Ye Shaofeng would not help an unknown woman for some reward, but he would help her regardless of any benefits because of the woman's tragic experience.
Ye Shaofeng has chivalry in his heart. When he does things, he does not consider personal interests, but considers whether what he does is right, and the burning heart in his chest.
If, today, he leaves and does not help this young mother, then his own conscience will not go away. When he closes his eyes, he will imagine the tragic scene of a woman being raped by his ugly husband. It is like a nightmare,
Can't go away. So, he wants to help.
When people live in this world, they can do wrong things or stupid things, but they must not do things that grieve their conscience. Once the conscience is gone, that person will be a walking corpse while he is alive.
Walking into the community, Ye Shaofeng asked: "Which building? I'll go find him with you."
The young mother nodded, and the child in her arms was smiling against the cold wind.
I don’t know if this one-year-old child can understand what the adults say. The cold wind blew the child’s little face red.
The child never cried or shed a tear along the way. Even though the cold wind in late autumn hit his face like a knife and hurt like hell, the child did not cry. In his mother's warm embrace, he smiled from time to time.
The eyes are curved into crescents, so cute.
The child is laughing, but the mother is crying. There are no tears on her face, but she is crying in her heart.
A woman who is abandoned by a man is pitiful, and a man who abandons his wife is hateful.
Men who abandon their own families, abandon their beautiful wives and lovely children, and raise women outside should be punished by castration!
Building No. 13, Unit 1.
The windows on the fourth floor are lit with lights. The orange light warms people's hearts. The gauze curtains in the room are drawn, which does not have a blocking effect. This is just a mood. When a man and his lover are alone, this kind of mood is needed.
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The young mother held her child in her arms, looked at the lighted window on the fourth floor, her eyes dim, and then glanced at a Beijing Jeep next to her.
Said: "His car is there, his people are there. It's on the fourth floor, and his lover must be there too."
With that said, the young mother hugged her child and strode into the corridor as if she was charging into battle.
Ye Shaofeng looked at the mother who was in good health, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and he followed in.
In front of that little lover, the young mother is a loser, a loser who can't even stand her husband.
Men feel it is a shame to be a cuckold, and women would be even more ashamed if their husbands were snatched away by others.
He put his finger on the door several times, but did not have the courage to press it down. Ye Shaofeng saw the difficulty of the young mother. Now that he is here, he will help her to the end.
Standing in front of the young mother, Ye Shaofeng stretched out his hand and knocked on the door hard, but did not ring the doorbell, because ringing the doorbell was too polite and he was a man like the one inside and did not need to be respected.
"Bang bang bang" shook the door. The man in the house thought there was an earthquake at first, and the walls of his home were peeling off. Only then did he realize that someone was banging on the door.
The man was rubbing the soles of his lover's feet, like a little eunuch serving his master in the palace. When he looked at his lover, he had a splashing smile on his face.
"There's a knock on the door. Go and open the door. It'll be okay. Your yellow-faced woman is here." The little lover said jokingly.
The man stood up and wiped his hands, which still smelled of foot odor.
He suppressed the smug smile just now, walked to the door with a sullen face, opened it through the peephole, and slapped the door hard with a big hand.
The man opened a crack impatiently and was about to ask a question.
Ye Shaofeng suddenly kicked the door open. The man was kicked into the house by Ye Shaofeng. He rolled on the ground and almost didn't get up.
When I entered the house, I tugged on the telephone cord at the door and cut the cord directly.
"Why is it you!" Ma Teng quickly got up from the ground. He was shocked by Ye Shaofeng's kick just now.
Ye Shaofeng glanced over and saw that this person turned out to be Ma Teng!
Zonghai Group, sales manager.
The Ma Teng who asked Ye Shaofeng to clean the wheels of his car was the same Ma Teng who asked the Four Tigers of Nancheng to beat Ye Shaofeng!
The two of them had been on vacation for a long time. They were really enemies on a narrow road. Today, they actually bumped into each other. It just so happened that they had to settle old and new accounts together!
Ma Teng looked behind Ye Shaofeng. His wife had also followed. She looked even more haggard and had lost weight.
Not only did my wife come, she also came with her child.
The child is about a year old now, and he has never been called daddy. Of course, Ma Teng doesn't want to hear this either. He just wants to be with his lover and have another child.
"How did you get together? Why are you here?" Ma Teng asked again.
Ye Shaofeng closed the door and walked slowly into the room. There was already a heater, and the room was quite warm. Compared with the cold weather outside, it was much more comfortable.
Ma Teng's little lover was still sitting on the sofa, but her face was ugly and a little nervous. She regretted that her mobile phone was charging in the bedroom, otherwise she would have called the police.
The little lover is wearing a sexy silk suspender pajamas. In such a warm room, wearing such clothes will not feel cold at all.
Her breasts are quite big, but not as big as those of a young mother. She looks pretty, but not as beautiful as a young mother.
The little lover's beautiful feet are still resting on the sofa, and the toes are covered with pink nail polish. They look quite sexy. Her skin is also quite white and tender, and she looks about seventeen or eighteen years old.
I didn't expect Ma Teng to like this kind of little woman. Only old men like little women. Real men all like young women.
Ye Shaofeng sat on the sofa, leaned back, looked up and down at his little lover's body, and said, "Sister, are you an adult?"
The little lover didn't dare to speak and was trembling a little with fear.
"Ye Shaofeng, you are breaking into a private house. If you don't leave, I will call the police!" Ma Teng roared. He knew how powerful Ye Shaofeng was, so he didn't dare to fight with him head-on.
"This is your home. If it's yours, it means your wife has half of the property rights! I was invited by your wife. How can you say that I broke into a private house? It's this little vixen who should leave now."
Saying that, Ye Shaofeng turned to look at Ma Teng's little lover, touched his little lover's feet with one hand, and said, "How much will I pay you for being kept by this wretched man for a month?"
Ma Teng rushed to his wife and cursed angrily: "You bastard, call a wild man to my house, I will fucking beat you to death..."
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