Chapter two hundred and thirty fifth wine into sorrow
All this happened too fast. By the time An Yimo came to her senses, Zeng Yurong and An Baoxu had been beaten with bruises and swollen faces. She hurriedly stepped forward and said to Ye Bufan: "Xiaofan, tell them to stop."
No matter what, these two people are also her mother and brother, so she can't watch them being beaten.
Seeing that it was almost done, Ye Bufan waved his hand to Xiao Huangmao, and the few gangsters stopped immediately.
Zeng Yurong and An Baoxu got up from the ground, looked at Ye Bufan, and then their eyes burst into flames, but they did not dare to say anything.
They now understand that once they are disrespectful to the man in front of them, there is no need for him to do it themselves, Xiao Huangmao and the others will never be polite at all.
Ye Bufan glanced at the two people and said: "You go away, remember this from me, don't expect Xiaomo to support you anymore, you have your own hands and feet, and find ways to make money on your own."
Zeng Yurong glared at Ye Bufan viciously and pulled An Baoxu out of the private room together.
An Yimo wanted to chase, but was pulled back by Ye Bufan, "It's definitely useless for you to go now, you can only ask for trouble!"
She thought about it for the same reason. Once she went out, her mother and brother would definitely vent their anger on her.
Xiao Huangmao knew that he was not suitable to stay here anymore, so he stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master Ye, if nothing happens, we will leave. If you have anything to do in the future, please give us instructions directly."
Ye Bufan waved his hand, and the gangsters left the private room together and closed the door behind them.
He patted An Yimo on the shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't control my emotions."
"It's nothing, I know it's not your fault."
An Yimo said this, but she felt very confused in her heart. She knew that Ye Bufan was doing it for her own good, and she also knew that it was her mother and brother who were at fault today.
But no matter what, they are the people closest to me, and I don't know how to face it for a while.
Suddenly she grabbed the wine glass on the table and drank the wine in one gulp.
Finally, he poured a full cup and drank it all again.
He was about to pour more, but Ye Bufan held the bottle down.
An Yimo suddenly threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.
Ye Bufan reached out and patted her on the back, allowing her to let out the grievances she had accumulated for many years in his arms.
After an unknown amount of time, An Yimo stopped crying and began to speak slowly: "From the time I can remember, my mother has always instilled in me the idea of having my younger brother.
She told me that only my younger brother can continue the family lineage of the An family. No matter what I do, I must focus on my younger brother. I cannot quarrel with him or let him be bullied. I must spend the money I make on my younger brother...
My younger brother has grown up under my care, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with doing this.
Until I reached adulthood, because I was beautiful, my mother always wanted me to marry a rich man so that I could provide a large amount of bride price for my brother.
That was the first time I felt unfair and felt rebellious. I have always dreamed of having my own love. I didn’t want it to become a money transaction, let alone spend my whole life with someone I didn’t like.
So from that time on, I started working hard and making money, no matter how much suffering or grievance I suffered, it didn’t matter.
I just want to satisfy my mother and brother, and I hope they won’t touch my bottom line after they are satisfied.
But as time goes by, I realize that all this is a luxury. No matter how hard I try, the speed of making money will never keep up with the speed of their spending.
Their desires are insatiable, and they keep forcing me to marry a rich man..."
At this point, I choked up and started sobbing again.
Ye Bufan said: "Actually, you are wrong in your thinking. They are just your relatives, and you are not their tool to make money.
It is our obligation to support our parents, but it is a pity that your parents are not old enough to be supported yet. They have the ability to work and can rely on their own hands to eat.
Not to mention your brother, there is no reason for you to support such a big man, let alone his wife and his soon-to-be-born child.
You don’t owe them anything, and you have no responsibility or obligation to hand over all the money you earn to them.”
An Yimo said: "But they are my dearest people. I believe they will help me when I encounter difficulties."
Ye Bufan said: "You think too much, in their eyes you are just a tool to make money, without any family affection at all.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t let you live alone in that small house in the village in the city, let alone suck your blood like a bottomless pit..."
As he was talking, he found that the woman had fallen asleep in his arms, with a faint scent of wine coming out of her breath.
As the saying goes, more than one glass of wine will make you sad. An Yimo was already in a bad mood, and coupled with her poor drinking capacity, she became completely drunk after drinking two glasses of red wine in succession.
"Well……"
What else can I drink with such a small amount of alcohol?
There was no other way, Ye Bufan could only carry An Yimo out of the restaurant and put him in his car.
Originally, he wanted to send her back to Tenglong Pharmaceutical, but after thinking about it, it was his workplace after all. If it was known tomorrow that the chairman came back with the drunk general manager, it might not be a good news.
It would make people mistakenly believe that An Yimo became the general manager entirely due to ulterior nepotism.
Thinking of this, he drove directly back to Yunding Villa. Anyway, his family had many houses, so there was no shortage of such a person.
When he got home, he carried An Yimo into the guest room and put her on the bed.
He glanced at the woman on the bed. As the saying goes, a drunken beauty has infinite charm. He experienced it personally today.
At this moment, An Yimo's fair cheeks were flushed with a drunken blush, making her look even more beautiful.
He helped cover the quilt and turned to leave.
But An Yimo, who was drunk, suddenly opened his eyes in confusion, and hugged him by the waist, "Don't go, little prince, don't go, I'm having a hard time looking for you!"
"Well……"
Ye Bufan realized that she had recognized the wrong person and thought he was some kind of little prince, so he hurriedly said: "Xiao Mo, let me go, you have recognized the wrong person!"
But An Yimo had no intention of letting go. She jumped up from the bed and threw herself into Ye Bufan's arms. She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him suddenly with her beautiful red lips.
"Little prince, don't leave. Just take me. I don't want to marry someone I don't like. I want to be your woman."
While muttering to herself, she tore off her clothes, exposing large areas of white skin.
"Well……"
Ye Bufan was attacked by such a beautiful woman. His blood suddenly swelled and his whole body felt like it was on fire.
He quickly reached out and touched An Yimo's sleeping point, and the woman finally calmed down.
Ye Bufan asked her to lie down on the bed, covered her with a quilt, then rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower head, and poured cold water on her body from head to toe, barely extinguishing the fire in her body.
Early the next morning, when An Yimo opened her eyes, she found herself lying in an unfamiliar environment.
An inexplicable panic flashed through her heart, and she quickly checked her underwear and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that there were no signs of being violated.
He rubbed his head vigorously and tried hard to recall what happened last night.
But I only remembered the conflict between Ye Bufan and his mother and brother, and then I couldn’t remember anything, let alone how I got here.
