The Most Beautiful Years Met You [22] She became the object of their quarrel
Ye Hehuan put on her pajamas, wrapped her long hair in a dry hair towel, and looked in the mirror. She felt like an Indian Asan.
Looking in the mirror at her childish features after taking off her makeup, she began to feel faintly worried again. Yu Zhongxiao didn't seem to have made any promises to her in the car just now.
Ye Hehuan felt like an acrobatic clown walking on a tightrope. Although his life was not hanging by a thread, the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became.
After leaving the bathroom, she heard the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, which came from Han Jingqiu's room.
There were also faint sounds of people arguing...
Retracting his feet towards his bedroom, Ye Hehuan looked around, walked over quietly, and secretly lay down at the door of Han Jingqiu's room.
"...Yu Zhongxiao...you...are not human..." Han Jingqiu's voice was obviously crying.
Ye Hehuan moved forward again, and through the door, he overheard Han Jingqiu shouting: "How could you do this to me...Yu Zhongxiao...stop it!"
No way, the battle is so fierce?
In Ye Hehuan's mind, a picture of a man and a woman in love was uncontrollably formed. He even thought to himself whether he would hear Han Jingqiu's moans next. His fair face turned red instantly, but he did not turn around immediately.
Just leave.
Children born in the late 1980s are no longer so conservative in their thinking, especially girls who have lived abroad all year round. They say they are pure only in body. In fact, they have an unknown curiosity about men and women in mind.
Ye Hehuan was not immune to this thirst for knowledge.
Hearing the increasingly fierce commotion inside, she couldn't help but think of her terrible dream last night. The temperature on her face became even higher, and she was just about to sneak back to her room——
Han Jingqiu's bedroom door suddenly opened.
The bright light suddenly flashed into Ye Hehuan's sight, and it was so dazzling that he was caught off guard.
Then, a tall shadow enveloped her slender body, and she stood there for a moment, her lowered eyes falling on the men's cotton slippers.
Han Jingqiu's resentful cry came from the room: "Yu Zhongxiao, if you dare to leave tonight, I will divorce you!"
Ye Hehuan's eyes moved slightly, and she finally realized that things seemed to be a little different from what she thought. In her ears, she could hear the breaking sound of a glass being swept to the ground. Her eyes gradually went up, and she saw a black shirt tied into dark brown casual pants.
, dark gold belt buckle, different from the clothes he wore when he came back.
She raised her head, twitched the corners of her mouth, and pretended to smile casually: "Uncle, are you going out?"
Yu Zhongxiao's expression was not good. He probably did not expect that there would be someone standing at the door. He frowned slightly. Before he could speak, Han Jingqiu also heard Ye Hehuan's voice. At this moment, Han Jingqiu was suspicious and suspicious of any female approaching her husband.
Especially when she saw Ye Hehuan's young and bright face, Han Jingqiu immediately sneered: "Little uncle? What you call is really affectionate."
"Yu Zhongxiao, why didn't I know when you became so familiar with my niece?"
She emphasized the word 'my family' bitterly.
Yu Zhongxiao turned his head and looked at his disheveled wife in the room, frowning and restraining his anger in a deep voice: "Han Jingqiu, please be careful when speaking."
"What did I say?" Han Jingqiu raised her voice, picked up the remote control and threw it at the door: "You raise a woman, don't you allow me to say it?"
The remote control was shattered at Ye Hehuan's feet.
Ye Hehuan jumped back subconsciously, terrified, feeling like he had become cannon fodder, and hurriedly said: "I... I will go back to the room first."
At this moment, Han Jingqiu couldn't think about the problem with normal thinking.
Her beloved husband is pregnant, and there are bite marks from a woman on his neck. How can she accept this fact if she is so proud?
Han Jingqiu remembered that Yu Zhongxiao and Ye Hehuan had just come back together. Also, yesterday Ye Hehuan went to the nursing home to see Han Minjing, and Yu Zhongxiao sent her there. Neither of them went home to spend the night... Her pupils shrank, and she immediately
Pointing at Ye Hehuan who was about to leave, he said angrily: "Stop! Ye Hehuan, do you hear me?"
Ye Hehuan buried his head and wanted to leave this smoke-filled battlefield quickly.
"Yu Zhongxiao, are you disgusting?!" Han Jingqiu's angry shouting echoed throughout the house.
When Yu Zhongxiao heard this, his whole face became gloomy, and he couldn't bear it: "You know what you are talking about and what you are doing? She is your niece!"
When Han Jingqiu heard him defending the little vixen like this, she became more convinced of her guess. She randomly grabbed a shard of glass on the ground and rushed over to hit Ye Hehuan.
