Blind young love wife is addicted

Chapter 150: I'm Hungry (3)
"It seems that editor Yan is good at being cheeky." Gu Linshen stood up and tugged at her cheek, and summed it up happily.

Song Yanjin glanced at him, with a strong threat in his voice: "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm thick-skinned?"

Gu Linshen pinched her nose and chuckled: "What's wrong with being thick-skinned?"

Song Yanjin snorted twice, turned on the faucet to wash the dishes: "When the day Eldest Young Master Gu dumps me, I will be cheeky and not let go, for fear that it will be too late for Young Master Gu to regret it."

Gu Linshen frowned, and left four words: "I wish for it."

"It may be that life is worse than death."

Because of her words, the smile on Gu Linshen's lips grew wider: "There won't be such a day."

Song Yanjin didn't answer, and concentrated on cleaning the dishes and chopsticks in the sink.Then he took out paper and wiped his hands. Winter is over, and spring is coming soon.But Song Yanjin's hands were still unusually cold after washing the dishes, the coolness was a bit penetrating.

Gu Linshen seemed to have gotten used to her cold palms, two big hands wrapped her hands, wrapping her cold hands with a layer of warmth.

"Sleep." It wasn't until her hands became warm in his that he embraced her, covered her with a quilt, and embed her in his arms.

This time, Song Yanjin slept soundly, not as full of stress and nightmares as before.

Yan Jing has not returned home for nearly a month, including Yan's family.Cui Xuemei called several times to remind her, but Yan Jing had no choice but to go back.

Cui Xuemei was waiting for Yan Jing to come back in the living room, and comforted Mo Feiyao: "Don't worry, your father-in-law and I will make the decision for you. You are the daughter-in-law of our Yan family, and no one can change this."

After hearing this, Mo Feiyao looked at Cui Xuemei movedly: "Thank you, Mom."

"This Yan Jing, what nonsense are you doing!" Yan Feiao frowned so much that he could kill a fly, and pressed his half-smoked cigar into the ashtray with all his might.

Mo Feiyao looked at Yan Feiao, and opened her mouth to say something, but a sudden noise from outside the living room interrupted her words.

"It should be Ah Jing who is back." Cui Xuemei patted Mo Feiyao's hand, and as soon as she got up, Yan Jing pushed the door and walked in.

Yan Jing has lost a lot of weight this month, probably because he drank alcohol and his eyes are a little tired.Seeing Mo Feiyao sitting in the living room, Yan closed his eyes and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Yan Feiao was furious when he saw Yan Jing's appearance, and sternly stopped Yan Jing's footsteps.

"I'm going out to get some air." Yan Jing said lightly without even turning around.

Cui Xuemei winked at Yan Feiao, got up and pulled Yan Jing, and coaxed: "Ah Jing, why are you going out again just after you got home? Come back after a long time, can't you have a good chat with mom?"

"Mom." Yan Jing paused with a serious face: "I wanted to come back to be with you, but now, I don't think so."

"Why don't you use it? You haven't come back to see mom for a month, and you've lost weight. Stay at home for a few days this time, and mom will cook something for you." Cui Xuemei pulled her son, feeling distressed.

Yan Feiao looked at the scene in front of him and sneered: "You do love him! He won't think about you!"

"Let me ask you, what have you been doing since you didn't go to work in the company for half a month?" Yan Feiao looked at Yan Jing sternly and said.

Yan Jing turned his head to look at Yan Feiao: "I want to be quiet."

This sentence angered Yan Feiao a little, and he stood up suddenly and pointed at Yan Jing: "Be quiet? A woman disturbed you like this? I don't want my wife, and the company doesn't want it?"

"Dad..." Yan Jing looked at Yan Feiao calmly and abnormally: "I don't want to talk now, and I don't want to explain."

"Bastard! This is the attitude you should talk to your father!" Yan Feiao blushed angrily, pointed to Mo Feiyao who was on the sofa beside him and said, "If Feiyao wasn't here, I would definitely beat you up ! Don’t think that no one can touch you since you are old enough.”

"Fei Ao, why do you say that son! Why can't you sit down and talk slowly." Cui Xuemei stood beside Yan Jing, looking at Yan Fei Ao reproachfully.

Mo Feiyao sat at the side without speaking, but her eyes never left Yan Jing's body.

Yan Feiao calmed down his temper, and said in a deep voice: "At the beginning, you wanted to break off the engagement with Song Yanjin. After all, this is a major event in your life, and we respect you. But how long have you been married to Fei Yao, and you are going to divorce? Yan Fei'ao After all, you really treat the marriage contract as a child's play!"

Since Mo Feiyao would sit here, Yan Jing knew that Yan Feiao and Cui Xuemei knew everything, and they didn't hide anything, so they were silent for a while and said, "This is my business, I decide for myself, I don't need you to worry about it. "

Yan Feiao has been talking to Yan Jing under pressure all the time: "What are you talking about! If I want you to divorce, I will lose face to our Yan family, and our Yan family can't afford it!"

"Hehe..." Yan Jing suddenly sneered, and turned to look at his father: "Do you feel that you can't afford to lose this person, or do you not want to give up the wealth and power of the Mo family?"

This time, Yan Feiao was really angry, and he slapped Yan Jing's face in two steps in three steps: "Nonsense! Let me tell you, no matter what you say today, you will never want to leave this marriage! "

Yan Feiao's slap was extremely powerful.Yan was beaten to the side, with a sarcastic look on his face, and he didn't look up for a long time.

Mo Feiyao covered her mouth in shock, rushed to Yan Jing's side, raised her hand to caress him: "Ah Jing...are you okay, does it hurt?"

She came here only to want Cui Xuemei and Yan Feiao to persuade Yan Jing for herself, but unexpectedly Yan Feiao's reaction would be so intense.

"Are you satisfied now?" Yan Jing looked at Mo Feiyao mockingly, with coldness on his lips.

His weird smile pierced her heart fiercely like a small silver needle, a little painful and itchy.Shaking his head in a hurry: "No, I... I didn't expect..."

"Fei Yao, get up, I'm going to beat this rebellious son today!" Yan Feiao, who was pulled by Cui Xuemei, pointed at Yan Jing, yelling for Mo Feiyao to get out of the way.

Mo Feiyao is probably blaming Yan Feiao very much in her heart, looking at him with helpless eyes: "Dad...don't hit Ah Jing."

"Get out of the way!" Yan Feiao insisted.

Yan Jing bent over, but suddenly pushed Mo Feiyao away.Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with her index finger, she sneered and said, "I'm divorced from this marriage!"

After all, he walked towards the door without looking back.

"Ah Jing..." Mo Feiyao chased after two steps, stopped her feet again, and lowered her face, the expression on her face was covered by more than half of her loose long hair, only her shoulders shrugged up and down.

Could it be that his relatives can't help Yan Jing anymore, so he insists on divorcing himself.

"Why are you crying?" Cui Xuemei saw the father and son quarreling, and saw Mo Feiyao bowing her head and crying, and she felt a little angry.

(End of this chapter)