Haima did not close the door before leaving, so she came back soon and happened to see this scene-
"Miss!!" She was almost scared to death!
Haima was frightened and hurried back to her room to get her shoes!
Then he kicked the ceramic fragments a little apart, "Put it on quickly, don't step on it!"
Mu Xin was like a puppet, with the help of Haima, put on slippers and was helped by her to sit on the sofa.
"Oh, how could this happen?" Haima hurried to find the medicine box again, "No matter what, you can't hurt yourself! After you go back, your wife should feel distressed again."
Mu Xin's face was faint, staring blankly at the four-piece bedding set bought by Haima at the door. She was still very sad and still unhappy.
It's so late, Mo Fan probably won't come back...
"How could he do this..." Mu Xin had the urge to cry, and she couldn't feel the pain in the wound, but she felt her heart was bleeding.
Haima finished treating her wound with heartache and sighed one after another.
"Swap the bedding." Mu Xin ordered.
"Yes, Miss."
When Haima carried the door bag into the master bedroom, she was shocked by the scene inside! It was like a battlefield after the Japanese swept!
Seeing her stunned at the door, Mu Xin smiled bitterly in her heart, "No need to clean up, change it, let's go to bed tonight."
Don't clean up?
Wait for Mr. Mo to come back to see him?
Haima's heart is so cold that it will become more and more rigid, right?
"Change quickly." Mu Xin was a little tired, "Switch early and go to bed early." There was a sense of fatigue in her voice.
"Miss, I brought you pastries, right in the bag outside."
"I don't want to eat it, it has no taste."
Haima didn't want to persuade her anymore. She felt that she was tired, so she quickly replaced the newly purchased bedding, regardless of how messy the floor was.
The night is getting deeper...
In the Han family villa, Han Jiamei locked herself in the bedroom after dinner.
She couldn't sleep, so she took out paper and pen to draw comics.
As I was drawing, I gradually realized that the little man in my writing was somewhat similar to Mo Fan.
"What are you doing when painting him?" Kami put the pen, frowned, and quickly kneaded the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
The room was quiet.
Then I felt a little reluctant, so I bent down and picked it up from the trash can, spread the crumpled paper balls, then looked at the little man on it, and finally put it in the drawer.
In the master bedroom, the door is also locked.
Han Xiangyang handed over Mo Fan’s information to Peiying.
"I really thought you would forget it." The woman raised her eyes and glanced at him.
"I dare not forget what my wife told me."
She sat in the chair, looking carefully with her eyes down.
Han Xiangyang was changing his clothes. After reading the information, he was very satisfied with this guy.
"He has a fiancée? The only daughter of the Mu family in Jiacheng?" Peiying raised her eyes and thundered, "The Mu family, which made a fortune in the textile industry, is famous in Jiacheng!"
"You keep reading." The middle-aged man was very calm, "This fiancée is just listed."
The information shows that the Mu family also carries out freight, owns several wharfs and trading companies, with a net worth of over 10 billion yuan.
This Mu Xin has lived a pampered life since she was a child. The young lady has a strong temper and has princess disease.
Peiying continued to look down, and as she looked, her face changed slightly, "Is Mo Fan an invisible rich second generation?" The above also introduced the Mo family clearly.
"Yes." Han Xiangyang said, "He is Mo Changqing's son. The marriage was ordered by his father. He was ordered as soon as he was born. It was not because there was a relationship between the two. I checked it. Mo Fan and this Mu Xin were with him.
Without a love history, he is physically and mentally clean."
"So what?" Peiying put down the information and stood up, "You won't allow him to pursue Jiamei, do you?"