When Yu Jinwen hurried to the apartment, Zhuo Xuan was kneeling on the ground, covering her face and crying.

"Xuanxuan."

When Zhuo Xuan saw Yu Jinwen coming, she felt as if she had seen a savior. She immediately stretched out her arms and threw herself into his arms, "Brother Jin, save me!"

Yu Jinwen saw that the left half of Zhuo Xuan's face was red, and his expression immediately turned cold, with displeasure written on his face. He looked at Yu Fengjiao and said, "Mom, before you come, why don't you say hello to me?"

Even though the eldest daughter of the Yu family, Ms. Yu Fengjiao, is sitting in a wheelchair, she is not losing her momentum at all. She has the posture of a superior, with sharp eyes that are exactly the same as Yu Jinwen's, and a very cold tone.

"You said you were leaving and you were hiding in the golden house. Have you ever said hello to me?"

She was wearing a cheongsam and a thin blanket on her legs. The embroidery on it was very gorgeous and exquisite and was made by Nan Song. The shawl she was wearing was also given by Nan Song.

Yu Fengjiao raised her hand, and Aunt Wei, who was standing behind her, immediately understood and lit a cigarette for her.

Yu Jinwen frowned, "Xuanxuan is not in good health, so don't smoke in front of her."

"Yeah?"

Yu Fengjiao blew out a puff of smoke and glanced at the coffee table, "She has stomach cancer and can still drink coffee leisurely. I don't see that she is not in good health. However, Xiao Song has hypoglycemia, and I haven't seen you care about her."

It’s Nansong again.

Yu Jinwen's eyes were deep and he said coldly: "Lu Nansong and I have divorced, so there is no point in mentioning her."

Yu Fengjiao looked at her son's stern brows and raised the corners of her lips in mockery, "Look at how ruthless my son is. He is exactly like your father. If I had known that all the hard work would give birth to a scumbag, I shouldn't have given birth to you."

When he mentioned his father, Yu Jinwen pursed his thin lips tightly and his expression became a little colder.

"If you're not allowed to talk about Xiao Song, then let's talk about the woman next to you."

Yu Fengjiao took a puff of cigarette and looked at the woman hiding in Yu Jinwen's arms who was crying like a child, with disgust on her face, "That's enough, in front of me, what are you pretending to be? You don't want to imitate, this charming man is really capable.

I learned a lot from your shameless aunt. Didn’t you argue with me eloquently just now? Why are you so weak now? Waiting for your man to stand up for you? Don’t forget, he is my son

.”

Zhuo Xuan bit her lip, she was hating so much in her heart that she didn't dare to show it at all, but her eyes were dim with tears, and she slid down from Yu Jinwen's arms and knelt down sadly, begging Yu Fengjiao.

"Aunt Yu, I know you hate me because of the entanglement with my aunt. My aunt and Uncle Shen really loved each other, just like Brother Jin and I. We have been in love for so many years. If it weren't for our family,

If something goes wrong and you...are trying to stop me, I won't go abroad, let alone break up with Brother Jin. We have been married a long time ago, and maybe you will have a grandson by this time..."

"Oh, what are you dreaming about?"

Yu Fengjiao couldn't stand listening anymore and coldly interrupted Zhuo Xuan, "Let me tell you, Zhuo, even if all the women in the world died and my son died alone, I would not let him marry you. Do you understand?

?”

This damn old witch!

Zhuo Xuan gritted her teeth and wanted to step forward and overturn her wheelchair. If it hadn't been for her strong tactics, how could the Zhuo family have gone bankrupt, and she wouldn't have suffered so much abroad!

It's all this woman's fault. She can't wait to stretch her muscles and peel off her skin to relieve the hatred in her heart!

Yu Jinwen stretched out his hand to pull Zhuo Xuan up and stood in front of her. He met his mother's cold gaze and said, "Mom, I can make the decision on my own marriage, so don't worry about it. He Zhao, send your wife back."

