"Well, yes, Aunt Yang, don't worry."

"How about I send you the little clothes I just knitted for you to take a look at. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, I'll change it. I have nothing to do now. Chang Mu doesn't allow me to be busy with work. I can only rely on these every day.

Fun time.”

Qiao Muyuan's eyes were hot and his nose was sore. It took him a long time to respond: "Aunt Yang, keep it for now. We will get it another day."

"Okay, okay." Yang Shuzheng did not force her, "Mu Yuan, Chang Mu has a bad temper. If there is anything about him that makes you unhappy, you must tell me and I will beat him to death.

"

"No, he's fine." Qiao Muyuan was almost speechless, so she made an excuse, "Auntie, I'm going out, I'll call you another day."

"Okay, you're busy."

Putting down the phone, Qiao Muyuan's eyes were wet and hot.

In a sense, she has nothing to do with Aunt Yang. Those small clothes knitted by Aunt Yang will be left to Ji Changmu's future children.

She and Ji Changmu will not have children.

After regaining her composure, Qiao Muyuan wiped the tears from her eyes, lowered her head and continued to read the documents Jing Rui had sent her.

Not long after, Qiao Muyuan's WeChat message rang.

She opened it and a stranger joined her.

After passing, Qiao Muyuan didn't care anymore.

However, WeChat kept ringing, and the stranger she had just added sent her a lot of photos, all of which were ambiguous photos of Ji Changmu and Lu Siyu.

Qiao Muyuan had no time to delete it, her fingers trembled slightly as she typed a few words: Who are you?

The other end immediately sent a series of triumphant emoticons, replying to her: janna, what do you think?

Qiao Muyuan paused, she knew, yes.

At this time, no one hated her more.

Just as she was about to block him, she moved faster and immediately sent a series of candid photos of Ji Changmu.

In the most ambiguous picture, Lu Siyu holds Ji Changmu's arm. Judging from the photo, he is almost being held in Ji Changmu's arms, with Ayong still beside him.

The two flirted unscrupulously.

He took revenge on Qiao Muyuan like crazy, typing quickly: "Janna, retribution comes so quickly. I said last time that your husband would definitely cheat on you in the future. Didn't you tell me right?"

"Janna, you don't think that your husband will hang himself on your tree because you are young and beautiful, do you? You are so naive. He can scheme against others just as he can scheme against you."

"Janna, I have been so happy recently. I was very happy when I got these photos. Your husband really has a mistress. Let me guess when you will get divorced?"

Qiao Muyuan blocked the call with trembling hands.

She already knew she had won.

Instead of defeating her, she lost to Ji Changmu.

Without Lu Siyu, there would be other women. As long as he doesn't love her anymore, there will be more mistresses and mistresses in the future.

The only person she lost to was Ji Changmu.

Those photos were swirling in her mind, like a knife piercing her heart.

It turned out that Ji Changmu had fallen in love with Lu Siyu before the divorce and had been intimate with her.

No wonder Ji Changmu reacted so strongly when she said she wanted to expel Lu Siyu, and he didn't hesitate to quarrel with her.

Qiao Muyuan had a splitting headache, and the painkillers seemed to have lost their effect.

The ring on her hand seemed to be mercilessly mocking her.

But she still couldn't be like Ji Changmu, who took off the ring unscrupulously, desperate to get it over with.
Chapter completed!