"What are you doing!" Yu Zhongxiao, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed her arm and shouted coldly.
"Let me go! Yu Zhongxiao, let me go...you know what I want to do! If you didn't come back last night, what did you do with her in Binjiang Garden?!"
Ye Hehuan, who had just walked to the door of his room, his heart pounding, turned around when he heard Han Jingqiu's frantic shouting——
Yu Zhongxiao was holding Han Jingqiu tightly, the veins on his forehead were protruding, and the muscles of his arms under his shirt were tense, as if he was trying to suppress the emotions that were about to explode. He suddenly raised his head and said to Ye Hehuan who was stunned: "Don't come back yet.
Go to the room?"
His eyes were extremely cold and a little impatient, whether it was towards her or Han Jingqiu. Ye Hehuan was startled, then immediately opened the door and hid in the room.
After closing the door with his backhand, Yu Zhongxiao's warning voice floated in through the crack in the door: "That's enough!"
…
The door blocked out the noise of the quarrel outside.
Ye Hehuan sat on the chair and heard her grandfather's angry scolding, Han Jingqiu's louder cries, and the nanny's dissuading voice.
She seemed to hear Mrs. Tang exclaiming: "Uncle...your hands..."
A few years later, she heard a similar quarrel again, but the protagonist was no longer her parents.
For some reason, suddenly, she was like a duckweed floating in the ocean, unable to find a point to support her balance. She was at a loss as to what to do. She took out her mobile phone and called Yan Yu, wanting to hear what happened.
The voice reassured her, but a busy signal came from the receiver.
Yan Yu shut down his phone.
Quietness gradually returned to the outside, and except for Han Jingqiu's cry and the sound of the door slamming, there was no other sound.
Ye Hehuan bit her lip, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart. She dialed Qin Shousheng's number and told him about the war that had just happened in the Han family. She finally added: "If you say you want to quarrel, just quarrel. Why drag me into it? I won't."
I didn’t eavesdrop at the door on purpose.”
"Did you do anything in front of your aunt that made her feel that her self-esteem was damaged?"
"What can I do...just say hello."
The more Ye Hehuan talked, the more upset he became, so he simply said goodbye to him, threw the phone aside, sat for a while, stood up, opened the door and went out.
…
In the corridor, Mrs. Tang, who was wearing a coat, was cleaning up, sweeping the blood-stained glass pieces into the dustpan.
When Ye Hehuan saw it, his eyelids twitched and he walked over: "Has anyone cut their hand?"
Sister-in-law Tang glanced at the closed door of Han Jingqiu's bedroom, sighed, and said in a low voice, "Who else can it be? Third aunt."
"Is he injured?" After he asked the question, Ye Hehuan realized how stupid his question was.
Sister-in-law Tang nodded and made some gestures on the back of her hand, her expression slightly exaggerated: "It's a very long and deep cut, and the whole hand is red. The third uncle didn't even blink. If it were an ordinary person, who would
I can bear it. In the past two days, I see that my uncle's cold has not improved, and now this trouble is simply making it worse."
"The third young lady seemed to suspect that my uncle had someone outside. The way he shouted and killed was completely different from usual. It made the old chief very angry. The third uncle didn't even bandage his hands, didn't take his coat, and didn't say a word.
Just went out, you said, I finally came back from vacation and still made such a fuss..."
Ye Hehuan returned to the room, opened the curtains and looked down. The Wrangler at the door was no longer there.
Han Jingqiu's angry accusations seemed to still be in her ears.
Ye Hehuan fell on the bed and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling. Han Jingqiu said that Yu Zhongxiao had sex, but in fact Han Jingqiu herself was not much better. She was thinking about the intellectual beauty in the bar and the violinist Han Jingqiu brought home.
Such a couple reminded her of an idiom--like a raccoon dog.
It seems that no one is any better than anyone else.
The door of the room was lightly knocked a few times. Ye Hehuan sat up wrapped in quilt and heard her grandfather's voice: "Huanhuan, are you asleep?"
She went over to open the door and deliberately yawned: "Grandpa, what's the matter?"
When Mr. Han saw her like this, he was relieved and his eyes were kind: "Nothing happens, I just came to see you, go to bed early."
"I'll push you back to your room."
Mr. Han waved his hand and looked at her damp hair: "Before going to bed, remember to blow dry your hair."
He said, paused, and then said: "What your aunt said just now..."
"I know she said that because she was so angry." Ye Hehuan smiled and said, "I didn't take it seriously."