Assistant He stood aside, trying his best to reduce his presence, and stepped forward to ask Yu Fengjiao to leave.

"My son's wings have become stiff and he started to chase his mother away. It's really good."

Yu Fengjiao clapped her hands and sneered, "Son, when your father betrayed me, I lost both my legs. If you dare to marry her, your mother will give you a big gift on your wedding day. If you don't believe me, try

try."

Yu Jinwen looked at his mother's decisive departure, slowly tightened his fists at his sides, his finger bones rang, and he slammed the wall against the wall, causing the wall to tremble.

Zhuo Xuan was startled, "Brother Jin..."

***

After cleaning up Nanya, Nansong went back to the room to take off her makeup and take a shower.

But lying on the bed, I didn't feel sleepy at all, and my mind was full of information about Zhuo Xuan.

In fact, she had known who Zhuo Xuan was and the grievances between the Zhuo family and the Yu family, but she could not figure out why Yu Jinwen had to marry her?

If it were her, if someone dared to take away her father and cause her mother to lose her legs, then she had the intention to kill that woman and wanted to kill her whole family. How could she be on good terms with that person's family?

Yu Jinwen seems to be quite rational, and he doesn't seem to be a love brain. Could it be that he also has double standards and only does this to the women he likes?

Nan Song tossed and turned, the more she thought about it, the more upset she became. Finally, she couldn't sleep, so she simply got up and dialed a number, "Didn't you say you wanted to pick me up? Just tonight, I want to drink."

The night is like ink, but the lights among the water and clouds are like day.

This is the largest luxury club in Nancheng. It has VIP members. You can enter directly by scanning your face. The eyes of the bodyguard at the door are like QR codes. If you don't know the face, you will refuse without saying a word.

A man wearing sunglasses stood at the door with an indifferent face. He would not respond to acquaintances when he saw him. It was not until he saw a red Porsche driving into his sight that he showed a hint of joy.

He walked forward to open the door with small steps, "I thought you weren't coming. I've been waiting for you for half an hour."

"Just wait inside, what are you going to do when you come out?"

Nan Song took off her shoes, put on a pair of golden high heels, got out of the car, and wore a little red dress with suspenders, which was cool and wild. The bodyguards at the door were dumbfounded.

Qi Shao also has a new love? This lady is so pretty.

Bai Luyu looked at Nan Song's attire and nodded with satisfaction, "It looks so good, but it's not much better than dressing like an old nun all day long."

"If you can't speak, just shut up."

Nan Song glared at the younger brother angrily, and as he walked in unobstructed, Bai Qi wanted to take her to the private room. She shook her head and sat down at the bar, "It's boring to go to the private room. You can still see handsome guys here."

.”

She clicked on the bar and ordered a glass of vodka. She drank it without changing her expression like water. Bai Qi said: "You are not a good drinker, drink less."

There was a disturbance in the private room by a guest, and the manager rushed over to invite Bai Luyu.

"I'll go over and take a look. Sit here and wait for me. Don't run around."

Nan Song waved his hand and motioned for him to go quickly.

It had been a long time since she had been to a place with such lively entertainment, and she hadn't had a drink for a long time. As she drank cup after cup, her brain gradually became intoxicated by the alcohol, and more and more handsome guys came to chat with her.

"Beauty, alone? Brother, let me buy you a drink."

Nan Song's cheeks were dyed red. She looked at the man, stretched out her index finger and shook it lightly, "No. You are too ugly and hurt my eyes."

"Little girl, I'm sorry—" The man who was called ugly became angry and was about to attack, but his wrist was held by someone. A tall man came over and said, "What's the point of hitting a woman? How about we practice?"

The man's wrist was sprained, and he knew he couldn't beat him, so he left in anger without saying anything.

The tall man looked at Nan Song, the corners of his lips curled up slightly on his serious face, and his romantic peach blossom eyes raised, "Beautiful young lady, what's the point of just drinking? I'll ask you to dance. Are you willing to show your face?"
Chapter completed!