C22

Mu Ling Feng's face turned green.

Taking the box back from Meng Lou's hands, he glanced at her and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, what a pity about this pure jade girl's outer appearance.

Tang Xia gently touched the box, as if she was rubbing something dirty. "Since it's something you're giving me, don't just casually let people touch it."

Pui! Husband? He even stared at the other party's face.

"Mr. Mu, please pay attention to your words in the future. This is a divorce agreement, please sign."

"Married ~ ~ to ~ to ~ to discuss?"

Mu Ling Feng bit out one word at a time, her voice as low as a devil's. In an instant, the burning sensation in his eyes made him stare at her, like an angry lion.

He had spent so much time waiting for her to come back and have dinner with him, but this was what he got instead?

Since when was he, Mu Ling Feng, so despicable?

"I didn't want to get you to sign it so quickly. Since your bodyguard has already brought it back, I might as well settle this matter along the way!"

She had a carefree, noble, and elegant look on her face. She didn't feel that what she had done was excessive in the slightest.

The red book had just been delivered today and was placed in her bedroom for her to take a look at tonight, to let her have her current seat. But before this woman even sat down at home, she brought out a divorce agreement?

In ancient times, this was Hugh!

It was the first time in Mu Ling Feng's life that he had gotten married and ended up like this.

"I gave you time to accept me because I respect you, not because I want you to print something like that."

"We don't have any feelings between us, so how could we possibly accept or not? I have someone I like, and that person isn't you."

"From now on, the only person you can like is me."

He coldly swept his gaze across the white documents on the tea table, then looked at Tang Xia's calm and collected face, and felt as though something had ruthlessly pounded on his chest.

Dammit, why didn't he shoot such a woman to vent his anger?

Mu Ling Feng pulled at her tie impatiently and left. She was already full to the point that she did not need to eat tonight.

After taking a few steps back, he picked up the white document and shouted, "Mom Yan, in the future when these kinds of things appear in the house, burn them all down."

Yan Ma came out of the servant's room with her head lowered, and took the thing in Mu Ling Feng's hands, "Yes!"

With that, he left as if he was fleeing. The servants in the hall buried their heads into a curve, afraid that Mu Ling Feng would vent her anger on them.

If she dared to offend him, she would definitely die!

Seeing the situation, Meng Lou also fearfully took two steps back, and found an excuse to quickly leave.

The hall was quiet.

His black eyes stared at Tang Xia, looking at her unafraid of death, she grabbed her chin: "Beauty is beautiful, but this personality is a bit too stubborn."

"How is my character? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the Mr. Mu. It doesn't matter if I burn it, I will print it until you sign your contract. I still have things to do today, forgive me but I won't accompany you."

She left with the box.

When he reached the door, he was stopped by a bodyguard as expected.

Mu Ling Feng stood at the center of the great hall from afar, her eyes were terrifyingly malicious. From today onwards, I will be your problem. "

His deep, terrible voice came from the air.