Mother Ye looked deeply at the woman in front of her, the Ye family and the Zhuo family. It was impossible to tell who was right and who was wrong for this unsettled bad debt.

It's just that if the woman in front of me can get divorced in three months as she said, then...it will only be another three months of delay.

"I hope you can keep your word." Ye Mu finally said these words.

Zhuo Qianyun's eyes dimmed slightly. What the other party said actually meant that she still hoped that she could sign the divorce agreement three months later.

That's right, in the eyes of the other party, she is just a woman who keeps hurting her son.

"I will." Zhuo Qianyun said.

But just when she turned around, she saw Ye Wenming standing at the entrance of the living room at some point. She didn't know how much Ye Wenming had heard from what she and Ye's mother just said.

"Mom, I told you, don't interfere in the affairs between me and her!" Ye Wenming said coldly, then walked up to Zhuo Yunyun, grabbed Zhuo Yunyun's wrist, and wanted to take her away.

.

He only took a few steps when he felt Zhuo Qianyun's body staggered, almost falling.

He frowned, and then realized that something didn't seem right about her feet.

"What happened to your foot?" he asked.

"I slipped down a few steps and sprained my ankle," Zhuo Qianyun said.

Ye Wenming frowned, suddenly squatted down, lifted up Zhuo Qianyun's trousers and looked at her ankles. Sure enough, they were already red and swollen.

"Sorry, I will walk a little slower..." Before she could finish her words, he suddenly picked her up and hugged her sideways.

Zhuo Qianyun leaned against Ye Wenming's chest almost blankly, a little unbelievable that he would pick her up like this.

But Ye Wenming didn't wait for her to react, and he already strode towards the door of the mansion with her in his arms.

Mother Ye stared at the scene in front of her blankly, until the two figures had left the field of vision, then she murmured, "What an injustice. What will happen in three months...?"

"

At that time, will her son really be willing to divorce Zhuo Qianyun? Ye's mother has no idea now.

Zhuo Qianyun didn't finally come to her senses until she was carried into the car by Ye Wenming, "Your injury doesn't matter. You held me like this just now. Is the wound okay? Will it crack?"

As she spoke, she stretched her hands towards his clothes, as if she wanted to take them off and take a closer look at the condition of his surgical wounds.

But before she could touch the buttons of his clothes, her hands were already clasped by his.

"What are you going to do?" A cold voice sounded in the car.

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Chapter completed!