Chapter 3 I was so crazy last night that I almost fell to the ground

The next day.

The golden sunlight shone into the bedroom through the window, and the warm light reflected spots of light and shadow on the floor.

On the big bed, He Xiyan frowned and opened her eyes.

"Hiss." She rubbed her sore waist and sat up. Her whole body felt like it was run over by a truck, sore and painful.

She looked down at her body.

"Wow, Xiao Mohan, you beast!"

Her exposed skin was covered with purple bruises, which was horrible to look at.

She greeted Xiao Mohan's ancestors one by one.

"At first you acted like a saint, but later you acted like a hungry wolf. Now my body is about to fall apart."

"Xiao Mohan, next time I will not let you get out of bed."

She got out of bed and just stood up, but her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and hurriedly held onto the bedside table, otherwise she would have been hit on the head again.

She stood up again and walked to the bathroom with a little gait. She

walked into the bathroom and took a look.

Tsk, her face was heavily made up.

The lipstick on her lips was eaten away by last night's madness, and there was still some smudged red at the corners of her lips. Her swollen mouth was like a sausage.

"Oh my god!

It's hard for Xiao Mohan to eat this look."

"No, it's too disgusting.

I can't stand it.

I have to wash it quickly."

He Xiyan took a quick shower and washed her face with facial cleanser three times before washing it clean.

Because the original owner often applied heavy makeup.

After washing her face, she took a good shower.

She returned to the mirror and revealed the original owner's true face.

He Xiyan touched her face in amazement, "Stupid, such a charming face was hidden by the original owner.

It's a waste of nature!"

The watery eyes on the oval face in the mirror were as clear as a spring, and the porcelain-like skin was actually white and glowing.

The charm between her eyebrows and eyes is natural, and in the blink of an eye, there is a charm of flirting.

Under the high nose bridge, a pair of red lips are red without makeup, as beautiful as a blooming rose.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity!

The original owner played a good trump card badly.

But it doesn't matter.

Now I am here, I will play your rotten cards to the top.

The Biluochun that plotted against you, the little green tea, the scumbag, and the two-faced stepmother...

I will deal with them one by one for you."

...

She blew her hair dry, opened the closet door in her bathrobe, and the colorful clothes inside made her completely convinced.

She searched the closet, but couldn't find a decent set of normal clothes.

"Damn it, did the original owner, this idiot, treat this house as a nightclub? Are

these clothes for a normal person to wear?"

Finally, a vague picture flashed through her mind.

It was a white skirt that Xiao Mohan bought for the original owner after they got married.

But the original owner thought it was too plain and threw the skirt directly on the bottom layer of Xiao Mohan's closet.

She opened Xiao Mohan's closet according to her memory.

There were all suits and white shirts inside, and each piece was ironed without a wrinkle.

She turned over Xiao Mohan's clothes and pulled them directly to the bottom layer.

Sure enough, the white skirt was still lying there.

He Xiyan changed into the white skirt, put on stockings, found a silk scarf and a white hat in the cloakroom, put them on, and then walked out of the room.

She came down from the second floor, and the servants in the house were shocked to see her as if they had seen a ghost. Their eyes widened in shock.

Was the lady possessed by evil spirits today?

Why is she dressed normally?

Didn't she like heavy makeup and colorful clothes in the past?

He Xiyan ignored her.

The original owner was an idiot who believed the words of her best friend and the scumbag, thinking that dressing like that would make Xiao Mohan dislike her and divorce her early, and she has been on the verge of death.

For more than a year, Xiao Mohan has endured her appearance every day. It's really pitiful.

He Xiyan sat down at the dining table, "Butler, I'm hungry."

This was the original owner's style before.

As soon as these words came out, the servant shook his head.

Oh, I thought the lady had changed.

As a result...

the housekeeper didn't dare to offend her, "Madam, please wait a moment. I'll ask the kitchen to make it for you."

...

A few minutes later, a bowl of seafood noodles was served in front of her.

