang Shaomo: "..."

Leave him speechless for a moment.

Madam doesn't have a mobile phone, so how can she contact Lord Feng?

"Go ahead."

He suddenly thought that there was a phone in the villa, and it would not be impossible for his wife to contact Lord Feng by phone after entering the villa.

"Okay."

Shi Moran nodded, and happily followed Jiang Shaomo, but he was thinking about what method to use to get the money as soon as possible.

As soon as she entered the villa, Shi Moran was shocked by what she saw. She thought that the decoration style outside was still enough for fairy tales, but she never thought that the interior would be more dreamy.

It was as if, accidentally breaking into a European-style castle, it took only a second to travel back to the romance and luxury of that century.

Candle lamps are hung on the copper-colored walls, giving the whole room a golden illusion.

Above her head, there is a huge crystal chandelier, and on the sky dome is a classic oil painting of European oil painting, a figure painted by the famous Raphael.

"Ma'am, don't you have something to talk to Lord Feng about, I'll help you get in touch with Lord Feng right now."

Putting the suitcase aside, Jiang Shaomo came to the sofa, picked up the phone and started typing Feng Yichen's phone number on the button.

Then he turned his head to look at Shi Moran who was looking around.

"Oh well."

Shi Moran came back to his senses, walked to Jiang Shaomo's side in a few steps, and took the phone from him.

As soon as he put the phone to his ear, he heard a very magnetic voice coming from the phone, which belonged to Feng Yichen.

"Hey."

"Hey, I'm Ranran."

Shi Moran smiled and played with the phone cord curling up with his fingers.

Feng Yichen paused slightly with the hand holding the pen, frowned, and glanced at the phone screen again.

Shown above is a landline.

"Why don't you call me on your phone?"

he asked.

"Ranran, I didn't bring my mobile phone to my new home."

Shi Moran sat down beside the sofa, pouted aggrievedly.

Feng Yichen: "..."

"Ranran, I want money, I want a lot of money."

Seeing that there was no sound from the other party, Shi Moran had no choice but to get straight to the point.

As long as she got the money, she would never bother Feng Yichen again.

Although he already knew the purpose of Shi Moran's call, seeing that she didn't even say a word of politeness and asked him for money directly, Feng Yichen felt somewhat uncomfortable.

In Shi Moran's eyes, is Feng Yichen just a walking cash machine?
"I'll have someone send it to you in a while."

He held his forehead helplessly, why didn't he realize that she had such a deep obsession with money before.

"Ok."

Shi Moran answered reluctantly.

Immediately, without giving Feng Yichen a chance to speak again, she put the phone back on the landline, and with a beep, the call between her and Feng Yichen was completely cut off.

Hearing the beeping sound coming from the phone, Feng Yichen took the phone away from his ear in disbelief.

Shi Moran, dare to hang up his phone?
No one has ever dared to do this except the old lady!
On the other side, Shi Moran looked around indifferently. When she was on the phone with Feng Yichen, Jiang Shaomo had already gone upstairs with her suitcase.

Getting up, she walked to the French window and looked up.

It is a large green grassland.

Great for camping outside.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are opened to both sides, and the fresh grass smells instantly.

The environment here, I have to say, is very good, and the air is very fresh.

"lady."

Jiang Shaomo's voice came from behind.

"Ok?"

Shi Moran turned to look at him.

"Would you like to go upstairs and have a look?"

Jiang Shaomo asked.

He put Shi Moran's luggage in the master bedroom.

"Okay, Ranran go and have a look."

Nodding her head, she jumped up and down towards the stairs.

Looking at Shi Moran's jumping back, Jiang Shaomo raised his hand and scratched his head inexplicably, it seemed that his wife was very happy?
However, if it were any normal woman...
Ahem, if she was a normal woman, how could she agree to divorce Lord Feng, and how could she be so impatient to move into a new home and leave Lord Feng.

This kind of unexpected and incomparably surprising thing will only happen to an extraordinary wife.

On the second floor, Shi Moran looked from room to room.

There are four very large rooms on the entire second floor, but the master bedroom is bigger than the other three.

Looking at the suitcase not far away, Shi Moran walked into the master bedroom.

This master bedroom is completely enlarged from the bedroom she used to live in in the Feng family villa.

Everywhere is covered with all kinds of plush toys.

It's like being in a toy world.

Then he picked up a pink cat plush doll, and Shi Moran sat by the bed.

Um, I have to say, Feng Yichen really has a heart.

However, her living here is only temporary.

Because, after Feng Yichen gave her the house, she was about to sell it.

What is she doing alone in such a big house?

Empty, a person looks very pitiful.

"Madam, the new servant has arrived. If you are not used to it, I can contact Aunt Guan for you."

After a while, Jiang Shaomo appeared at the door.

"No, Ranran don't care about Auntie."

Shi Moran quickly shook her head, if Aunt Guan came, she would still have to put on a show like before.

"OK, all right."

Jiang Shaomo didn't say anything else.

It can be seen that Madam seems to be very satisfied with everything here.

"When are you leaving?"

Shi Moran hugged the plush doll, put his chin on the top of the doll's head, and looked at Jiang Shaomo innocently.

Jiang Shaomo: "..."

Ma'am, is this driving him away and issuing an order to evict him?
"Ranran, I want to sleep."

After finishing speaking, Shi Moran ignored Jiang Shaomo at the door, and fell directly on the bed with his back to him, kicked his legs, and took off his shoes directly.

Then, like a puppy, he crawled to the head of the bed awkwardly, and got into the quilt.

Jiang Shaomo: "..."

After three seconds, he said slowly, "Then madam, please rest first, I won't bother you."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and closed the door.

He had just walked down the stairs a few steps when the phone in his pocket rang, and he quickly took out the phone.

"Father."

"How did she react?"

Feng Yichen's slightly tired voice came from the phone.

"Ma'am, I like this place very much."

Jiang Shaomo said truthfully.

"Ah."

Hearing Jiang Shaomo's answer, Feng Yichen was relieved a lot.

Everything in the villa is decorated according to his understanding of Shi Moran.

As long as she likes it.

It can be regarded as his little compensation for her.

"What is she doing now?"

He turned the pen in his hand and turned his head to look out the window.

Obviously, he and Shi Moran don't know each other very well, but at this moment, a picture of her jumping around happily like a bunny appeared in his mind.

(End of this chapter)