Huang Ma was even more puzzled. In the past, Yang Wei was so polite and honest in front of her. Especially in the past two years, his son has risen rapidly, and the mother is more valuable than the son. Yang Wei has also received a lot of benefits, and he is almost too polite to his aunt and her family.
He was worshiped as a god. But today, he remained silent and looked ugly.
Huang Ma was used to being irritating. When she saw Yang Wei acting like this, she said displeasedly: "Yang Wei, what are you doing?"
It happened to be a red light, but Yang Wei stepped on the accelerator and rushed over.
Huang Ma was startled: "Yang Wei, what are you doing?"
"Shut up!"
Huang Ma's eyes widened in disbelief. But just as she was about to say something, Yang Wei suddenly turned around and glared at her fiercely. Seeing the fierce look in Yang Wei's eyes, she didn't even dare to say a word, but she felt something was not good in her heart.
She immediately took her mobile phone to call the old man, but Yang Wei reached out and pinched her phone, "Don't call."
"Why?"
"If I tell you not to hit me, I won't hit you."
Huang Ma was shocked.
The car had stopped outside a secluded small house in the suburbs. There were muddy roads, abandoned warehouses, and in the middle of the night, there were many ghosts. Huang Ma's body went limp. After all, she was a woman, and she was so scared that her hair stood on end, and she said in a trembling voice.
: "Yang Wei...Yang Wei...what do you want to do?"
In the darkness, two people rushed up to her, restrained her, and said in a deep voice: "Shut up."
Huang Ma turned around, heartbroken: "Yang Wei, you heartless thing... what on earth do you want to do?"
Yang Wei said coldly: "Auntie, don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame your good son..."
"What happened to my son?"
"You will know then..."
"You dare to do this to me? I want to find Zhou Ting..."
"Stop being so nagging, it will do you no good to be nagging anymore..."
Huang Ma shouted: "Where is your uncle? Where is he? I want to see him..."
"He's in there... You'd better keep your voice down, if you make too much noise, he might die."
Huang Ma was completely shocked.
Huang Xiaojue went straight home.
At the door of the house, he stopped.
In my gut, I felt a cold breath.
He took the key and opened the door by himself. The room was empty and dark. He turned on the light and found his parents' slippers in the entrance. They were not at home.
Both of their cell phones were turned off.
He sat quietly on the sofa for a while, and his cell phone rang.
It was Zhou Ting's impatient voice: "Huang Xiaojue, are you here?"
He said calmly: "I'm at home."
"Okay, you come back to our home right away. I'll wait for you at home."
Huang Xiaojue hung up the phone.
Zhou Ting is waiting at their home.
It was an out-and-out mansion, with all the security measures in place. The surrounding environment was even better, with green trees, flowers and trees, and it was spring, and the air smelled sweet.
Although the extremely grand wedding was low-key, everyone in the industry praised it and countless people were envious of it.
However, he spends very little time here. After being married for more than a year, he and she are both flying trapeze artists, spending at least 300 days out of town 365 days a year.
This is a grand, luxurious hotel.
Huang Xiaojue stepped on the door with both feet, but his heart was surprisingly heavy.
Finally, he opened the door and went in.
Zhou Ting rushed out immediately: "Huang Xiaojue, why did you come back so late?"
He remained calm: "You know, I can't leave in that kind of situation."
Zhou Ting was furious: "Xiaojue, have you heard about Lao A?"
