Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

Dongfang Mo was busy with some things last night, so he didn't have much rest for almost the whole night. He didn't close his eyes until after three o'clock in the morning in the lounge outside the secret room.

Originally wanted to have a good sleep, who knew that at six in the morning, he was awakened by a violent knock on the door, so he got up from the sofa very unhappy, and then growled out of the door very impatiently :"What's up?"

"Young master, Yan Ru is here," Uncle Liu's voice came from outside the door: "She came to ask you for her child Yan Feiyu."

"Understood, tell her to wait for me on the second floor of Meiyuan," Dongfang Mo replied, then quickly turned and walked to the dressing room next to her to change.

After hearing Uncle Liu's words, Yan Ru frowned instinctively. Uncle Liu asked her to wait for Dongfang Mo in the room on the second floor of Meiyuan. It seems that Dongfang Mo really knew that she was the former Xi Muru, not Xi Muxue.

Although he was so puzzled in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, then nodded, thanked Uncle Liu softly, then turned and walked towards Meiyuan.

She was sent here by Park Zhizhi's yacht. Because she had no documents, she took an unconventional route. Fortunately, Pu Zhizhi was familiar with the road, so she was sent to Binhai soon.

Meiyuan is very quiet, presumably no one usually lives there. When she walked in, there were still paint brushes and papers that Dongfangmo bought for her when she came here last month in the lobby on the first floor.

I took a look at these things, and then quickly walked towards the second floor. The room on the second floor was very deserted. It was obvious that no one had lived in it for a long time.

The quilt and pillows she had used last month were still on the bed, obviously no one came to pick them up, so she walked in naturally, then sat down on the sofa and waited for Dongfang Mo.

Fortunately, it didn't take long. In less than 10 minutes, heavy footsteps came from the stairwell outside the door. It was obvious that Dongfang Mo had arrived.

Sure enough, it was Dongfang Mo. When she turned her head when she heard the sound of the door being pushed open, she had already seen Dongfang Mo walking in. She frowned instinctively, and then quickly asked, "Where is Little Feather? You put her Where did you hide it?"

"Is your daughter my seed?" Dongfang Mo asked without answering, and quickly approached her side with a cold and dignified expression.

"I asked you where you hid my daughter?" Yan Ru asked again in great annoyance. Looking at Dongfang Mo who was approaching her, she stood up and backed away involuntarily. Angry.

Dongfang Mo approached the woman who was constantly retreating step by step, and soon pushed Yan Ru to the corner, so he supported the wall with his hands and pressed her against the wall, and his deep voice sounded suspiciously: "Yan Ru, let me ask you, is your daughter my seed?"

Yan Ru was instinctively taken aback when he heard his words, and then a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Dongfang, are you sure you have this ability?"

Dongfang Mo's originally icy face was instantly as dark as before a storm, and then he growled fiercely: "Girl, let's try it now!"

The moment the words fell, the hand supporting the wall has been tightened quickly, holding the woman who was approaching the corner of the wall in his arms, and the thin lips with anger pressed against the slightly dry lips. go up.