Dote on the wife first: President, love after marriage!

Chapter 85 Cruel Facts

The angry iron arm pulled me back when I just turned around, and the slightly calloused big hand wiped my lips fiercely, as if trying to peel off a layer of skin alive.

There was a faint smell of blood in my nose, my delicate lips were burning with pain, my face was tightly wrinkled together in pain, and I was struggling hard.

"Jiang Moyan, what are you doing!"

Tears dripped from his eyes for his unreasonable torture.

The movement of Jiang Moyan's hands stopped suddenly, his scarlet eyes stared at the tears on the back of his hand, his face changed slightly, he glanced at me with complicated emotions, bent over to take off my shoes, and dragged me into the bathroom .

With the sound of gurgling water, he held my head with one hand, and kept patting my face with the other hand soaked in water. In the clean sink, the foundation and mascara that An Qinger helped me apply were washed away by the rapid flow of water. .

As long as I struggled, my head would be pushed back to its original place by him, and my face was almost numb after being photographed. I couldn't tell whether there were tears on my face or water, and my neck was sore. I gritted my teeth and closed my sore eyes, screaming out Voice: "Jiang Moyan, you don't like my makeup, I just wash it off, why do you have to torture me like this!"

The movement of his hands didn't stop, until the water in the sink was clean without a trace of dirt, he let go of his hand, pulled out a towel to help me wipe the water off my face.

Holding my breath in my heart, I turned my head extremely uncooperatively, the big hand that had just left fixed my head again, the rough movement gradually became gentle, and the towel was transferred from my face to my hair.

His movements became gentler, and the anger in my heart became more and more violent. I hugged his hand resting on my hair with both hands, "I now absolutely believe that you have a history of mental illness!"

Jiang Moyan easily dissipated the strength in my hand, and continued to move in a leisurely manner. I felt a deep sense of powerlessness towards Jiang Moyan like this, and there was a faint pain in my lower abdomen. I dare not continue to let my anger accumulate. Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

"Mo Yan, why are you so slow. Hurry up, the Mu family has already arrived at the hotel." An Qing'er knocked on the door anxiously.

"Get out!" The thin lips moved lightly, the voice was not loud but full of coldness.

The knock on the door stopped suddenly, and it took a while before it rang again, "Mo Yan, I know that you have problems with the Mu family because of the wedding, but you also know that we are still relying on them at this stage... "

"You don't want me to ruin the engagement banquet, get out of here immediately!"

Jiang Moyan with a dark face was still gentle in his hands.

I sighed helplessly, the man in front of me had a changeable personality, so deep that I couldn't figure out any of his thoughts.I admit, I'm afraid of him, even to the bone.

Throwing away the towel, Jiang Moyan stretched out his hand and tugged at my chest, "I knew Mu Beichuan would be there, so did I dress like this on purpose?" After Yuluo, he exerted force directly, and there was a thud, and the sound of the cloth breaking through the eardrum.

The coldness spread from the bare soles of my whole body, I wanted to cover my chest, but felt that it was unnecessary, so I withdrew my raised hand, and looked directly at Jiang Moyan's eyes that were much colder than Sanjiu Hantian's.

"All your vows are useless. If I, Song Xiaoxi, believe in you again in the future, I will be a complete fool!" I pulled back the completely torn clothes in his hand and threw them into the trash can, "If your mother goes crazy later, Remember to tell her that the clothes were torn by you."

In order not to annoy him again, I found out the long bohemian dress he helped me choose in the department store last time. A different kind of elegance.

During this process, Jiang Moyan stood in front of me without saying a word, and his eyes never left my body. There was a sharp pain in my abdomen, and I bent over and paused lightly.

Jiang Moyan squatted down and gently moved his big hands to help me tie my shoelaces.

I couldn't complain about him anymore, and after a brief glance at him, I quickly left the room and went straight to the front door of the Maybach.

He pressed the door just as he opened it, "Sit in the back."

I stood still, Qifeng in the driver's seat lowered the window, his facial features wrinkled together.

"Ma'am, the co-pilot is not safe, you still..."

The rest of Qifeng's words were swallowed by Jiang Moyan's cold gaze. Jiang Moyan didn't give me any time to be willful, and hugged me into the back seat.

Qianhua Hotel is the top five-star hotel in Wencheng. The main building is more than ten meters higher than the surrounding buildings. The lightning rod on the top floor seems to go straight into the sky. The lights are bright at night, and the guests coming in and out are either elegant or dignified.

The car had just driven into the hotel, and the parking boy hurried over. I, who had never stepped into such a high-end hotel, felt restless when I thought of facing those so-called Wencheng dignitaries.

Jiang Moyan saw my hesitation, and retracted the hands around my waist, and ordered: "Stay by my side after you go in."

I snorted coldly in my heart, and secretly made up my mind that in order for you to find no reason to hurt me, after entering, I must not leave your sight for a second.

