"Hey, are you having a seizure?"

"You're having a seizure!"

After retorting, Zeng Fang immediately said, "Thank you for sending me back. I'm going back now. You can go now."

Shen Zhen sneered, threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, and stomped it out.

"Okay, you're the only one who can come and go at my command."

After Shen Zhen finished speaking, he strode past her, bringing up a gust of cold wind with the smell of tobacco, and walked around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat.

Zeng Fang held her bag and watched him get in the car. She turned the key and started the car. She said, "Don't play too late!"

Maybe it was because the engine noise was too loud and drowned out her voice, but Shen Zhen did not respond. He just looked at the rearview mirror while skillfully turning the steering wheel to prepare to reverse.

After backing up the car, the driver's window suddenly lowered, revealing Shen Zhen's somewhat blurry but still handsome face.

"What did you say?"

Zeng Fang's face turned red. "I have nothing to do over the weekend, so I'll go there to play with Fake."

Shen Zhen tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, nodded to show that he understood, then stepped on the accelerator, and the jeep drove away like an arrow.

Zeng Fang fanned away the pungent smell of exhaust gas, turned around and walked into the alley with her bag.

What she didn't know was that after she walked into the alley, the jeep slowly backed up and didn't drive away again until it saw her enter the courtyard with its own eyes.

In Shanghai, Shao Mo arrived at the hotel room at 5:30 pm. In order to give Ling Chuan a surprise, she did not tell Ling Chuan in advance, but prepared a candlelight dinner in advance, changed into a beautiful dress, and waited for Ling Chuan to come back while warming herself by the fire.

Lingchuan’s training ends at 6 o’clock. If you don’t stay outside, you will be back at the hotel at 6:30.

But by 8 o'clock in the evening, Ling Chuan still hadn't come back, the fried steak was cold, and even the candle on the candlestick was almost burned out.

Shao Mo couldn't sit still anymore, so she took out her cell phone and prepared to call Ling Chuan. At this moment, there was a noise outside the door.

Shao Mo was overjoyed and went to open the door, but when she saw the scene outside, it was as if someone poured a bucket of cold water on her head, and the smile on her face quickly froze.

The woman outside the door was also surprised. She looked up at the house number, then looked at the beautiful Shao Mo, and hesitated, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Shao Mo was so angry that she pointed at Ling Chuan who was being supported by the waiter and said, "I'm his wife, who are you?"

The woman's face showed surprise and embarrassment, but she quickly concealed it and explained with a smile: "I am Linda Wan, the assistant of Manager Ma. Manager Ma also drank a lot tonight, so he specially sent me to take Mr. Ling back to rest."

Shao Mo smiled wryly, "So that's how it is. If you hadn't explained it to me, I would have almost misunderstood it. I thought someone was trying to do something to my husband while I was away."

Linda Wan couldn't hide her embarrassment with a smile, "Mrs. Ling, you are joking. I have successfully sent Mr. Ling to Mrs. Ling. I have completed my mission. It's getting late, so I won't disturb you two to rest. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Linda Wan turned around, and the smile on her face instantly collapsed.

Manager Ma deliberately got Ling Chuan drunk and asked her, the assistant, to send Ling Chuan back. Her intention was self-evident, but she didn't expect that Mrs. Ling would show up halfway.

Now, not only did I not get anything done, I also offended Mrs. Ling.

After leaving the hotel, Linda Wan immediately called Manager Ma to report.

In the hotel room, the staff helped the unconscious Ling Chuan to the bed and left quietly.

Shao Mo put her hands on her hips and stared at the man on the bed with wide eyes.

If looks could kill, Ling Chuan would have died a hundred or eighty times already.

Don't you have a limit to your alcohol tolerance? He actually went out to drink with others and got drunk like this. If she hadn't come tonight, he would have eaten up all the Fanta or something like that! Shao Mo was born into a wealthy family in her previous life. She was well versed in the power-for-sex transactions in the upper class. She also knew that Ling Chuan was being tricked this time, but she was still very angry, so angry that she was about to explode.

If she hadn't known that Ling Chuan was too thick-skinned and tough for her to hit, she would have just slapped him a few times to wake him up.

The power of cold water in the cold winter can be imagined. Ling Chuan sat up on the bed with a start.

Although he was awake, his mind was still not clear. He stared blankly at Shao Mo standing in front of him. After a long while, he tentatively called out, "Wife?"

Shao Mo sneered, "Awake."

Ling Chuan felt like he was dreaming. He wiped his face in disbelief and ended up with his hands covered in water.

He looked down at the water on his hands for a while, then looked up at her, "Wife? Am I dreaming?"

Shao Mo stepped forward and slapped him in the face.

"Does it hurt?"

Ling Chuan was completely dazed, not sure if it was because of the beating or the effect of the alcohol, he just nodded blankly.

"It's okay if it hurts. Dreams don't hurt."

"Wife, why are you here?"

The man was beaten, and Shao Mo's anger finally subsided a little.

She didn't respond to the man's words, "Go to sleep first, we'll talk when you wake up."

After saying that, she picked up the down jacket on the sofa and put it on. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a candlelight dinner table that she had carefully arranged by herself by the window. She bent down, picked up the trash can and walked over.

"Bang!"

“Wow!”

“Boom!”

The cups, plates, knives, forks, wine bottles, everything on the dining table was thrown into the trash can by her, even the candlesticks. The half-burned candles were directly soaked in the decanter, and even the tablecloth was torn off, crumpled into a ball and thrown on the ground.

After doing all this, Shao Mo turned around and left in her high heels.

Ling Chuan, who was sitting on the bed, finally reacted and staggered forward to hug her.

"Wife, don't be angry, I was wrong..."

"open!"

"Wife, please don't go, please don't go..."

The man was very strong and she couldn't break free at all, so Shao Mo simply stopped struggling.

"Ling Chuan, I don't care whether you are awake or confused now. I will only say this once. Either you let me go now, or we get a divorce tomorrow."

The power of the word "divorce" was obviously very great, and the force that bound her was loosened at once.

Shao Mo walked towards the door without looking back.

Ling Chuan followed her, "Wife, where are you going? Wife, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

The moment she slammed the door, Shao Mo couldn't help but look back.

The man stood at the door of the room, his eyes were red, his face was pale, and his expression was panic-stricken, aggrieved, and confused. He seemed not to understand what was going on, or maybe he thought it was just a nightmare.

The weather station said that there will be the first snow in Shanghai tonight. The snow has not fallen yet, but the temperature is so low that it makes people shiver.

Shao Mo's mood was just like the weather tonight, cold as an ice cellar.

Third update~ 　　Thank you all for your monthly tickets, love you guys 　　 　 (End of this chapter)