Mr. Han nodded, still feeling angry: "She is getting more and more shameless now, and she doesn't cover up her words. She has made the whole family miserable."
Normally, Ye Hehuan would be happy to add fuel to the fire, but now she caught a glimpse of the old man's gray hair at the temples. She couldn't say anything provocative. When Mrs. Tang came to push Mr. Han away, Ye Hehuan closed the room.
When I opened the door, I heard the conversation between grandpa and Mrs. Tang.
"Where is Zhong Xiao? He's not back yet?"
"My uncle called just now and said he wouldn't go home tonight to avoid getting into trouble with the third lady again." Sister-in-law Tang explained.
Ye Hehuan went to bed and glanced at his mobile phone on the desk.
Late at night, her hands and feet were cold, so she covered herself in the quilt, holding her phone with her fingers, opened her address book, and turned to the contacts section starting with the letter 'n'.
Ye Hehuan stared at the unfamiliar number, which was Yu Zhongxiao's number.
He left in the middle of the night, his hands were bleeding, and he was tired. Where would he go? Her first reaction was to think of the beauty in the bar.
Generally speaking, men who are angry at red roses will run to white roses to seek comfort.
Maybe Yu Zhongxiao is lying on White Rose's bed at the moment, accusing his wife of being arrogant and unreasonable.
In her mind, his lonely profile as he sat in the car suddenly appeared. That scene was lingering. She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart when she thought of him sleeping with another woman tonight, so she edited a text message.
To harass a man who may be in Wenrou Village: "Uncle."
There were only three words. Until she sent it out, she couldn't figure out why she did it.
After a while, the phone vibrated.
【Something happened?】
The same reply as last night.
Ye Hehuan curled his fingers and held the phone in his hand. After a long time, he sent it - [It's okay, where are you?]
This time, Yu Zhongxiao did not come back.
The screen of her phone went dark, then she clicked it on again, staring at his replies from yesterday to today, which in total did not exceed twenty words.
She dialed the number.
After ringing for a long time, the other party didn't answer. Her heart sank to the bottom. She didn't guess that he had gone to take a shower again. She felt that he seemed to have deliberately not answered.
Because of Han Jingqiu’s hysterical words tonight.
Ye Hehuan drew back her thread, turned her head, and looked at the dark night sky, suddenly feeling aggrieved in this unquiet night.
She sent another text message - [Why don't you answer my call?]
With a childish accusation.
After a long time, he replied, but in Ye Hehuan's opinion, it was better not to reply. He said - [Go to rest early.]
An emotion called loss spread throughout her body.
Previous guesses were confirmed.
She suddenly lifted the quilt, got off the bed, and neatly put on jeans and a down jacket. Before going out, she turned back and took the paper bag with the black coat. The whole room was quiet, and she groped downstairs without turning on the light.
, sneaked out of the Han family.
Some behaviors are nothing more than a hot impulse.
Ye Hehuan stopped a taxi at the entrance of the compound. When she reported the address of Binjiang Garden to the driver, she vaguely realized that she was doing something stupid.
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[It turns out that dad is a vixen mistress]
One night, Mrs. Yu accompanied Mr. Yu to attend the wedding of a business partner.
Arriving at the scene, Mrs. Yu suddenly understood why Mr. Yu had repeatedly emphasized that he should take care of his family.
Mr. Yu took the initiative to say hello to a certain ex-husband, and even had a "very pleasant conversation." When the other bosses saw Mrs. Yu's three children surrounding her, they said with envy: "Mr. Yu is so lucky. He has a wife and children."
Mr. Yu smiled and said nothing. After a while, he turned to a certain ex-husband and said, "I originally thought about booking a baby wedding with the Pei family in the future."
It is no secret in the circle that Mrs. Pei has been married into the Pei family for many years and has nothing to do.
A certain ex-husband's face darkened.
On the way home, Mrs. Yu expressed dissatisfaction with Mr. Yu's petty behavior.
Mr. Yu: "What did I say, or what did I do?"
Mrs. Yu: "You know it in your heart."
Mr. Yu: "I understand what's going on. I haven't done anything to him yet. What do you want to do for him?"
Mrs. Yu thought that he was just looking for trouble, so she rolled her eyes, tilted her head, and pretended to sleep.
The rich guy with a tough head and a tough brain was holding his sister who was blowing bubbles from behind and looked at him in confusion. He turned to look at the rich guy who was playing PSP with his legs crossed.
The wealthy brother glanced ahead, leaned closer and whispered to his younger brother: "He snatched Xiaobai from someone else."
The rich boy suddenly realized: "I understand, it turns out that my father was born as a vixen mistress."
