Eighty Spicy Wife: The villain became my son-in-law

Chapter 43

Standing side by side in front of the consultation table, Tang Lele glanced at Yu Zhiye secretly, worried that his grandfather would anger him.

If grandpa scolds him, she will stand up.

Yu Zhiye was indeed the one Gong Zhaoda asked first, "You said at noon that you would go home and have a look... have you gone home yet?"

"I went back to Taoyeerji. I went home first, and then I stopped by Tang's house." Yu Zhiye answered the truth directly.

Gong Zhaoda snorted.

Yu Zhiye went on to say, "I see that Lexi hasn't come back, so I'm a little worried..."

"Do you still need you to find her? If she wants to go back, she can go back. If she doesn't come back, do you need to take care of her?"

Gong Zhaoda couldn't finish his sarcasm, and gave Tang Yue a big roll of his eyes.

"She doesn't see anyone in her eyes, so you don't care about her in the future!"

Grandpa was really angry.

Tang Lexi hurriedly stood up, took out Gong Qingsu's photo, and explained:

"I'm going back, take this..."

As he spoke, he put the photo in front of Gong Zhaoda.

"Is this photo taken when I was young? She pointed to the photo and asked grandpa to look down.

Gong Zhaoda's eyes were blurred, the size of the photo was not big, about six or seven inches in size, and only a blurry shadow could be seen.

But just a vague shadow is enough to affect his emotions.

He grabbed the reading glasses and put them on, picked up the photo, looked at it close to his eyes, and then distanced himself to adjust the distance to look carefully...

Tang Le went on to say: "Since I'm not there anymore, I feel that I should bring her back, and it's time for her to go home..."

When Gong Zhaoda heard the phrase "It's time to go home", he immediately felt sad.

Huang Ying heard Gong Zhaoda's angry voice, worried that he would be angry with the two children again, and came out from the back room, only to see him in tears.

Huang Ying hurried over, put her arms around his shoulders, and patted him on the back lightly, "Old man... don't feel bad, crying is bad for your eyes, let's stop crying... In two years, we should go down too Now, when the time comes, we will be able to see Qingqing again..."

Tears flowed down Gong Zhaoda's face silently, but his shoulders trembled violently. Huang Ying's trembling hands covered with age spots covered her tear-soaked eyes.

The photo of Gong Qingsu smiling like a flower slipped from his hands onto the table again.

In this situation, even Tang Yue, who was laughing and laughing, couldn't bear the sore nose, and looked away, unable to bear to watch.

Tang Le was willing to cook dinner in silence.

At the dinner table, Yu Zhiye told Gong Zhaoda that he was going to take a day off.

Gong Zhaoda agreed without asking what he was going to do.

Yu Zhiye said that his high school class teacher's teacher was hospitalized, and he wanted to go and see.

Because the teacher's home is in the urban area of ​​Lanjiang City, tomorrow he has to get up early to catch the first bus, and he has to walk for two or three hours to get to the city.

Huang Ying took out ten yuan from her pocket and handed it to him, but Yu Zhiye said he didn't want it.

Huang Ying pushed him in front of her again, and said, "Bring more money with you when you go out, the fare will cost more than two yuan. If you have to buy food this day, it will cost about five yuan to go back and forth."

Yu Zhiye refused to say that he had it himself, and Tang Leyi directly picked up the money and stuffed it into the pocket of his coat.

Then, she ordered Yu Zhiye, who was about to struggle, "I will remember to settle accounts with you for this money. You hold it first, and you will have to pay it back later."

Tang Lexi made a three-way comparison to him.

Yu Zhiye looked at the three fingers she stretched out in front of his eyes, and didn't make any more moves.

The third rule: He must listen to what she says.

Under the warning of Tang Le's menacing eyes, he nodded obediently and said, "Okay."

After dinner, the sky had already darkened, Yu Zhiye packed his things silently, and he had to ride his bike home in a hurry.

Although before leaving, he had cooked meals for his mother and put them in the pot, but he was still worried.

The moon has already risen, with a long and narrow profile, leaning against the treetops, looking at the world with cold eyes.

On the embankment, the uneven road surface, the moonlight casts sparse shadows of willow trees.

Yu Zhiye’s bicycle has no headlights, and when he rides on the embankment, the road is uneven and has potholes from time to time. He can only rely on his experience. The dark place on the road is a pothole, and the place where a tree shadow breaks out is a ditch. .

The front wheel suddenly tilted, and the handlebar turned uncontrollably. Yu Zhiye realized that he had hit something, immediately stretched out his leg, braked with the sole of his shoe, and stopped the car.

He wanted to get closer to see what he had bumped into, but he smelled a disgusting stench. He didn't need to look any further, he knew what he had bumped into.

The drunkard who was lying on the road during the day and was moved to the side of the road by him was still not awake, and rolled into the middle of the road again in a daze.

Even if it was hit by him, it rolled over and stopped moving.

Yu Zhiye went over and kicked him.

"stand up!"

He won't let his hands get dirty again.

This kick was hard and accurate.

Lying on the ground, the man who was already dead from drunk trembled violently and woke up.

Panting heavily, he struggled to sit up, "Who? Who!"

The surrounding light was dim, he raised his face, and a thick black figure enveloped above his head.

"...Who are you..."

He raised his face drunkenly, and was facing a pair of sinister eyes. There was nothing on the human-shaped shadow face, only a pair of eyes shining coldly.

"Ghost... ghost!"

He cried out in fright, rolled and crawled back, and hugged the tree by the roadside.

With this fright, the man's wine also sobered up.

"Who are you... pretending to be a ghost..."

He reacted, struggling to get up, still cursing with unbearable obscenities.

"...You bastard...I'll kill you..."

The erosion of alcohol made his feet weak, he swayed, stretched out two dirty and smelly hands, and rushed towards Yu Zhiye.

Yu Zhiye shouted angrily in a chilly voice, "Get out!"

Another kick, right on the shoulder of the drunk.

The person who had just got up was kicked to the ground by this kick, and then rolled far away.

Yu Zhiye's dark eyes flashed with anger, but he calmed down quickly.

No need to waste time with this kind of rubbish.

Yu Zhiye ignored him, got on the bike, and left without looking back.

By the time he entered the house, it was completely dark.

The room was dark, and because he was afraid that his mother would accidentally catch fire, he hid things like matches and candles and put them in a high place.

After entering the door, he called out, "Mom?"

No one answered.

Yu Zhiye quickly took out the matches and lit the candle on the windowsill.

Orange candlelight filled the narrow hut.

He glanced around and found a black figure curled up in front of the stove.

He called again, "I'm back."

The black shadow moved, "Take a look..." A black and white raccoon cat emerged from her arms, shaking its fur, meowing, and sprinting towards him.

The kitten rubbed its tail against his leg, and meowed in a meowing tone, expressing its complaints and grievances for the owner's late return.

(End of this chapter)