Transmigrated Female Support: Male God, Addicted to Teasing

The mother and daughter left one after the other, and the house was so disturbed that no one dared to come out to touch the mold. So it also caused such an embarrassing situation.

Han Yuan looked red and white for a while, staying in place without knowing what he was thinking, a great sense of powerlessness came out of his heart, he knew that he could not divorce.

Relying on the forces of the Mu family, he always held a shelf when he was entertaining outside and never kept face for others. Once he got divorced, I'm afraid I don't know how many people are waiting to trample him hard.

At this time, Han Qingyin came out hesitantly, gently pulled Han Yuan's clothes corner, and murmured: "Dad, am I in trouble ..."

Han Yuan was upset, and he didn't find out who was behind him. He shook his hand and broke away, blurting out, "Go!"

A huge effort hit the slender wrist, and a large piece of red instantly flashed. Han Qingyin's deep pupil flashed with a cold light, which was hard to detect, and quickly disappeared, half grievances and half doubts. ? You hurt me! "

The girl ’s soft and soft accent awakened Han Yuan, who was still pondering. When he turned back suddenly, he saw the daughter who was like a model carved with the beloved woman. At this time, her dark and watery eyes were flashing. Tears, looked up at him weepingly.

Han Yuan's restless mood suddenly dissipated a lot, and raised her hand to touch her long hair, and said, "Sorry, light voice, scared you."

Han Qingyin shook his head gently, embraced his arm in nostalgia, and asked in a low voice: "Dad, I just heard it all because of me, you will be so miserable with your mother, right, or you Send me away, send me away ... "

Speaking of the last, it was hard to conceal the loss, sobbing low.

The crying Han Yuan's heart also hurts, and the resentment towards Muhan's mother and daughter deepened a bit.

He grinned reluctantly and asked Han Qingyin, "Yinyin, don't talk nonsense, how could Dad send you away? But if Dad is leaving, would you like to go with Dad."

"Of course!" Han Qingyin took it for granted and made no secret of his dependence on Han Yuan. "The place where my father is is my home!"

Compared with the aggressiveness of the eldest daughter, it is obvious that the little girl's birdie is more pitiful.

This is his good daughter, and Mu Qingyuan--

Humph! He was supposed to have never given birth to this daughter.

Without packing, Han Yuan took Han Qingyin step by step out of Mujia Villa.

When looking back at the door, a trace of reluctance clearly flashed in his eyes.

But he believed that Muhan, who loved him the most, was just a short talk, and when he got angry, he would certainly apologize to him and beg him not to get a divorce.

Han Yuan thought very well, but he didn't know that Su Kui was here, and he might never have waited for that day.

Sitting on the black Mercedes-Benz, I drove all the way through the car window before leaving, Han Qingyin's deep pupils swept a bloodthirsty, and the lips smiled with evil charms, and soon disappeared.

Silent mouth:

Mom, sister, wait for me to come back--

The night is like thick ink, and the deep one can't see a little light. The unique moisture of the night slowly soaks in the air. Su Kui leans on the window sill, his eyes bypass the music fountain, the stone path, and the bright taillights of Mercedes Going all the way until I can no longer see the shadow.

Withdrawing his gaze, Su Kui slowly rubbed his tender white fingers and meditated quietly.

This step of hers can be described as a dangerous move by soldiers. Although Han Yuan and Han Qingyin were forced out of the Mujia to avoid the future disclosure of company secrets, it will undoubtedly make Han Qingyin blacker faster.

Thinking of this, Su Kui can't help but look forward to it. What will she do next?