My husband is born again

Chapter 116 Friend's Wife

Pei Shu smiled bitterly: "Mother, it's really not what you think. Actually... I accidentally fell. It has nothing to do with Ruan Ling."

Yun Pei let out an oh, with a drawn-out ending, apparently in disbelief.

Even my own mother doesn't believe it, let alone outsiders.

The next day, he went out with his arms hanging, and the news spread like flying throughout the entire backing mountain village.

Breaking an arm on the wedding night, how big of a commotion must this be?
Emma, ​​this young couple is too fierce!
The men in the village looked at Pei Shu with envy and jealousy.

As for the women, most of them were grief and indignation.

The Prince Charming in their hearts just fell into the hands of another woman!
And she's a bad girl!
We have to go home the next day after getting married.

Early in the morning, Yun Pei got up to prepare the things for them to return home, plus the dowry gifts and other things, and went around busy.

After Mrs. Pei got up, she saw her grandson's arm was broken, and she was heartbroken for a long time, but she didn't mention those things that made people blush.

Pei Shu heaved a sigh of relief, carrying things in one hand, and went out with Ruan Ling.

Walking on the road in the village, villagers who met the two of them along the way, regardless of gender, looked at Pei Shu's arm.

There are a lot of snickers.

There are also many young girls who look at Ruan Ling with sadness and jealousy.

If eyes could kill, Ruan Ling believed that she would have died a hundred times before leaving the village.

Halfway there, I met Zhu Ziyun walking from the opposite side.

His face was sullen and his expression was a little depressed.

When he saw Pei Shu hanging his arm, he couldn't help opening his eyes wide, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​breaking up with his brother, and couldn't help but ask, "Ashu, what's wrong with your arm?"

"Accidentally fell." Pei Shu replied, "Slight fracture, it's okay."

"Can you still break your arm?" Zhu Ziyun looked suspicious.

He and Pei Shu have known each other since they were young. They grew up together, learned martial arts from the town's martial arts masters, and went hunting together in the mountains.

Although his talent was not as good as Pei Shu's, he still had a vision.

With Pei Shu's ability, if he broke his arm, he would have to fall halfway up the mountain, right?
Who ran up the mountain in the middle of the night on their wedding night?

Zhu Ziyun's mind is not so active, and he can't turn fast enough, so he just nodded when he heard the words: "Oh, then you should be careful in the future. Hmph."

After caring about him, he snorted to express his dissatisfaction with his former best brother.

Pei Shu understood his temperament, and said with a smile, "I'll treat you to a drink when I come back."

"It's not rare!" Zhu Ziyun turned his face away, and couldn't help looking at Ruan Ling.

But he had to refrain from looking at her.

After all, Ruan Ling is now a friend's wife.

Ruan Ling has been standing quietly beside Pei Shu, looking like a well-behaved little daughter-in-law.

After they walked away, the other men laughed and said to Zhu Ziyun: "Pei Shu's daughter-in-law is so handsome. Seeing that Pei Shu's arms are broken, it can be seen that this little daughter-in-law is good on the bed...haha!"

Zhu Ziyun's face darkened when he heard this, and he shouted at him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Yo yo yo, are you angry? Could it be that you are jealous?" The man giggled, "Originally this beautiful daughter-in-law should be yours, who called you a waste? You gave it to others for nothing. If I were you, I would hit the wall in frustration go!"

Zhu Ziyun blushed, and couldn't bear it any longer, so he rushed forward and gave him a fist.

The two got into a fight.

In the end, it was Gao who passed by and saw it, kicked the man over, and dragged his son home angrily.

Zhu Ziyun's face was covered with bruises from the beating. When he returned home, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He sat down on the threshold and cried loudly.

(End of this chapter)