Crippled Master's Young Wife

Fu Yuntine smiled and looked at Jiang Lingyun, who was following behind Wenn Ruoqing with a gloomy face. He felt a little schadenfreude in his heart.    

It was time!    

It was also time to let him have a taste of the trouble of being misunderstood and chasing after a woman.    

Back then, he had been blocked by these two people quite a few times.    

"Sit down and drink some water."    

Wenn Ruoqing was called upstairs by her wife and asked him to entertain Jiang Lingyun in the living room.    

Serve what?    

He was purely there to watch the show.    

Fu Yuntine sat on the sofa and stared at Jiang Lingyun with interest.    

Jiang Lingyun drank some water and frowned. "Why are you looking at me like that?"    

"Wind and water take turns. How does it feel to be misunderstood?"    

Fu Yuntine did not hold back.    

Jiang Lingyun did not say anything. Qing Juan's face was full of regret.    

Seeing this, Fu Yuntine continued to mock, "Or is this not a misunderstanding? After you dated Wenn Ruoqing, you realized that her temper was too bad and could not compare to the warmth and gentleness, so what happened with the alcohol and warmth?"    

Hearing this, Jiang Lingyun instantly became angry, "Fu Yuntine, don't speak nonsense. Am I that kind of person?"    

" Oh? Do you mean that the person you like now is Wenn Ruoqing?"    

"Of course..."    

Jiang Lingyun subconsciously wanted to say that he liked Wenn Ruoqing, but when he touched Fu Yuntine's mocking gaze, a trace of anger flashed across his face.    

"What does it have to do with you who I like?"    

This person was now taking the opportunity to tease him.    

Wasn't it just that he was worried about Xia Ling in his heart?    

Yes!    

He had already let go of her. The person he liked now was Wenn Ruoqing.    

He was afraid that this matter would cause a knot in her heart.    

"It has nothing to do with me? Then I won't worry about it."    

Fu Yuntine got up and tidied his clothes. "I'll call my wife down later. I don't want to accidentally hurt my wife while the two women are confronting each other."    

"Wait."    

Jiang Lingyun quickly got up and said with a frown, "When women talk about things, what are you, a man, doing?"    

"Why is it called joining in the fun? She's my wife up there, and her fetus is stable. Do you think I should be more careful? If the two women start fighting, and my wife is caught in the middle and accidentally gets hurt, who should I find to take responsibility? "    

Fu Yuntine said it in a serious manner. Jiang Lingyun thought of Wenn Ruoqing's stinky face and her bad temper, and his heart was pounding.    

It can't be that they really started fighting because of a disagreement, right?    

No, although Wenn Ruoqing's temper was rough, she was not a barbaric person.    

She wouldn't do such a tasteless thing.    

Furthermore, Xia Ling was her favorite idol. With Xia Ling around, she would restrain her temper even if she wanted to.    

"Alright, sit down. Seeing that Lingling called me brother, don't deliberately ridicule me anymore. I believe that with Lingling around, the three of them will sing harmoniously."    

Jiang Lingyun gave in and became humble.    

Fu Yuntine felt comfortable in his heart.    

This was the effect he wanted.    

At least this kid knew what the situation was like.    

Upstairs, Xia Ling stood in front of the warmth and looked at the tensed Wenn Ruoqing. She gave a dry laugh, "That, Ruoqing, if you have something to say, let's talk about it properly. The whole thing. Warmth is also a victim. She and Mr Ling were framed."    

The little girl's expression was very ugly. She was really afraid that when her temper flared up, she would think that Warmth was Little Three.    

" I know. "    

Wenn Ruoqing curled her lips and looked at Xia Ling's injured face.    

"Ms Xia, what do you think I will do? Hit Ms Wen indiscriminately? In your heart, I gave you the impression of being unreasonable and unreasonable. You look at me like that. Ms Xia, am I too sad? "