Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

The door of Fu Mu Zhong's house was kicked out from outside by thin night.

When the two men looked up, they did not expect each other to appear in each other's field of vision.

Thin night didn't think much about it. He grabbed Fu Muzhong's collar and put his whole person back straight against the wall.

A pair of sharp eyes so fixed on him, the man cold voice, regardless of the past feelings, "you also want to die, right?"

"Looking for death?" Fu Mu finally hook lips to smile, "interesting. It turns out that the relationship with Tang poetry is to seek death? "

Thin night's angry face was beautiful and pressing, and he held back what he wanted to say. Then he let go of Fu mu. Both of them gasped for breath. It was obvious that they were suppressing their emotions.

Thin night spent a lot of effort to say, "where is she?"

"Bathroom."

Fu Mu eventually is thin night a step to calm down, "she was Xu Xiaotian drugged."

"I know." Thin night directly strides toward the bathroom on the second floor of Fu Mu's home, "I will find out Xu Xiaotian's account myself."

After that, she opened the door of the bathroom and saw Tang poetry hanging on the edge of the bathtub. When she saw someone coming, she raised her head. Her white face had already been dyed pink with drugs, which was undoubtedly tempting.

Think of her before this picture is seen by Fu Muzhong, thin night in the heart has an uncontrollable anger.

He took the bath towel from the shelf next to her, and then wrapped her up directly. He held her wet body out of the water. Tang poetry put her head on thin night's chest, and she murmured unconsciously, "thin night..."

Although the sound was small, it was like a heavy hammer pounding hard on his heart, as if the psychological defense collapsed. Knowing that she was confused, Bo Ye still responded.

He said, "well."

When he came out with Tang poetry in his arms, he passed Fu Muzhong standing outside the bathroom. His eyes narrowed slightly and his subconscious fingers tightened. He still said to Fu Muzhong, "thank you for your help."

"Oh." Fu Mu finally hook lips smile, for thin night's defense turned a blind eye, "I'm not to help you, I'm just for Tang poetry."

"I feel honored that you value my ex-wife so much."

Thin night sneers even more, the demon's face with a chill, Fu Mu finally know his hostility, frown and ask, "thin night, brother don't want to do it, right?"

"It depends on what you mean."

Thin night hugged the woman in her arms. When she raised her head, her sharp and beautiful eyes crossed with a trace of forest. "I warn you, don't hand to those who shouldn't have done it."

"You are very generous." Fu Muzhong then laughed, "your ex-wife and you have been divorced, why do you still cling to it? If you admit that you are in love with Tang poetry, I don't mind a fair contest with you. "

"I mind."

Thin night eyes suddenly squint, clearly is smiling, but the tone is grim, "you don't deserve."

After that, he left Fu Muzhong's home with Tang poetry in his arms. When the man left, he was tall and straight. Fu Mu finally stared at the back of Bo Ye's going out for a long time, then he took back his eyes and gave a strong sneer.

"Boring."

Fu Mu finally took out his mobile phone and skillfully dialed a number, "Hello, it's me. I want to find out what Tang poetry experienced five years ago And where are their parents now? "