Shen Jiaoyue was already used to the other party's carelessness.

"I heard that Bei Mo got married, do you know about this?" Shen Jiaoyue asked tentatively.

After the words fell, the person on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time: "Ms. Shen, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense."

Who doesn’t know that Fu Bei’s heart is sealed in clay, how can he get married?

Bi Yuze paused for a few seconds, then his tone became calmer: "Jiaoyue, are you telling the truth?"

"Believe it or not." Shen Jiaoyue did not answer directly: "Aren't you preparing to return to China?"

The implication was that Bi Yuze was asked to ask Fu Beimo when he returned to China.

Bi Yuze could see that Shen Jiaoyue was using him, but Bi Yuze didn't care. He also wanted to know whether Fu Beimo was really married.

If it is true, then he must give Fu Beimo a good greeting. He didn't tell him such a big thing.

"Okay, I understand." Bi Yuze hung up the phone and immediately bought a ticket to return to China early.

The car stopped slowly in front of Fu's house.

Ye Qiaofei opened the passenger door and stepped out with his fair and slender legs.

As soon as she got off the car, she saw Ye Wanwan and Huang Juan being stopped by Uncle Zhang at the door of Fu's house.

Ye Qiaofei's eyes were gloomy. She stepped forward and asked in a questioning tone: "What are you doing here?"

Seeing Ye Qiaofei, Ye Wanwan put on a hypocritical smile: "Sister, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Ye Wanwan stared at Ye Qiaofei aggrievedly, with a hint of complaint in her tone.

"I didn't ask you to wait for me." Ye Qiaofei's tone was cold, and alienation was flowing around him.

Ye Wanwan's expression froze. She didn't expect Ye Qiaofei to be so disrespectful: "Sister, don't be angry, I just want to see you."

"I don't want to see you." Ye Qiaofei was not in the mood to treat Ye Wanwan like a snake.

Hearing this, Ye Wanwan gritted her teeth, hating Ye Qiaofei in her heart.

It's really a dog-eat-dog fight. He had bowed before her before, but now that he was married to Fu Beimo, he was completely dragged down.

Ye Wanwan couldn't help but wanted to make a sarcasm, but when she saw Fu Beimo walking towards them, Ye Wanwan's eyes widened.

The man's suit is straight, his face is handsome, his lines are smooth, and his mannerisms reveal a sense of dignity.

Ye Wanwan stared at Fu Beimo shyly, she pursed her lips and said in what she thought was a sweet and soft voice: "Mr. Fu~"

This sound from Mr. Fu gave Ye Qiaofei goosebumps. She glanced up and down at Ye Wanwan with a look of disdain.

Those who didn't know this voice thought that Ye Wanwan was in heat. Did Ye Wanwan think that this could seduce Fu Beimo?

Fu Beimo didn't even look at Ye Wanwan, he directly took Ye Qiaofei's hand and entered Fu's house.

Ye Qiaofei's fingers were misplaced and penetrated between Fu Beimo's fingers.

The two of them intertwined their fingers, and Ye Qiaofei felt that the palms of his hands were getting hot.

Seeing their hands holding together, the jealousy in Ye Wanwan's eyes almost overflowed.

"Sister, wait for me." Ye Wanwan stepped up to follow the two of them, but was stopped by Uncle Zhang: "You can't go in."

"Why?" Seeing Fu Beimo walking further and further away, Ye Wanwan became anxious: "I have something to tell my sister about the dowry."

Hearing this, Ye Qiaofei paused.

Fu Beimo said calmly: "If you don't want to see me, then I won't see you."

Ye Qiaofei took his hand out of Fu Beimo's and said, "I'll go meet them."

"If you need anything, you can come to me." Fu Beimo did not question Ye Qiaofei's decision.

Ye Qiaofei walked to the door and hid the disgust in his eyes: "Uncle Zhang, let them in."

Ye Wanwan raised her chin proudly: "Did you hear that? Why don't you let me in quickly?"

Although Uncle Zhang didn't like Ye Wanwan, Ye Qiaofei had already spoken, so he had no choice but to turn aside to allow Ye Wanwan and Huang Juan to enter.

Ye Wanwan walked into Fu's house arrogantly.

When she saw the magnificent living room of the Fu family, Ye Wanwan's heart was beating fast.

If she could live here, she would die without regrets.

When Ye Qiaofei wasn't paying attention, Ye Wanwan secretly took out her mobile phone to take a selfie, deliberately taking pictures of things placed in the Fu family's living room.

Ye Qiaofei sat on the sofa, staring at Ye Wanwan and Huang Juan with a scrutinizing gaze, and saw that their hands were empty: "Where is the dowry?"

Aren't you here to give her a dowry?

"Qiao Fei, we are here today to discuss something with you." Huang Juan reached out to reach out to Ye Qiao Fei, but Ye Qiao Fei avoided her: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

She didn't want to have any physical contact with these two people.

"Qiao Fei, don't you like Xiucheng's child?" Huang Juan deliberately pretended to be a loving mother, and her tone was rare tenderness: "Wanwan said that she had thought about it, but she did something wrong. She wanted to give Xiucheng back.

for you."

What's the meaning?

Ye Qiaofei looked at Ye Wanwan with an "idiot" look.

Now she realizes that she did something wrong, doesn't she think it's too late?

"I'm already married." Ye Qiaofei responded coldly.

"It's just that we are married. We can divorce." Huang Juan didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said: "We wronged you before. Mom shouldn't let Wanwan do such excessive things..."

Ye Qiaofei didn't want to hear Huang Juan's hypocritical words, so she interrupted impatiently: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Qiao Fei, how about you divorce Mr. Fu, Wanwan returns Xiucheng to you, and you give Mr. Fu to Wanwan?"

Hearing this, Ye Qiaofei was shocked.

She has never seen such a shameless person.

"Don't you think what you said is disgusting?" Ye Qiaofei no longer concealed her disgust, she looked at Huang Juan sinisterly: "Is it because Ye Wanwan likes Mr. Fu and doesn't like Gong Xiucheng?"

"When Ye Wanwan robbed Gong Xiucheng, didn't you agree with them? Now you want to help Ye Wanwan rob Mr. Fu?"

Ye Qiaofei stood up and looked at the two people on the sofa coldly: "Do you think Mr. Fu, whose taste is as bad as Gong Xiucheng's, would fall in love with Ye Wanwan?"

"Ye Qiaofei!" Upon hearing this, Ye Wanwan felt as if her tail had been stepped on. She became anxious: "What do you mean? Why do you think Mr. Fu looks down on me?"

"If he likes you, why would he marry me?" Ye Qiaofei crossed his arms and felt funny: "You have been hooking up with Gong Xiucheng for so many years, but Gong Xiucheng has not married you. It seems that he doesn't really like you."

Ye Wanwan turned blue with anger at Ye Qiaofei's words, and did not think there was anything wrong with her request.

"Qiao Fei, don't you like Xiucheng?" Huang Juan couldn't bear to see Ye Wanwan being wronged: "If you divorce Mr. Fu, you can finally get married with Gong Xiucheng."

"Who told you that I like Gong Xiucheng?" Ye Qiaofei snorted coldly, not noticing a figure approaching her: "The person I like is Fu Beimo."
Chapter completed!