The cool moonlight fell on the floor through the cracks of the curtains that had not been closed.

　　Wen Fei Yi lowered his head to look at the iPad on the bed.

　　There was a report of the day-to-day news of this afternoon.

　　Feng's consortium had just taken over an international big project, and the woman who appeared in the camera with her husband, Feng Qing was her sister—Wen Mange.

　　The reporters were asking when Feng Qing would get married and have children.

　　Some reporters even teased that in order to celebrate the completion of this big project, would Mr. Feng spend the spring night with Miss Wen as a reward for each other?

　　In the picture, the handsome man pursed his lips and did not answer. He seemed to be impatient, but he still maintained his demeanor very well.

　　"It's not convenient to answer personal questions. Please don't focus on private life." Wenmange smiled happily and shyly in front of the camera, and acquiesced in all that Feng Zhan had not yet had time to answer.

　　Looking at the video, Wen Feiyi suddenly wanted to tell everyone loudly that Feng Che was married and his wife was himself.

　　They also had children, and their sons were cute and smart...

　　But he couldn't.

　　Wen Fei read the entire report as if he were taunting himself.

　　She hugged herself with her arms as if she could protect herself from all the harm.

　　When he was about to turn off the iPad, the door of the room was pushed open.

　　It turned out to be Feng Zhan.

　　Shouldn't he be with Wen Mange? Why would he suddenly come back?

　　As soon as she got up and sat down, she was suddenly thrown to the bed by the seal.

　　His body was boiling hot, and his generous body trapped her firmly on the bed.

　　She smelled the smell of wine on his body and wanted to push him away, but he cut her head with his hands.

　　Feng Che kissed her in a random way and tore off her pajamas with his big hand.

　　His movements were overbearing and intense. Like a soulless toy, Wen Feiyi was invading every part of his body.

　　In the past two years of marriage, he had been so rude to ask her for help without any pity.

　　He never cared about her feelings. In his world, she had always been an important person.

　　In the dark room, the smell of love was filled with the smell of alcohol. Feng Che fiercely wanted her and kissed her neck silently and violently.

　　She wanted to ask, "Do you know who I am, Feng Zhan? The woman under your feet is surnamed Wen, but not Wen Mange."

　　"Feng Zhan, do you know? I am Wen Feiyi, and I am your wife."

　　But she couldn't ask.

　　She was mute.

　　。。。。。

　　The morning sun shone into the bedroom.

　　But she was the only one left on the huge bed.

　　He was alone, and the man beside him was no longer there.

　　Wen Feiyi picked up the pajamas scattered all over the floor and put them on.

　　She dragged her sour and soft body into the bathroom to wash up. When she pushed the door open, she found that Feng Zhan had just finished taking a shower and was ready to take a bath towel.

　　Feng Qing's body was as perfect as his handsome face, and his well-defined body made countless young ladies drool.

　　However, there were several bright paw prints on his chest and waist.

　　It was caught by her last night...

　　Wen Feiyi glanced at it and turned around subconsciously.

　　Feng Che sneered. "I don't know how many times I've slept. Are you afraid of taking a look at me?"

　　Was he ridiculing her for pretending to be innocent?

　　Wen Feiyi's lips moved, but he still couldn't make a sound to defend himself.

　　He put on a bath towel and went out. He said in a low voice, "Hurry up and wash your clothes. Go downstairs quickly. Little Feng Yue has already got up."

　　The older the Feng, the younger their son was, the one-year-old.

　　Wen Feiyi touched his nose. It was only then that he remembered that he had said that he would take the little fellow out to play today.

　　She didn't dare to look up because she was afraid to see the look of disdain in her eyes. She just nodded hard to show that she knew it.

　　After getting changed and going downstairs, Wen Feiyi saw Feng Che sitting on the sofa and playing with the little fellow.

　　He was wearing a gray casual suit, and his simple clothes could also reveal a different kind of extravagance.

　　He held little Feng Yue in his arms and giggled.

　　Seeing her coming over, Feng Che put down his son. "Let's go. We're going out."

　　He stood up and naturally reached out his hand to her.

　　Wen Fei Yi had already packed up his son's small backpack, which contained his small water cup and tissue. She thought he was asking for something from her, so she handed it to him in a hurry.

　　In a hurry, her white fingertips gently rubbed against the back of his hand.

　　Feng Jian looked down at her hand and then at the small backpack that he handed over. He frowned and didn't pick it up. His beautiful hand was still stiff in the air.

　　Was he so disgusted with her touch?

　　He would frown even if he touched the back of his hand.

　　Wen Feiyi's eyes dimmed.

　　She directly hung her son's little shell backpack on his wrist, and then quickly withdrew her hand.

　　"Mommy... let's go together..." The little fellow was very dependent on her mother. She waved her pudgy little arms and asked her to hug her.

　　Wen Feiyi squatted down and kissed her son's lovely little face.

　　Then he waved his hand and spoke to them with a lip gesture, "Goodbye."

　　The little fellow was very smart. She immediately understood that her mother would not go out with him and her father.

　　"I want MaMa..." He drooped his little face, grabbed her fingers, pitifully swaying back and forth. The small appearance of the pink jade pendant and the pair of watery eyes made it difficult to refuse.

　　But Wen Feiyi still touched the tip of the little guy's nose, forcing himself to smile and shake his head.

　　Feng Qing cast a cold glance at the baby's bag on his wrist, and finally took back his hand coldly.

　　She didn't want to be with him... She didn't want her son to stay with her.

　　"Oh."

　　Feng Che picked up his son and walked out without looking back.

　　His son was carrying a small beetle bag on his back. Every two steps he took, the Beetle's tentacles would sway twice, like a cute little baby coming out of a cartoon. The handsome husband was holding his cute son in his arms, and the picture was warm and beautiful.

　　Since the birth of the little fellow, Feng Che had almost never missed his every step of growth.

　　He was a good father, but not her good husband.

　　She also held her husband's hand and went out with her son without scruple, just like she did in an ordinary family.

　　But she couldn't do that.

　　She could clearly see the coldness and frown in his eyes just now.

　　Because she was mute;

　　What's more, she became his wife in a shameful way;

　　Therefore, she became an existence that made him feel disgusted and ashamed of his family.

　　Everyone knew that the first young lady of the Wen family was Wen Mange, and the Wen family was engaged to the Feng family, so they should think that Wen Mange was a perfect match for Feng Zhan.

　　But no one knew that she was the real daughter of the Wen family, the only daughter of the Wen family. And Wen Mange was nothing.

　　Twenty years ago, Wen Mu's mother lost her baby after giving birth to a daughter.

　　Wen father had asked for anything from this daughter. He almost held her in his palm and grew up. He wanted nothing more than to hold everything in front of her.

　　But 20 years later, when Wen Mu's father was seriously ill, he found that Wen Mange was held in the wrong.

　　Wen Feiyi, the real daughter of the Wen family, was a mute who grew up in a poor family.