He Xiyan frowned as she looked at the seafood noodles.

The housekeeper thought she was going to get angry, and quickly said, "If Madam doesn't like it, I'll ask the kitchen to make another bowl of braised beef."

This ancestor even has to give in to the master. He can't bear it when he gets angry.

To his surprise, He Xiyan picked up the chopsticks and said, "No, I'll just eat it."

Seeing that her attitude had changed from usual, the housekeeper felt a little uneasy.

When the master comes back later, he will have to ask about the situation.

If it doesn't work, he'd better roll up his sack and leave.

This ancestor is too difficult to serve.

He Xiyan ignored the housekeeper's mood.

The original owner's past actions had left an indelible shadow on her family.

If she wanted to turn things around, she could only do it slowly.

...

Half an hour later, He Xiyan picked the cheapest car in the garage, went shopping, and bought a lot of decent clothes.

...

Xiao Group.

The president's office.

The office is decorated simply and luxuriously, with dark colors as the main color, highlighting the president's calmness and nobility. There are several expensive calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, each of which is priceless, adding some artistic atmosphere to the whole space.

In the center of the office is a huge black desk. Xiao Mohan, who is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, leans on the chair, staring at the divorce agreement on the desk with his black eyes in a daze.

His cold and handsome face is tense, and a scratch on his neck is clearly visible.

Behind him is a row of bookshelves filled with all kinds of books.

The floor-to-ceiling window on the right was as bright as new. The curtains were drawn vertically to the ground from both sides. The sunlight shone through the window, reflecting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

Xiao Mohan stared at the divorce agreement for a moment, suddenly picked up the document, angrily tore it into pieces, and then threw it into the trash can.

That woman should be awake!

What is she doing now?

Is she throwing things at home hysterically, or is she looking for her new love?

Does she regret her crazy behavior last night?

Thinking of last night's madness, Xiao Mohan clenched his fists instantly, his eyes deep and cold.

Damn it!

On the one hand, she was asking for a divorce, and on the other hand, she was entangled with him.

Did she really think he couldn't bear to kill her?

Knock knock...

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Xiao Mohan's voice was cold and hoarse.

The secretary walked in and asked cautiously, "President, the wife is here. Do you want her to come up?"

Xiao Mohan narrowed his eyes slightly, "What is she doing here?"

"The wife said she's here to pick you up from work."

When this was said, the secretary didn't believe it.

Everyone in the company knew that the wife was tired of the president's lame legs and had been clamoring for a divorce.

Xiao Mohan thought of that naughty temper. If he didn't let her come up, who knows how many jokes she would make?

He closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows irritably.

"Let her come up."

He wanted to see what she was doing here?

Was she looking for him because of what happened last night?

But she had given the drug herself, and she had also taken the initiative to tease him.

Now, is she regretting it?

...

A few minutes later, He Xiyan took small steps and walked into Xiao Mohan's office like a happy little bird without even knocking on the door.

"Honey, I'm here to pick you up from work."

The voice was crisp and pleasant, lingering in his ears like a song.

Xiao Mohan's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and he was stunned when he saw He Xiyan.

He Xiyan smiled and waved her hand in front of him.

"How is it? Are you surprised?"

"I didn't put on heavy makeup today!"

Xiao Mohan looked at the person in front of him in a trance for a moment.

The skirt she was wearing was given to her by him.

But at that time she thought it was too plain and never wore it.

Today, she wore it on her body, what's the meaning?

[Hey, why does my husband look at me with a strange look?

Does she not like me wearing light makeup?

Or does she not like me wearing the skirt he gave me?

Tsk, I fought all night last night.

My legs were so weak when I woke up this morning that I almost fell to the ground. 】

Her series of thoughts bombarded Xiao Mohan's ears, bringing him back to his senses instantly.

By the way, this woman has been acting strange since she woke up last night.

It seems like she has a problem with her brain, and I don't know which of her words are true and which are false!