137 Confrontation

An Qian is doing her nails. She is very satisfied with her hands, or she is satisfied with everything about herself. Although her chest is not as choppy as Liu Mengmeng's, she feels that her small chest is also very delicate. The intellectual beauty that a woman with big breasts and no brains does not possess.

It has been more than two hours since she sent the photo, and the stupid woman Liu Mengmeng did not respond, neither did she reply to the message, nor did she call to ask her questions, as if she hadn't seen it at all.

An Qian's cell phone was put aside. It was as silent as Liu Mengmeng, as if mocking her for her useless efforts.

The more she waited, the more irritable she became. An Qian simply called Zhang Shaoyang, but she didn't answer after waiting for a long time. She didn't know what he was doing. Another half an hour later, the newly made nails were shiny and bright, she tilted her head and admired it for a long time, but unfortunately she was not in a good mood.

Ah, I haven't seen Song Peng for several days. Does he miss me? And that little bastard Zhang Shaoyang, what did he do?

Zhang Shaoyang was receiving guests. Someone knocked on his door not long ago. When he opened the door, he smiled brightly and said, "Aunt An, why are you free to see me today?" He completely ignored the people who followed An Qing. The man just greeted her with a smile.

An Qing smiled and said, "Don't block at the door, you won't let us go in and sit down?"

"You can come in, but the person behind doesn't have to?"

The man behind pushed An Qing away and walked to the door. He looked at Zhang Shaoyang from head to toe and said with a smile, "If you want to marry my daughter, how dare you treat me like this, you boy is still so unlikable! "

"I never thought of making you like me!" Zhang Shaoyang blocked the door and didn't give a step, An Qing squeezed between the two with eyesight to ease the atmosphere, "Okay, don't say this at the door, so as not to make the neighbors laugh !"

After closing the door and a few people came into the room, Zhang Shaoyang watched Liu Zhirong look back and forth at his room, and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing here?"

Liu Zhirong smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I just want to come and see how many things you have stolen from here!"

An Qing looked at the two of them staring at each other with bitterness and hatred, and asked inexplicably, "What are you talking about? Shaoyang is a new star in the police force now, how could he possibly snatch something?"

"Yes, he didn't rob anything, he robbed people!" Liu Zhirong said with a half-smiling smile: "Stinky boy, isn't it fun to rob someone else's wife?"

"You still have the face to talk about me?" Zhang Shaoyang retorted with a sneer, "You know what you've done, and I don't have much to say about Auntie An here, but don't forget, if you hadn't been working in secret back then , Mengmeng and I will never be separated, how could she have a chance to marry that idiot Song Peng?"

Liu Zhirong sat on the sofa, raised his hand and called An Qing to his side, he pinched An Qing's well-maintained fingers and said with a smile, "If Song Peng is an idiot, then the woman who is willing to marry her is not smart, and she is not worthy of you. Why don't you find someone who is right for you?"

"You came to me just to say this?" Zhang Shaoyang asked with a gloomy face.

"Yes!" Liu Zhirong smiled: "Stinky boy, stay away from my daughter!"

He snorted coldly, strode his long legs, and reached Liu Zhirong in two steps. An Qing was taken aback by this sudden change, and when she came to her senses, Zhang Shaoyang's fist had stopped in front of Liu Zhirong, less than a centimeter from the bridge of his nose, and she even felt a breeze from his fist.

"Get out of my house, I won't stop next time!" Zhang Shaoyang's eyes flashed fiercely, but Liu Zhirong was still there and ignored him. The conflict here was imminent, and at the same time , Liu Mengmeng also fell into a similar situation.

She received more than a dozen photos from An Qian, each of which was different, in different poses, at different locations, at different times, which proved that they had done this kind of thing more than once, the only one. Only the people in the photo are the same. She saw her husband in the photo with An Qian as the protagonist.

They developed each other's bodies in different ways. An Qian's expression was lewd and charming, Song Peng's expression was sometimes enjoyable and sometimes gentle, but none of them were indifference and cruelty towards her. The photos were very clear. don't know who An Qian is. It wasn't intentional, every single one could see the wedding ring on Song Peng's hand.

Shaoyang is right!

Tears kept flowing, she couldn't control herself, it wasn't because of Song Peng's derailment that she was sad and jealous, her tears were because of remorse! She regretted hurting Zhang Shaoyang's heart, and hurt the only man who truly loved her for those self-righteous thoughts.

Angrily slapped herself in the face, she cried and said, "Liu Mengmeng, you are a fool, a fool who was tricked by Song Peng!" The burning pain on her face stimulated her determination, she wiped it away. Dry tears, pack a few changes of clothes and prepare to leave the house.

She is going to see Shaoyang, admit her mistake to him, and hope he can forgive her.

After a few minutes, she packed up everything, looked back at the home where she had lived for more than a year, and turned away without reluctance.

However, just as she was just walking out of the living room, the door of the house suddenly opened and Song Peng came back early.

When he opened the door, he saw Liu Mengmeng standing in front of the door waiting for her at first sight. He laughed very happily, almost ran to her side, hugged her in his arms, and said with a smile, "Wife, how do you know? I'm back? Today's trial went well, let's go out to eat tonight and celebrate!"

Liu Mengmeng didn't answer or move. He felt something was wrong, and only then did he find the luggage in her hand, "What is this?"

"I brought a few pieces of clothes, but nothing else was moved. The deposit slips and bank cards were left in place." Liu Mengmeng looked up at him and said calmly, "Song Peng, let's get together and break up!"

"Why do you talk about this?" Song Peng smiled a little unnaturally. He selectively ignored her last words and asked with a sudden realization, "Oh, do you want to stay at my mother's place for a few days? Okay. Ah, I'll go with you, come and give me the things."

Liu Mengmeng avoided his hand and said, "I saw some photos of you and Sister An. Since you really have feelings for each other, why do you have to be with me? Song Peng, we are divorced. Well, this is good for everyone!"

The smile on Song Peng's face could no longer be maintained, but he still tried his best to control his emotions. He blinked and said, "Okay, we all have mistakes, but you can't break up this family just because of one mistake, you promised. If I don’t get divorced, how can I go back if I say I regret it?”

"Please, don't torture each other any more!" Liu Mengmeng walked away from him and walked towards the door. Song Peng was in a hurry and only had time to grab her shirt. Ripped off most of it by him.

In Liu Mengmeng's terrified scream, Song Peng hurriedly chased after him and explained: "Don't be afraid, Mengmeng, I won't hurt you, please give me one more..." His words stopped abruptly, Song Peng stared at his wife's bare chest and asked with a livid face, "Who did this?"

He only left home for a few hours, and there were many hickeys on his wife's white and tender big tits!