His Vengeful Ex-Wife

Bo Ye arrived at Fu's old house at 11:00 p.m., and Zheng Qiushui, Fu's mother, was sitting downstairs. Seeing Bo Ye coming, his mother cried with a smile, "ah ye, why do you want to come today?"

"Aunt, excuse me. I'll come to talk to ah Zhong about something in the evening."

Thin night also carries a smiling face to Fu Mu Zhong's mother, "is he upstairs?"

"Yes, yes. Do you want to go back in the evening? It's OK. Just live here. I'll call your mother. "

Zheng Qiushui seems to be recalling the past, "you haven't come to our home for a long time."

"Aunt, how long ago did you live in your house. We are not high school students. We can go back by ourselves at night. "

Bo ye came forward and handed Zheng Qiushui the present. "I'll come to see you more next time. My mother said I'll play mahjong with you when I'm free."

"Oh, ha ha."

Zheng Qiushui covered his mouth with a smile, and patted thin night's shoulder with another hand, "go up, you two get together again."

Bo Ye nodded his head and went straight upstairs. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened Fu Muzhong's door, a smell of wine came straight at him.

Thin night frowned, entered the room and quickly closed the door, "are you going to die? Don't worry about your mother pushing in, see? "

Fu Mu finally red eyes, "then you lock the door, I just forgot."

Thin night sighed a tone, a kick opened the wine bottle beside Fu Mu end, "do what?"? What happened recently? Did the stock lose millions or did the woman run away with others? "

Fu Muzhong didn't speak, just handed the wine bottle to Bo Ye.

Bo Ye sat down on the tatami with him, took the bottle he handed him, took a sip from his mouth, and hissed, "dying, white wine?"

Fu Mu's whole body seemed to have been emptied of his soul. After staring at Bo Ye's face for a long time, he said with a low smile, "Lao ye, I think I've been ill recently."

Bo Ye looked at his face and his heart suddenly gave out.

"Let me tell you, I wish I could strangle Tang poetry myself, but I can't bear it!"

Fu Mu finally threw the wine bottle on the ground. Unfortunately, it was tatami. The wine bottle was not broken, but it rolled away all the way.

Is it related to Tang poetry? Is Fu Mu really Interesting to Tang poetry?

He had always thought that he had only a temporary idea for Tang poetry, and it would fade after a long time, but he didn't expect that Tang poetry was the culprit for Fu Mu's decadence.

Thin night's eyes directly changed, just didn't say his own idea, changed a way to ask tentatively. "You What happened to her? "

"Ha ha." Fu Mu finally shook his head and laughed a few times. Then he stood up and took out a pile of photos from his desk and threw them in front of Bo Ye.

"See how cheap this woman is!"

When thin night's eyes touched those photos, suddenly it seemed to be stabbed, and then he drew back, "what's this?"

"My mother showed it to me before."

Fu Muzhong's voice trembled when he pointed to the photos. He seemed to be angry and his hand was shaking. "It's a picture of Tang Shi sleeping with other wild men! And it's not post synthetic! "

Bo Ye stood in the same place like thunder. At that moment, he didn't dare to reach for the stack of photos.

He was afraid that he would lose his mind when he saw the content in the photo. He was afraid!

Thin night's face became pale, "Tang poetry With other people? "

No, she is cruel, but he understands the pride of Tang poetry. She can't mess with others outside! Even if he insulted her at will, she would not do such a thing!

But Fu Mu finally pointed to the photos and laughed very hard. Every word he tried his best to say, "my mother gave it to me, or even I didn't know she could do such a thing. I think I've been cheated by a watch, but damn, I like her!"