After all, it was something that happened in a wealthy family, and the paper could not contain the fire. The Xie family's changes have spread a little, but it has not fermented seriously now. After all, no one would want to overestimate the Xie family and get involved in other people's family affairs.

Just in private, everyone sighed.

Xie He can be regarded as a famous lady in the capital, with a status, status, and admirer, and he never lacks behind him.

As a result, overnight, her husband was put on cold handcuffs, and the person who took action turned out to be her younger brother.

The siblings turned against each other, this is a scene that many people like to hear behind their backs.

Wen Yuan looked at the chat content in a group of wealthy circles in private, and her eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

This group of people usually either shop, travel, stock trading, or play with cars. They are just having trouble with others. There are always gossips in their nature. Many famous ladies are chatting enthusiastically.

"I heard that the eldest young master of the Xie family sent someone to raid Xie He's private residence overnight and sent his brother-in-law to the police car. What's the matter?"

"The police are here, this is a big deal. Today I met Xie He in the tea restaurant. He looked bad and met a lawyer. Is he going to sue? What big has her husband committed?"

"My nanny said that she knew the aunt who worked in Xie He's house. The aunt said that Xie He's husband seemed to be a fugitive criminal, and he also said that this matter had something to do with a little lover who Xie Subai privately raised. Isn't it shocking to give up the right of inheritance for this little lover?"

"Little lover? What's your name? I've been chasing Xie Subai for a while, and he doesn't even miss me."

"It seems like a star..."

Seeing that the group of people were too gossiped and wanted to dig Song Rongyan's background, Wen Yuan almost had a cold face and said, "The people in the group are messy, and the disaster comes from the mouth, don't cause trouble for yourself."

Everyone knew what kind of tough character Wen Yuan was, and immediately changed the topic in disappointment.

When he exited the group, Wen Yuan frowned. What is the reason for the Xie family’s incident?

What role did Song Rongyan play?

Thinking.

She wanted to call Song Rongyan.

A strong arm came across from her, and she pulled the phone away from her ear with a light speed and ghostly speed. She watched her phone look like a flower in the man's hands, and she turned around and fell obediently into her palm.

She raised her black eyelashes: "What are you doing?"

Mo Qingqiu blew a bubble in a hurry, and with a "pop" sound, it broke again, wrapped around her lips and tongue, and looked at her: "It's all at your doorstep, and I'm still hanging on me?"

Wen Yuan pursed her lips, leaned over and snatched her phone: "Give it to me."

Mo Qingqiu pushed his knees upwards, pressing against the softest position between the woman's ribs. He leaned back, with provocation and stern eyes, and it was so bad: "You use me to deal with the family, when will I give me what I want?"

Wen Yuan stopped moving, but grabbed the neckline with his right hand while the man was not paying attention. One of the buttons on the neckline of his shirt was suddenly broken off. The woman was so powerful that she was a martial artist. The last night she was in the bar, she kicked him hard in the ribs, but she hadn't done it yet.

Mo Qingqiu simply gave up resistance and followed Wen Yuan's eyes, her expression remained unchanged, and her eyes were cold and Yan looking down on everything, "Want?"

This hard and vicious woman, her lips and teeth seem to have charming charm, but it is a deadly poison. She can break his life without changing her face.

Partial.

He, Mo Qingqiu, was born with a tough heart.

I never die and don’t understand what surrender means.

He smiled faintly and took the initiative to stuff his phone back into Wen Yuan's top pocket. In the next second, his long legs were rolled up, Wen Yuan was swept on the seat, the man covered himself, grabbed her hands and cut it over his head. The woman's face was expressionless, even with sarcastic expression, and her eyes were harsh.

Mo Qingqiu leaned over, "I like to take the initiative to control the overall situation. Mr. Wen, you must be appropriately gentle as a woman."

The words are over.

He let go of Wen Yuan's hand, and with a smile on his lips, he lifted her collar fabric up with his other hand, "It's crooked."

After saying that, he drove the car door and got out.

The driver didn't even dare to glance back.

Mo Qingqiu was carefree and walked to Wen Yuan to open the car door, holding the door with one hand, "Wife, it's raining and the road is slippery, will I support you?"

Wen Yuan sorted out his clothes. He had just moved in the car and the collar was indeed crooked. He just helped her adjust it. He felt a kind of tyrannical gangster but stuck to the boundary, which made people feel like a ball of cotton was blocked from his throat. I don’t know if he should scold him for being slutty or thank him for his “gentleman”.

More importantly.

young married woman……?

He just made a show, but he was so cool.

Wen Yuan got out of the car and glanced at him, and Mo Qingqiu consciously put her bag on her back. Seeing that the old housekeeper had already come out, he leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Only act once?"

Wen Yuan raised her footsteps, "How many times do you want to?"

Just so happened that the old butler came over and smiled: "Miss, the old man and the others are waiting in the main hall. This person... just walked over and got it."

I am back today to deal with the elders who are urging marriage. In the future, the bridge will return to the bridge and the road will return to the road.

Wen Yuan nodded: "Well, I'll go there now."

The old housekeeper couldn't help but look at Mo Qingqiu for two more times.

Not to mention, it is rare for a man who can feel evenly matched with a lady. He just looks turbid and unclear, and can't tell the inside clearly. He smiles, which makes people feel creepy.

Mo Qingqiu didn't mind the old housekeeper's straits, but instead raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "Ask a question."

Wen Yuan looked ahead: "Say."

"How did you feel last time?"

It was silent for more than ten seconds.

Before coming to the door, Wen Yuan came to her side and threw a sentence: "It's bad, it's strong."

After saying that.

She took the lead in the door.

Mo Qingqiu was nailed to the spot, and his tongue tipped the back groove, and smiled faintly: "...A woman who doesn't recognize others after she was happy."

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Although the elders of the Wen family are serious and old-fashioned, they cannot express too much opinions for the head of Wen Yuan. As long as they bring their boyfriends back, they can block the crowd. Mo Qingqiu is also a veteran, and he is at ease with this situation full of old foxes.

Wen Yuan glanced at the man while drinking tea.

He looks quite manly, has deep eyebrows and eyes, but is not rough and has a different charm.

She has never been in love and has never been very interested in love. According to Song Rongyan, she has a serious lack of yang energy around her, so anyone who sees her will retreat and dare not have much affection with her. Perhaps...

Should I find a man to neutralize?

Just thinking.

Mo Qingqiu walked to her at some point, as if he could hold back any place. His cold and evil temperament made him even more hormone-filled, and he smiled: "Mr. Xiao Wen, you glanced at me six times just now, what were you thinking?"

Wen Yuan examined him, "I miss you, can you improve in addition to rushing around?"

Mo Qingqiu: “…?”
Chapter completed!