Chapter 93

Ou Zeye, who received wechat news, frowned.

At my nephew's?

He suddenly hooked his lips, and the evil smile rippled on his face.

I don't think Tong Xiaoman knows many people. This nephew must refer to Mo Yiang.

If Tong Xiaoman doesn't know his identity, how can he know the relationship between Mo Yiang and himself?

In other words, she knew in advance today that she was pretending to be another man to cheat her, and then she said she wanted to divorce.

It must be!

Ouzeye ignored the wechat news, but went straight out of the door and drove to Mo Yiang's home.

It's late at night in the Diamond Hill villa area, and other people have turned off their lights, but Mo Yiang, villa No. 6, is still brightly lit.

Tong Xiaoman's hand is still holding the feather duster, but the feather almost fell out, leaving only a bare rod commander, the room is full of feather.

She gasped for breath, and Mo yi'ang had a second game, still winning.

Mo Yiang stood five meters away from her.

"I said Xiaoman, I apologized to you. Can't I? I'm a victim, too, OK? "

On hearing this, Tong Xiaoman raised his head.

"You are the victim? You mean you're a victim? Well, tell me, where did you get hurt? "

"I -"

Mo Yiang is also helpless, Tong Xiaoman, Tong Xiaoman, are you stupid?

It's so obvious. Can't you see it?

He pointed to his injuries. "You've beaten me like this. Am I not the victim?"

"You deserve it!"

Tong Xiaoman picks up the pillow on the sofa and throws it to Mo Yiang. Mo Yiang catches it directly.

Tong Xiaoman is still angry!

I'm afraid it won't go away.

"It's so late, or you'll sleep here. Aren't you sleepy?" Mo Yi ang asked cautiously.

"You're so sleepy!"

"I'm sleepy..."

Tong Xiaoman bad smile, "or I give you refreshing son!"

Then she raised the feather duster in her hand!

"Don't, I'm not sleepy. I'm very energetic now. I'm very energetic!"

Tong Xiaoman glanced at him. He felt angry when he saw him.

There was something wrong with her.

"Where's my cell phone, black earth?"

Mo Yi ang began to call herself black earth again. I think her anger should have gone away. Otherwise, she would call him Mo Yi ang.

"You just sent wechat."

Tong Xiaoman carefully recalled, just like who sent the wechat message.

"Yes, what did I send?"

"Where do I know what you sent?"

Mo Yiang looked around and found the mobile phone on the shoe cabinet at the door. He went to pick it up.

"Bring it to me quickly!"

Mo yi'ang approached two meters, stopped and carefully dropped his mobile phone onto the sofa.

He was still uneasy about being so close to her.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Who is so late? Xiaoman, can't we be too fierce to make our neighbors unhappy? "

With that, Mo yi'ang went to the door, when he saw someone coming from the cat's eye.

"Little, little, little uncle..."

"Little what?" Tong Xiaoman is looking down to unlock the lock to see what he just made.

"My uncle!" Mo yi'ang immediately turns around and looks at Tong Xiaoman in horror.

Tong Xiaoman also turned on his mobile phone at this time and saw the wechat message he had just sent to her husband.

At my nephew's.

She immediately took her cell phone and patted her head!

Oh, no, it's not!

"What shall we do?" Mo Yi ang is scared to have already begun leg soft, "you hide to go upstairs!"

"What are you hiding from? I told him I was here! "

"Ah? Tong Xiaoman, do you want to kill me? "

Tong Xiaoman is very calm, "both come and settle, open the door."

At this time, the doorbell rang again with a rapid sound.

"Mo Yiang! I count to three - "

Mo Yiang opens the door quickly. The speed is amazing, even Tong Xiaoman is stunned.

"Uncle Can I help you in the middle of the night? "

Tong Xiaoman looks at Mo Yiang at the door and finally knows what Feng Qian said.

Ou Ze Ye takes aim at Mo Yi ang one eye, push him directly, step open long leg to walk in.

The scene in the living room really surprised him.

The chairs are rickety, half of the pictures on the wall are lost, and magazines are all over the floor. The most important thing is that the chicken feathers in this place are really eye-catching!How fierce it is!

Ou Zeye looks at Tong Xiaoman sitting on the sofa. Tong Xiaoman is very calm and leans on the sofa.

"Well, what wind has brought you here? However, I am very curious. Now should I call you duck, or president ou, or your husband? "

Tong Xiaoman is very angry. She is not very angry.

Ou Zeye sneered, did not speak, but walked toward Tong Xiaoman.

As soon as Mo stands up, he closes the door. Won't there be any lives here today?

Ou Zeye goes to Tong Xiaoman, bends down and raises Tong Xiaoman's chin.

There was a dazzling light in his eyes.

"Just call me husband."

Poof -

Tong Xiaoman is so depressed that his internal injuries are coming out!

Long eyes have never seen such a thick skinned man, she raised her hand to take away ozayo's hand.

"Please respect yourself!"

"Self respect? You and I, husband and wife, have been sleeping together for some days. What about self-respect? Well

"You -"

"why am I not telling the truth?"

Tong Xiaoman was speechless.

See these two people a pair of swords to draw a crossbar of appearance, Mo Yi ang immediately steps forward.

"Uncle, please calm down. Xiaoman doesn't mean anything else. She was just a little angry when she heard about it..."

He was really afraid that his uncle's temper would strangle Tong Xiaoman.

Tong Xiaoman's thin neck can't hold it!

"I'm talking to your aunt. What do you want me to say?"

Ou Zeye didn't look at Mo Yiang.

Tong Xiaoman is to stare him one eye, "this time knew to help me, early did what go!"

Mo Yiang wants to cry without tears.

Well, he's cheap. He won't say anything.

Ou Zeye looked down and saw the feather duster without feather on the ground. He immediately hooked his lips.

"Come here to teach my nephew, madam. Can I help you?"

Mo Yi's eyes widened when he held on.

Who did he provoke?

Uncle's conscience is not eaten by the dog, he is for him to hide the truth, just let Tong Xiaoman beat!

He even wants to help Tong Xiaoman beat himself now?!

Tong Xiaoman took a look at Mo Yiang. The boy was scared to death, and his legs were trembling.

This is how much persecution she has suffered from this uncle before -

she has beaten him so hard, forget it.

"No need!"

Ozawa picked his eyebrows.

"What? Love nephew