Chapter: 1
— Ding Dong ——
Phone message prompt sound.
"Please go to the hospital to donate blood as soon as possible." When Su Nan saw this message, her expression froze for a while, as if her chest had been hit hard.
The person who sent the message noted "husband".
— Ding Dong ——
Immediately after another message, the bank card received a transfer of 500,000 yuan.
Look through the history "Remember to go to the hospital."
Transfer five hundred thousand.
"Remember to come to the hospital to donate blood."
Transfer five hundred thousand.
"Please go to the hospital immediately."
Transfer five hundred thousand.
...
After three years of marriage, Fu Yechuan's proactive contact was all to get her to go to the hospital to donate blood, no, sell blood, sell it to...Qiao Wanrou.
And he treats himself like a stranger forever.
This month, three times already, she has exceeded her body's capacity.
Su Nan was sitting on the sofa, her eyes were sore and blurred unconsciously. Yesterday, she was drenched in the rain for more than an hour at the door to wait for him to get off work. Today, she was not feeling well and was dizzy, so she didn't go to the company. Fu Yechuan ...Maybe he didn't know she had a fever.
"Ahem..."
Su Nan held the phone, hesitating how to reply, and suddenly a strange text message broke her last persistence and self-esteem.
"Even if you are Mrs. Fu, it's just a cover. You shamelessly occupied this position for three years. How much did Fu Yechuan look at you? He rested at my place last night. If I were you, I would hang him with a rope." Forget it, you're just a meddling mistress!"
Little mistress?
Su Nan's mood was a bit depressed and heavy, and she was shocked. She was the righteous Mrs. Fu, she gave up her family and friends, and managed a marriage for three years, but she was called such a despicable word?
Her chest seemed to be hit hard by something, and the feelings accumulated in those humble days suddenly shattered to the ground.
And then a photo was sent to her mobile phone. It was Fu Yechuan's peaceful sleeping face. His handsome facial features were like carved works, which made her fall infatuated like moths to a flame, as if to verify what she said just now.
And the woman leaning on his shoulder was Qiao Wanrou. Although both of them had their eyes closed, the corners of Qiao Wanrou's raised mouth betrayed her sobriety at the moment.
They are more like a pair of close lovers!
The phone rang suddenly, it was from the Fu family's old house.
Subconsciously picked it up, Fu Yechuan's mother, Qu Qing, urged the order without being polite.
"Su Nan, have you forgotten what day it is today? The servant is off today, so hurry up and cook!"
Su Nan sneered, and hung up the phone without saying a word!