"Mom, don't hit me. My aunt is not a bad woman."

With tears streaming down his eyes, Du Weijia grasped Fu manyun's hand with his small hand.

"You still help her! Duvega, are you still not my son?"

Fu manyun was angry and jealous, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Mom, don't cry. I'm your son."

Du Weijia sobbed and reached out his small hand to wipe Fu manyun's tears.

Fu manyun felt a pain in his heart. He hugged the little guy's body and cried, "I'm sorry, Zizi, it's my mother's fault. My mother didn't want to hit you."

She's just too jealous of Xia Ling!

Why do adults and children put her first!

Fu Manjun nodded and choked in his arms.

Mother doesn't like her aunt, but he likes her.

Aunt is not a bad woman. She is very kind. She protects him!

He doesn't want his mother to dislike her!

.....

On the other side, Fu Yunting sat in Jiang Lingfeng's car and stopped in front of a sea view villa near the sea.

This is Wen ruoqing's residence in Haicheng. Xia Ling was inside after she rescued her.

Fu Yunting got out of the car and walked to the villa with Jiang Lingfeng.

Several people in black flashed out and blocked their way.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu. The master told me that strangers are not allowed to come near, especially you."

Fu Yunting: "

Who gave the order?

Wen ruoqing?

He is Xia Ling's husband. Why don't you let him into the villa?

Fu Yunting's face was black, and Jiang Lingfeng on one side spoke helplessly, "don't worry, I'll call Lingyun."

Even Jiang Lingyun is in the villa, but he won't go in?

Fu Yunting's face became darker.

"Lingyun, open the door."

Jiang Lingfeng gets through to Jiang Lingyun. Jiang Lingyun at the other end of the phone doesn't know what to say. Jiang Lingfeng's voice sinks. "Lingyun, he's the husband of his sister-in-law. Don't follow ruoqing."

Both of them were blaming Fu Yunting for not saving Xia Ling at the first time.

He knew it, but he didn't agree.

After hanging up, Jiang Lingfeng patted Fu Yunting on the shoulder and motioned him to take it easy.

Before long, the door of the villa opened. Jiang Lingyun looked at Fu Yunting with a face. "What are you doing here?"

Hearing the speech, Fu Yunting was ready to pass him, "I'll pick up my wife."

Jiang Lingyun stopped him at once. "Your wife? She doesn't have the ability to protect Lingling, so she doesn't deserve to be her husband!"

Fu Yunting frowned and the air pressure around him was very low. He pressed down his anxiety and said in a deep voice, "get out of the way."

If you don't deserve it, you can't get someone else to talk about it.

He just wants to see his wife soon.

"No."

Jiang Lingyun raised his chin and stared at Fu Yunting coldly.

Fu Yunting's knuckles were creaking, and he had reached the extreme of patience.

"Enough, Lingyun, let him in. It's not his fault."

Jiang Lingfeng pulls away Jiang Lingyun's hand and opens his mouth with dignity.

Jiang Lingyun refused to accept it, but because of Jiang Lingfeng, he could only stare at Fu Yunting's back and hum a big step to catch up.

Jiang Lingfeng shook his head and followed closely.

Such a large villa is exquisitely decorated.

Fu Yunting looked around, stopped and turned to look at Jiang Lingyun.

"What floor is my wife on?"

There are five floors here. Which room is his wife in?

Jiang Lingyun glanced at him arrogantly and didn't reply. He just sat on the sofa and made tea for himself.

Make it clear that you don't want to talk to him.

Fu Yunting has a headache. He glances at Jiang Lingfeng, who is helpless. He no longer talks nonsense. He lifts his feet up the stairs and finds it room by room.