After Su Mo finished speaking, he quickly stood up and left as if fleeing.

Ye Chen stood there in a daze, looking at Su Mo's leaving figure, a dark emotion flashed in his eyes, he wanted to say something but didn't speak again.

within the next few days.

Su Mo was busy with work and had no time to think about anything else, but Fu Yanming always sent messages from time to time.

When she was at the critical moment of her drawing, her cell phone made ding sounds one after another.

Su Mo was a little annoyed by the interruption. He checked his phone and saw another message from Fu Yanming——

"Xiao Mo, the news that Fu Yiyao and I are going to hold a wedding is false. We have no choice but to make fun of it. Don't worry."

Su Mo looked at it and ignored it.

After a while, another message popped up on the phone.

Fu Yanming: "Xiao Mo, please give me a while and wait for me, okay? I will definitely take care of everything and take you back to Kyoto."

Fu Yanming: "Xiao Mo, believe me, if you wait a little longer, I won't let you down."

Su Mo looked at the news and felt a sharp pain in his temples.

She sighed softly, turned off her phone, and continued busy with the work at hand.

Only when you are really busy will you not be emotionally affected by those bad things...

Fu family.

When Fu Yiyao came back after seeing Su Mo, she was extremely angry and felt a tightness in her chest.

When I think about that bitch Su Mo being reduced to this and being so arrogant, I feel extremely angry!

When he was annoyed, Song Xianglin called.

Fu Yiyao answered: "Hey, Mom, I went to force Su Mo to divorce Fu Yanming today, and that bitch still wants to pester the Fu family!"

Song Xianglin said in a deep voice: "You should calm down first, Su Mo and Fu Yanming have reached this point, and divorce will happen sooner or later.

But before your wedding is officially held, you must make rice with Fu Yanming. When that happens, Fu Yanming will have no chance to regret it. "

Fu Yiyao listened, with a flash of light flashing in his eyes: "I know what to do, Mom."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yiyao went to take a fragrant bath and found a black-edged lace pajamas from the cloakroom.

She put on her pajamas, looked at her curvy figure in the mirror, bent over and applied a bright lipstick, and the corners of her lips curved wantonly.

She wanted to see how much self-control Fu Yanming had.

Su Mo, a bitch, is not here, so getting close to him now is the best opportunity.

After Fu Yiyao finished cleaning up, he turned around and went out, stood at the door of Fu Yanming's room, reorganized himself, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

After knocking several times, a cold and indifferent voice came from inside——

"Enter."

Fu Yiyao endured the excitement in her chest, opened the door, picked up the broken hair from her ears, and walked slowly towards Fu Yanming.

"Yan Ming..."

Fu Yanming was sitting at his desk quickly sorting out his work. When he heard Fu Yiyao's voice, his expression suddenly darkened.

Clap.

The file was slammed onto the desk.

Fu Yanming raised his cold eyes and glanced at Fu Yiyao: "What are you doing here? Get out!"

"Yan Ming, why are you so fierce?" Fu Yiyao stepped forward, smiled and leaned forward to hold Fu Yanming's hand, "Don't you always want to know about your mother? If you stay with me for a good night today, I can tell you you."

Fu Yanming's face was full of disgust, and he threw away Fu Yiyao's hand: "I say it again, get out!"

Fu Yiyao's heart sank, and she froze on the spot, clenching her fists tightly.

She was unwilling to be treated so indifferently by Fu Yanming after she had dressed up so carefully. She gritted her teeth, stepped forward and sat directly on Fu Yanming's lap.

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