In the huge private room on the second floor, as soon as the door opened, under the cold crystal light, more than a dozen people with different complexions looked at us one after another. The other side faces a group of people with critical eyes.

"Mr. Jiang is really a busy man. He can be late even for important events related to the happiness of his sister. He should be punished." The man who spoke was wearing a white casual suit. Zhang Xiang and Mu Beichuan had four similarities in age. Longer, with gentle brows, but his tone is unflattering, full of irony.

Jiang Moyan didn't react much, he nodded to the elders present, hugged me and sat down on the empty seat next to Mu Beichuan, "No matter how busy you are, Second Young Master Mu is not as busy."

"It's worth my work. At least I have 20.00% of Wenyang's shares. Mr. Jiang is different. If I were you, I would definitely slow down my work, so I wouldn't be so stupid as to work hard for others. In the end For a meager salary."

Yu Luo, apart from Jiang Moyan, the expressions of all the Jiang family members who were sitting here turned pale in an instant. If An Qinger, who had always been impatient, hadn't been suppressed by her grandma, she would have slapped the table.

From their secret battle, which was getting more intense, I guessed that Jiang Moyan's life in Jiang's family was not good, and he didn't even have any status at all.

"Everyone has their own aspirations, and Second Young Master Mu's outlook on life can't adapt to everyone." Jiang Moyan smirked with an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth, holding up the water in front of him.

"Hehe...that's right, you can't be stubborn there, but it depends on how you choose."

After Mu Ershao finished speaking, his smiling eyes passed over me, and I hardly noticed that I frowned, Jiang Moyan's hand that had never left my waist suddenly tightened, and the knuckles of the hand holding the cup began to turn white, peach blossoms Eyes narrowed dangerously, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became tense.

"Ahem..." A majestic cough broke the deadlock, "Mo Yan, this kid from Beihai is used to being the same as his two brothers at home, and he speaks freely, so don't take what you say to your heart .”

Jiang Moyan nodded, and grandma smoothed things over, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was quite harmonious.

From their subsequent greetings, I learned that the elder who spoke just now was Mu Beichuan's father, Mu Ang, and that the one sitting next to Jiang Linlin with his head bowed and drinking was Young Master Mu, Linlin's fiancé. I couldn't help but read more He has two eyes, his hair is slightly long, and the broken hair in front reaches his eyebrows. Even for such an important party, he is not trimmed, and his facial features are good, but he exudes a decadent atmosphere.

While my thoughts were still on Young Master Mu, a crystal dumpling suddenly appeared on the disk in front of me, "Try it, the crystal dumpling from Qianhua Hotel is the most authentic in Wencheng."

All of a sudden, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at me at random, either probing or puzzled or angry.

My hand holding the chopsticks froze, and I stared at the dumpling with lowered eyelids, as if I regarded him as Mu Beichuan, who was afraid of chaos in the world, and vowed to stare him out of a hole.

After a while, the dumplings that gathered my hatred were snatched away by Jiang Moyan, "I will take care of my own wife, so don't let San Shao do it for me. If you are really in a hurry, it would be better to care more about your fiancee."

The suggestive words made Mu's elders look ugly, especially Mu Ang.

Young Master Mu, who was drinking, looked up at me and then at his younger brother, raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass, "Eat slowly, I'll go back first."

"Beiyang...Beiyang..."

Mu Beichuan's mother, Di Han, got up and chased her out. Two or three minutes later, she came back with a slightly embarrassed face, sat beside Linlin and held her hand, signaling her not to worry.

The atmosphere at the dinner table fell into a stalemate with Mu Beiyang's departure. I don't care what they think, and I eat and drink what I should eat.

Until the plate of fish on the table was turned in front of me, the fishy smell seemed to pass through, and my stomach began to churn violently.

I quickly covered my mouth and ran outside, lying on the sink, as if I wanted to vomit out my stomach to be reconciled, and finally felt that there was nothing to vomit out of my uncomfortable stomach, so I turned around and leaned against the wall weakly.

There was a muffled humming sound coming from outside the bathroom.

"Jiang Moyan, you are a fucking bastard. In order to return to Jiang's house, you sent your own sister to Mu's house, and even risked making her conceive a child. Don't you know that you can use her body to give birth to a child forcibly?" How dangerous will it be!"

Mu Beichuan's angry voice stopped my hand pulling the door, and my foot was still on the spot.

"How much do you think you are better than me! If you hadn't betrayed me, would I have been forced to the desperation today! Also, isn't it because you deliberately approach her because she has a personality like Shutong!"

"Isn't that why you married her!"

Accusing roars came into my ears continuously along with muffled groans, and my heart ached. I wiped my cool face, and my hands were already covered with tears. I was powerless to lean against the wall. It took a long time to calm down, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and opened the door forcefully.

(End of this chapter)