Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 111

"Then what do you mean by coming to my house? I don't know you at all!" Bu Youran threw the bag on the ground, and reached into the purse with her left hand, ready to take out her mobile phone.

"I, I'm just here to apologize." The bald man half-bowed, picked up the bags that Bu leisurely scattered on one knee, and continued flatteringly, "I don't know how Miss Bu and Young Master Yu knew each other?"

Yu Shao?

Bu Youran frowned, the tall figure in the white coat flashed in his mind, so it was because of him?It seems that Sun Peng's guess is right, that Yu Shao's identity is not simple, otherwise he wouldn't...

"I'm sorry, I was a little rash." The bald man apologized one after another, "Actually, I have no other purpose in coming here today. I just want to return this check to Young Master Yu."

"Didn't he say he gave you his girlfriend?" Bu Youran relaxed a little.

"A-actually it's not a girlfriend, at most it's a female companion." The bald man explained, "Please go back and tell Yu Shao that I have already broken up with her."

Bu Youran said awkwardly, "Do you need to report to Young Master Yu when you broke up with her?"

"This...isn't this offending Yu Shao?" The bald man sighed helplessly, "How dare I keep in touch with her!"

Bu Youran raised her eyebrows, "Young Master Yu, what is your identity? It makes you afraid to come into contact with this woman?"

"You don't know?" The bald man was surprised.

Bu Youran sneered, "Should I know?"

"You... Really don't know Yu Shao?" The bald man asked again.

She shook her head.

The bald man frowned, and glanced at Bu Youran, thinking that she didn't seem to be lying, so he pursed his lips and thought, "So I'm sorry."

Bu Youran froze in place, watching his back enter the elevator.

Back in the house, before Bu Youran had time to put down her things, the phone rang. Bu Youran looked down and saw that it was Sun Peng. She hung up immediately, but just as she opened the lunch box, the ring came again, and she turned off the phone in annoyance. It's time.

The night came, and the whole city seemed to be shrouded in a black cloth. The air was getting worse and worse recently, and the smog was severe. There was no sunshine for a few days. In the evening, the fog was pressed down like layers of thick gauze. Breathless.

After Bu Youran finished eating the dumplings given by Uncle Wang, her head hurt a little, so she simply lay on the bed and played with the iPad, but she fell asleep after playing two rounds of Doudou.

……

"Hurry up, hurry up, your legs and feet are quick..." came the voice of an old butler who was full of confidence and slightly vicissitudes.

I saw rows of servant girls in ancient costumes passing through the corridor with plates in their hands, and hurried away.

After a while, another plump old woman came, and she whispered to the old housekeeper just now, "Young master said, you can pass the meal."

The old butler nodded, and shouted to the outside of the corridor, "Chuan No. [-]—"

……

After a while, there were bursts of wailing in the room, "I beg you to spare my life, I beg you to spare my life, this slave didn't do it on purpose, this slave didn't do it on purpose—"

A young maidservant about fifteen or sixteen years old was dragged out to the door, only to be tied to the bench by two servants, and then they picked up the long stick and swung it at her buttocks, every time they hit her, The little maid cried and begged for mercy until she lost her strength, and her hair fell down in a mess, covering her entire small cheek, and the back was covered with blood and flesh, which was unbearable to look at.

"Stop it." The old woman walked towards the little maid who was being tortured, and cast a cold glance, "Remember, this time is just a lesson, and next time, it won't be a simple rod punishment."

(End of this chapter)