Ex-husband always wants to remarry me

475 Chapter 2 Half a catty ([-])

"Hmm..." Zhao Yifei clutched his stomach and curled up on the soft bed, the cold sweat that had finally stopped flooding his head again at this moment.

"Is my cousin becoming angry? That's right, as long as a normal man encounters this kind of thing, he will feel angry. However, I said this today for the good of my cousin. It is better to recognize some things a little bit, so as to save someone Some people can't recognize their own position, think about grabbing things from others beyond their limits, and end up taking their own lives."

After Zhao Youming warned someone, it seemed that it was not enough, so he added a few words in a low voice: "But speaking of it, cousin, you are still young, and the days ahead will be long, so don't be too discouraged. Well-developed, maybe one day you will have a chance to be cured of your illness. However, it is troublesome to say it this way. According to me, cousin, you were so careless before, and you were entangled with so many women at a young age. Why? I never thought about leaving a bloodline for myself at that time. If you could have such a consciousness at that time, there would not be so many things now, cousin, are you right?"

The pain in Zhao Yifei's stomach finally eased a little, and when he heard Zhao Youming's sarcasm, his face turned blue and white, white and blue again.

Just when Zhao Youming thought he was going to fight himself desperately with anger, Zhao Yifei suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahahaha..."

The juvenile's clear and hoarse laughter continued to echo in the empty room. People who didn't know heard it might think that the owner of the laughter heard some funny joke or something good happened.

But Zhao Youming, who was the only listener, frowned fiercely, and was a little surprised by Zhao Yifei's unusual performance.

Zhao Yifei had had enough laughing, his eyes were red, he raised his eyes and stared at Zhao Youming coldly with a sneer, "Zhao Youming, how are you better than me? What right do you have to laugh at me? Don't forget, now the Zhao family can In addition to the man who left the Zhao family's blood, there is already a bastard who has just been recognized from outside."

Zhao Yifei sneered almost morbidly, "He is a legitimate orthodox bloodline. Although he is a monk halfway, he is not the same as an illegitimate child like you who is deliberately hidden outside. If I still have the ability to bear children, I will give birth to a great-grandson for grandpa." Come, maybe you can still compete with him. And you..."

Zhao Yifei relaxed his body and went back, looking at Zhao Yuming with mockery and jokes in his eyes: "And you, what kind of onion are you? A bastard who has no name and no distinction, and the children born are just like you, the same You are also a lowly breed with no name and distinction, no matter how many births you have, it is useless! In this way, how can you be better than me? Zhao Youming, I also advise you, take a good look at your identity and reality, don’t Overwhelmed and struggling to the death for what I can't get at all, so as not to be trapped in a cocoon, lose my wife and lose my army!"

Zhao Yifei lightly returned the original words that Zhao Youming had satirized him just now, and these words inevitably hit Zhao Youming's most painful position.

Zhao Youming's face suddenly became gloomy, and the words that had finally stopped in his mind echoed again.

Zhao Yifei's triumphant look overlapped with Zhao Youlin's proud and lonely look before he left. Zhao Youming's eyes fell silent for a moment, and he slowly reached out his hand to the person on the bed following his own will.

The crisp clicking sound resounded in the room again, the smug smile on Zhao Yifei's face froze suddenly, and his already pale face became pale as paper in an instant.

"Ahhhh..." A high-pitched scream suddenly sounded in the room, mixed with the pain and misery that the young man couldn't conceal.

Zhao Youming stood by the bed, looking indifferently at the young man who was lingering on the bed with his arms folded, unable to struggle, his eyes gleamed with an incomparably cruel light.

"Cousin, I'm sorry, my cousin didn't grasp the strength just now, your hand... seems to be broken again. What did Uncle Zhao say when he treated you before? Don't lift heavy objects casually recently. A sprain. Just now the lady in the lobby seems to have said that if a hand that has been dislocated once is injured again in a short period of time, it may become a habitual dislocation in the future.”

As Zhao Youming said, he glanced at Zhao Yifei's lower body without any trace, and said with a light smile: "Cousin, you are already 'seriously ill', if you add this..."

Zhao Yifei was already sweating profusely from the pain, and even his pupils were a little dizzy, but his eyes were still staring at Zhao Youming, with deep hatred and resentment in his eyes.

Zhao Youming's expression was as usual, he took a meaningful look at the still closed door, smiled reassuringly, and reminded in a low voice: "Cousin, the sound insulation of this room seems to be much better than expected, I see you It's better to shout a few more times, maybe someone just passing by will come to rescue you."

After speaking, without waiting for Zhao Yifei's response, he turned and left the empty room.

Walking out of the room and closing the door tightly, Zhao Youming's face suddenly became gloomy, and he walked to the stairs, watching the lively banquet scene downstairs, with various incomprehensible emotions rolling in his eyes.

After staying on the edge of the stairs for a while, Zhao Youming suddenly seemed to remember something, turned around with his eyes slightly squinted, walked along the other side of the stairs leading to the backyard, and disappeared quietly in the Zhao family's main house.

Downstairs, Zhao Youlin and Lele finally had their stomachs full, and held hands contentedly, they went back to find Mu Tingfeng, only to find that Mu Tingfeng was sitting alone in a corner by the side of the banquet, and they originally wanted to have a good talk with him Ye Yan had long since disappeared.

There were a few famous daughters talking about it, everyone's faces were eager to try, but they were a little hesitant, obviously wanting to strike up a conversation while Mu Tingfeng was alone, but they were photographed by someone That too strong air pressure stopped him from moving forward.

Zhao Youlin raised her eyebrows, glanced at Mu Tingfeng who was not far away, and then at Lele who was being held by her hand, as if thinking of something, she squatted down with a smile and whispered something to Lele.

At the end of the day, he asked uneasy: "Does Lele know what to do?"

Lele nodded ignorantly, and Zhao Youlin touched his head encouragingly: "Then go."

Ever since, those famous ladies just watched a child suddenly appear out of nowhere, and rushed to the side of their favorite target with their short legs, and threw themselves into the opponent's arms with all their strength, crisp and vivid. The student shouted: "Dad..."

All the ladies: "..."

(End of this chapter)