Newlyweds are in a hurry: the exorbitantly expensive wife of a famous family 1562. Chapter 1562 Heaven's law is manifest and retribution is unhappy [21]
1562. Chapter 1562 Heaven's law is manifest and retribution is unhappy [21]
Ye Tengda, who has been shrewd all his life, never thought that he would be as embarrassed as he is today.
The family is ruined, the career is lost, the power is cut off, and even the daughter I love the most has become someone else’s bastard!
And he was actually deceived for more than twenty years!
How stupid is he!!!
Ye Tengda, whose blood pressure skyrocketed, passed out at the door of the detention ward and was sent to the emergency room for rescue.
Now his condition has improved. Although he is still in a coma, his blood pressure has been controlled and he was transferred to a general ward.
The ward of Nuoda was quiet, with only the monitor connected to the finger making a beeping sound.
And the sound seemed to fluctuate with his mood.
He seemed to have had a dream.
In the dream, there was a woman he hated so much, and her charming and clear voice kept whirling around.
Every word, every word, is like a knife cutting through iron like mud, using the sharp tip to dig out the flesh of his heart——
"The laws of heaven are clear, and there will be retribution!"
"Ye Jiaojiao? What does your and Jiang Zhenfu's daughter have to do with me? Apart from taking over the Ye family's surname and winning the heart of Ye Tengda's thousand-year-old green bastard, she is a bastard. Doesn't she have any bloodline with Ye Jiaojiao?
Home, huh?"
"Liu Mengru tried every possible means to plot against me and chose a good son-in-law for Ye Jiaojiao to build bridges and roads. But Ye Jiaojiao didn't appreciate it. Instead, she poached her own mother and forced her old lover to come over. In the end... it was a kiss.
father!"
"I want to know even more what the expressions of Ye Jiaojiao and the others involved will be when they find out about this."
"..."
Retribution, retribution!
The beating frequency of the monitor suddenly accelerated.
Ye Tengda, who was screaming in his heart, suddenly opened his eyes.
A few lines at the end of the eyes, like the marks carved by a knife, are squeezed deeply into the corners of the eyes.
His majestic face with Chinese characters makes him look even more weathered.
And there was actually a glimmer of light hanging from the corners of his eyes.
A cold light shone in his eyes, and he looked up at the snow-white ceiling, unable to return to his senses for a long time.
But in his mind, that familiar face and clear voice were spinning around, around, and around like a curse, driving him almost crazy!
Action is the wise way.
Ye Tengda sat up in the hospital bed.
He quickly pulled out the needle in his hand and the soft clip of the monitor, stood up suddenly, held on to the wall and rushed out the door.
There is only one thought in my mind.
——He wants to find Liu Mengru, that bitch, to find out everything!
outside the door.
Jia He came over after getting the news. Because Ye Tenda was still in a coma, he didn't rush in first. Instead, he talked to the doctor in charge outside.
But before he could say a few words, he heard a loud "bang" sound coming from behind him.
Can't help but look back.
When he saw Ye Tengda, who was angry and pale as wax, he was startled at first, and then hurried to stop him.
"Brother Ye, why are you up? Go back and rest quickly..."
Ye Tengda seemed to have ignored his words.
The whole person seemed to be stunned. She gave him a cold look, shook off his blocking hand, and walked towards the safe passage at the front of the corridor.
Seeing this, Jia He knew what was going on, and also guessed that Ye Tengda was going to settle the score with Liu Mengru.
Of course I won't really block him.
There is even some element of gloating about one's misfortune.
But with Bo Jinghan's instructions in front of him, he naturally couldn't show off his face. Instead, he put on a look of concern, nodded to the attending doctor who was still standing aside, and hurriedly chased after him.
