you are my summer cool

Chapter 2 Can your conscience be at ease?

Ban Xia was startled, gritted her teeth and resisted, "Ye Muliang, what are you doing? Let me go."

"What am I doing, don't you ask knowingly?"

"No, don't, let me go, I'm not Wen Wanyuan, let alone a tool to vent your desire." She shouted with difficulty.

However, what he got in exchange was even more vigorous torture.

He clamped her flailing hands, clamped her flailing legs, raised his hand to pinch her chin, and said wickedly: "Don't you think about it? Just looking at my body, didn't you just linger on it? Why? , and now come to play hard-to-get tricks with me again?"

He drank some wine, even though he took a shower, the alcohol was still in his bones and blood, ready to make trouble.

Ban Xia also seemed to smell the alcohol-like breath coming out of his breath, she was really afraid that he would mess around, she opened her mouth and said: "Grandpa is resting in peace, you just do this kind of thing, can your conscience be at ease? "

Ban Xia knew that Ye Muliang was an extremely filial grandson, especially when he treated his grandfather with great respect and love.

You know, he hated her since he was a child.

But in order to fulfill his grandfather's last wish, he still had to bear the burden and married her.

After his grandfather passed away, he was sluggish for a while, and he kept his mourning for seven days and seven nights. If Wen Wanyuan hadn't told her these days that Ye Muliang had been with her all the time, she wouldn't have filed for divorce so quickly.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, his movement of tearing her clothes stopped instantly.

In the end, one turned over and lay beside her. He closed his eyes lightly, with a haggard face, but in an extremely cold voice, he sternly said to her, "Get out, get out."

Ban Xia didn't want to provoke him any more, so she quickly sat up, arranged her clothes, and quickly ran out of the room.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Ban Xia dragged the suitcase downstairs.

In the restaurant downstairs, the Ye family was sitting.

Those were Ye Muliang's parents. Logically speaking, she and Ye Muliang were married, so she should call them parents.

She dragged the suitcase and walked over, lowered her head and shouted, "Dad, Mom."

"Xiao Xia, where are you going?" Ye Zhenyuan frowned, looking at Ban Xia coldly.

A middle-aged man in his 50s, although he has gone through many vicissitudes, he still looks majestic and domineering.

Ban Xia respects him a lot, even though he looks fierce.

Lowering her head, she politely replied, "Dad, I still have a job in Australia, so I have to go back first."

"Is work more important than family? You haven't seen how sad Mu Liang was after your grandfather passed away. He quit his job there and spent more time with Mu Liang."

"I said you just let her go. My Ye family has raised her so much and has already done her best to her. It would be better for her to leave, so that the house will be quiet." Zhao Shufen continued, glancing at Banxia with disdain.

This is a middle-aged woman who is also in her 50s, full of aristocratic air, her eyes are arrogant, and she can't tolerate sand in her eyes. She always feels that her daughter-in-law should be the kind of daughter-in-law who was born noble, quiet and virtuous. .

It's not like Ban Xia, a wild child picked up by the old man from outside, whose parents don't even know who it is.

So from the beginning, she didn't like Ban Xia.

But since the old man arranged to marry her son, she had nothing to say.

Seeing her wanting to leave now, she wished for it.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ye Zhenyuan stared at Zhao Shufen with a dignified manner: "Since we are married to Mu Liang, we are Mu Liang's wife and our daughter-in-law."

(End of this chapter)