The mother and daughter left in tandem, and the house was so turbulent that none of the servants dared to come out first. So it also caused such an embarrassing situation.
Han Yuan's complexion was red and white. He stood still and didn't know what he was thinking. There was a huge sense of powerlessness in his heart. He knew that he could not get a divorce.
Usually, relying on the Mu family's power, he always holds the air when socializing outside, and never saves face to others. Once he is divorced, I'm afraid I don't know how many people are waiting to step on him severely.
At this time, Han Qingyin hesitated to walk out, gently tugged at the corner of Han Yuan's clothes, and muttered, "Dad, did I cause trouble..."
Han Yuan was feeling irritable, and did not find who the person behind him was. He threw his hand away and blurted out, "Get out!"
Huge strength hits the slender wrist, and instantly a large area of redness, Han Qingyin's deep pupils flashed with a cold light that is imperceptible, and quickly disappeared, half aggrieved and half puzzled, whispered in pain, "Dad You hurt me!"
The little girl’s soft glutinous accent awakened Han Yuan who was still thinking. He turned around abruptly and saw his daughter who was carved out of a mold with his beloved woman. At this time, her dark and moist eyes were shining. Tears, Hyun Ran looked up at him weepingly.
Han Yuan's anxious mood suddenly disappeared a lot, and he raised his hand to touch her long hair, and said, "Sorry, soft tone, I scared you."
Han Qingyin gently shook his head, hugged his arm in love, and asked in a low voice, "Dad, I just heard it. It's because of me that you and your mother are in this way, right, or you Send me, send me away..."
Speaking of the end, it was hard to hide the loss, sobbing lowly.
The crying Han Yuan's heart also twitched, and his resentment towards Muhan's mother and daughter grew a little deeper.
He reluctantly laughed and asked Han Qingyin, "Qingyin, don't talk nonsense, how could dad send you away? But 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, "My home is where my father is!"
Compared with the aggressiveness of the eldest daughter, it is obvious that the younger daughter's Xiaoniai is more pitiful.
This is his good daughter, and Mu Qingyuan--
Humph! He just assumed that he had never given birth to this daughter.
Without packing up his luggage, Han Yuan led Han Qingyin out of the Mu Family Villa step by step.
When standing at the door and looking back, a trace of dismay flashed in his eyes.
But he believes that Muhan, who loves him the most, is just a moment of anger. When the anger is over, he will definitely apologize to him and beg him not to divorce.
Han Yuan thought well, but didn't know that with Su Kui, he might never have waited for that day.
He got on the black Mercedes and galloped away. Before leaving, through the car window, Han Qingyin's deep pupils flashed bloodthirsty, the corners of his lips raised an evil smile, and soon disappeared.
Silently opened his mouth:
Mom, sister, wait for me to come back--
The night is like thick ink, and there is no light in the deep. The moisture peculiar to the night slowly infiltrates the air. Su Kui leaned on the window sill, and looked around the music fountain, the gravel path, and followed the bright taillights of Mercedes-Benz. Going all the way, until no more shadows can be seen.
Withdrawing his gaze, Su Kui slowly rubbed her tender white fingertips, quietly thinking.
This step of hers was a dangerous move. Although she forced Han Yuan and Han Qingyin out of the Mu family, and avoided future leaks of company secrets, it will undoubtedly make Han Qingyin blacker faster.
Thinking of this, Su Kui couldn't help but look forward to it. What will she do next