"I'm just showing off to you that I'm married to Huo Muchen, how about that?

If you are able, you can marry me."

There is no need for Song Ci to be nice to a woman who seduces her husband over and over again.

If Su Xuening stood opposite her, Song Ci wouldn't mind 'teaching' Su Xuening a lesson!

"Song Ci, I found that you are less educated than I thought. How could a woman like you marry Huo Muchen?" Su Xuening said to Song Ci in a pitying tone.

What qualifications does Song Ci, who is about to be kicked out of the house, have to show off his power to her!

Song Ci laughed and rubbed his itchy palms: "It just so happened that an uneducated woman like me married him. No matter how well-educated you are, you still want to steal other people's husbands. I don't think you are any more noble than me?

No matter how bad I am, I am still getting married by a clear matchmaker!

And now you are called a mistress at best!

People like you will be scolded to death!"

Su Xuening clenched her fists and looked at the photos on the desk. She couldn't control herself anymore and reached out to grab the photo frame and smashed it into the corner!

Crackling!

The glass on the photo frame instantly shattered into pieces, and the photo of her and Huo Muchen instantly fell into pieces, especially her face, which was damaged in several pieces.

Her fingernails clasped the table, leaving traces, and her body was as tense as a bow that had been stretched to the extreme: "You..."

"Besides, you can't be a mistress!"

Song Ci curled his lips proudly.

She just has this confidence!

She has been Huo Muchen's sweetheart for two lifetimes. If Huo Muchen wanted to cheat, he would have cheated long ago. Why should he wait until now?

Song Ci has never heard of the name Su Xuening in his entire life, so naturally he won’t take it lightly!

She was just thinking about how to make two more cuts when the top of her head was suddenly shrouded in shadow, and a slight chill came from behind her. Song Ci couldn't suppress the trembling feeling in his heart, and his fingertips curled up.

But immediately afterwards, the huge panic was like the bloody mouth of a wild beast.

Because Song Ci subconsciously raised his head and saw the man's handsome face, he looked like a Rakshasa possessing him and gave him a condescending look.

He was so tight that he couldn't find a trace of movement on his face. He stretched out his arm to snatch the phone from Song Ci's hand, and turned on the speaker phone.

Su Xuening's arrogant words happened to be heard from the opposite side.

"Just talk to me with your current tone. If you stand in front of me, I might really lose control and reach out and give you a slap in the face."

Su Xuening snorted coldly.

Huo Muchen's eyes narrowed half an arc, and his low voice was full of warning: "Who do you want to slap in the face?"

"...Ah Chen?" Su Xuening suddenly heard such a warning, her heart beat like thunder, and even her breathing was interrupted.

"Who are you?"

Huo Muchen narrowed his eyes, but did not move. Instead, he just raised his arm and gently placed it on Song Ci's shoulder.

"I am Su Xuening, have you forgotten?" Su Xuening cautiously tried.

"I don't know."

Huo Muchen lost a word and impatiently threatened and warned: "You want to touch my wife?"

"Ah Chen, I just..."

Su Xuening was eager to explain, and she hated how her calm temperament could be provoked to anger by Song Ci!

Song Ci's swearing is simply...don't be too venomous!

"I don't want to hear any nonsense, and I don't like hearing that from other people. If you do it again, I will find someone to sew your mouth."

Huo Muchen's eyes were full of ice blades, and he didn't give any face to Su Xuening. Every word was like an ice pick piercing her heart, stimulating Su Xuening's nerves.

"I……"

"Dududu..."

The call was immediately hung up!

Su Xuening was so angry that she got angry again.

She pinched the information in her hand and her eyes darkened.

She didn't believe that with this information, Huo Muchen would be treated so indifferently to her!

…

After hanging up the phone, a stuffy atmosphere filled the living room.

Huo Muchen didn't take Su Xuening seriously at all, he just stared at Song Ci with squinted eyes: "Mistress?"

"..."

Song Ci swallowed his saliva and clasped the edge of the table with one hand as if seeking support, his dark eyes filled with panic.

Her heartbeat rose to her throat, her breathing became thicker, and her whole body was wrapped in Huo Muchen's coldness.

He stood still and stared at the dark screen.

The photo on the screen is a wedding photo of Song Ci and him.

Huo Muchen was wearing a black suit, and beside him stood Song Ci in a black wedding dress!

A black wedding dress symbolizes undying love.

We will be together forever and ever.

The two of them looked serious, but it was not difficult to see that there was a faint smile in the man's eyes, but now there was only a cold and solemn expression on the man's face.

"Mrs. Huo, tell me when will the mistress come?"

Huo Muchen's dark eyes flashed and he thought.

"No...no."

Cold sweat broke out on Song Ci's back.

She suddenly wondered, was it Huo Muchen that she just saw?

After all, when she looked up at that face just now, it looked strange and sinister, not at all the usual cold and ascetic face with a touch of tenderness.

His eyes were exactly the same as when he looked at her and said "divorce" every time in his previous life. He wanted to lock her with his eyes.

"Mrs. Huo, do you need to compete with other women for me? Do you still need to waste your breath on a useless person?"

Song Ci felt that Huo Muchen's eyes were going to eat her, and she was so frightened that she ran away, but the man seemed to have expected it, and when she jumped up, he held her shoulders firmly.

The strength was so great that Song Ci could not resist.

"ah!"

Song Ci was almost scared out of his wits, sweat was pouring from his forehead, and he shrank into the stool, trying to squeeze out his pitiful eyes as much as possible.

Huo Muchen bent down, and a sinister voice floated out of his throat: "Are you afraid? Why don't you say a word and let Mrs. Huo quarrel with my 'mistress'? I'm really honored."

He completely ignored her pleading and pitiful eyes, grabbed the mobile phone on the table and smashed it against the wall again.

This time, the phone fell apart.

Song Ci looked at the back cover of the phone and all the parts that were in different places, completely unusable, and suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

She felt that if there was a mirror in front of her, she would be able to see how cowardly she is now and how scared she is of Huo Muchen!

"Huo Muchen..."

Song Ci's spine trembled, and he opened his eyelids slightly under his fingers rubbing his shoulders, his voice cautious.

"So cowardly?

I think you are very brave, you dare to give me a mistress?"

Huo Muchen's eyes were filled with thousands of daggers, and his finger bones slowly tightened.

Song Ci's frightened pupils suddenly shrank even tighter, and her body kept sinking down, until she felt she was as shrunken as a quail, when she was hugged by strong arms around her waist, and he jerked upwards, stopping her as if

The loach seemed to be trying to escape.

"I didn't... I didn't give you a mistress, I just said it to make her angry."

Huo Muchen narrowed his eyes and said in a dull and cold voice: "I don't like this kind of word. No one else will ever come between you and me!"

Song Ci nodded fiercely.

His voice clearly penetrated her eardrums and wrapped around her auricles.
Chapter completed!