Jun Mohan's serious expression made Chu Han feel uneasy. "You say."
"Did you make a warm phone call this morning?"
"No!"
"Have you looked for her?"
Chu Han hesitated and frowned, but Jun Mohan knew her expression.
His mother went to cause trouble for Wen Xin again.
His face darkened instantly, and his deep eyes exuded dissatisfaction.
"Mom, I told you not to cause trouble for Wen Xin, why didn't you listen?"
"Do you think our relationship isn't strained?"
Chu Han pushed Jun Mohan away, unhappy, "Did that bitch complain?"
"This vixen is really saying one thing to your face and another behind your back. She is such a jerk."
"Mom!" Jun Mohan growled, his eyes spitting fire, "She is my wife, your daughter-in-law, she is nothing."
"You keep saying things like 'a thing' and 'a vixen'. Have you ever thought about where you want me to be?"
"You yell at me!" Chu Han's eyes turned red, "You can yell at me anytime for that woman."
"I'm your mother."
"You are committing treason."
"She just doesn't deserve you."
Jun Mohan sneered, took off his suit jacket irritably, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and pulled off the disguised beard on his face.
He pointed his index finger at his face, "Mom, look carefully, the one in front of you is the Jun Mohan you said she is not worthy of."
"And now, with my beard and scars, I am the ugly one who is not worthy of her."
"She didn't dislike me, so why do you dislike her?"
Chu Han growled, "That's because you are handsome and rich, she just doesn't deserve you. I even suspect that she already knows that your ugliness is a disguise, and her goal is your property."
Jun Mohan was so angry that he laughed at the woman in front of him, and after the sneer he felt helpless.
"If you always think that I am handsome in my original appearance and she is not worthy of me, then fine, I will destroy this face."
"If I ruin this face, I want to see if Wen Xin will abandon me."
After saying this, he walked downstairs.
Hearing that he was going to disfigure his face, Chu Han was terrified and hurriedly followed him, pulling his arm.
Excitedly yelling, "What are you doing?"
"Don't be impulsive."
Jun Mohan shook off her hand, went straight downstairs and said to Aunt Fu who was tidying up downstairs: "Aunt Fu, give me the fruit knife at home."
"No," Chu Han ran down and screamed.
Aunt Fu and Uncle Fu looked at each other in fear.
Don't dare to go forward.
Jun Mohan went straight into the kitchen, took out a fruit knife and threatened Chu Han, "Don't you think she doesn't deserve my face?"
"Well, I destroyed it."
"From now on, I am just her husband, not your son Jun Mohan. If she leaves me because of my disfigured face."
"Then I think you are right. I come back to apologize."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, his sharp gaze was desperate, and the knife slashed towards his cheek.
"No! Master."
"Son, don't."
Chu Han rushed over, hugged his hands, and looked at his handsome face being cut by a knife, with blood flowing out, which was shocking.
She was so scared that she broke down and cried.
Uncle Fu took the opportunity to snatch the dagger away, "Old woman, go get the medicine box."
Chu Han was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face, her face pale, but she still looked like a rich lady.
"You are just trying to force me to death like this, right?" Chu Han accused, crying.
Jun Mohan said coldly: "I said, no matter how you humiliate her, she is my only wife."
"Mom, no one in the family is close to you, you should think about why?"
"Instead of just questioning and blaming others."
"When grandma was around, you and her quarreled every day. Later, dad left and rarely came back."
"Noila Mo is even more homeless."
"If you continue like this, this family will fall apart sooner or later."
"Don't do something unscrupulous just for your selfishness, or you will suffer the consequences in the end."
After he finished speaking, he walked out without caring about Chu Han who was crying on the ground, and left.
In the car, Jun Mohan fastened his seat belt anxiously, stepped on the accelerator, and drove straight out of the old house.
Aunt Fu wanted to pull Chu Han up, "Madam, the ground is cold, shall we get up?"
Chu Han cried, "Aunt Fu, am I really such a bad mother?"
"Am I really wrong?"
"Why is such a good family going to break up like this?"
"Alas!" Aunt Fu sighed, not knowing what to say. After a long while, she said, "Madam, Wen Xin is actually a good kid. Although I haven't seen her, my old man has."
"The little girl is very hardworking, pretty, and thrifty."
"He's a nice kid."
"After the young master married her, didn't you notice his transformation?"
Chu Han raised his head, tears falling, "No."
"The young master has become more humane."
"He used to work overtime until late at night, and when he got home he would just say hello to the old lady and go back to his room without smiling."
"He looked gloomy and seemed to be very tired of living."
"But since he got married, he seems to have come alive, become more humane, and even takes the initiative to talk to us."
“This is a good thing!”
Chu Han lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking?
Jun Mohan parked the car aside, fearing that he might lose control and have an accident, so he calmed down, put his hands on his head and leaned on the steering wheel, not saying a word for a long time.
The blood on his face had already solidified, and a look of annoyance appeared on that handsome face.
Just then, there was a knock on his car window.
When he looked up, he saw Bo Jingshen, who was in police uniform, knocking on his car window, motioning him to roll down the window.
He was riding a police-style motorcycle, probably coming back from patrol.
Jun Mohan's eyes turned cold, and he opened the window irritably and asked coldly: "Why are you here?"
"I came back from patrol and saw you speeding. I was worried so I came to check on you."
"Why is your face injured?"
As he spoke, he anxiously reached out to touch the wound on his face. Jun Mohan moved his head aside as if avoiding poison and said coldly, "What are you doing?"
Bo Jingshen smiled awkwardly and took his hand back, "I forgot you have mysophobia."
As he said this, he waved to his colleagues behind him, and one of the people on the other motorcycle ran over.
"Captain Bo, are you looking for me?"
"Ride this bike back to the team. I'm going to go out for a while."
"yes!"
He got off the bike and it was ridden away. Then he turned his gaze back to Jun Mohan and said, "Open the car door."
"what?"
Seeing that he didn't move and looked arrogant, Bo Jingshen didn't hesitate. He reached into his car and operated for a while, then opened the driver's door.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Go to the passenger seat, I'll drive."
"You're crazy, get out."
Jun Mohan's seat belt was unbuckled by Bo Jingshen, and his butt was forced to the passenger seat.
Bo Jingshen got into the car with a smile, fastened his seat belt, and did not forget to fasten it for him considerately.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
"I'm not going."
"It's none of your business. If you don't want to be disfigured, shut up."
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