Leftover women marry wealthy families: different after marriage

Chapter 172
Zhao Yunfeng looked up at An Ran: "Is it interesting to be sarcastic to me early in the morning?"

An Ran pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders: "I'm happy. It seems that your emotional injury has completely recovered. How about it, the stomach that has been hungry for a few days must be very emotional for you, a young master who has never eaten the sufferings of the world. You won’t play handsome and pretend to be cool and childishly express your pain by not eating.”

Zhao Yunfeng looked at An Ran and gritted his teeth: "You are entertaining me."

An Ran smiled and annoyed him: "Why not, you provided me with enough drama to mock you and amuse you."

Zhao Yunfeng straightened his neck but lost his temper with An Ran, "Don't mention my past again."

An Ran: "Even if it's your future, I'm already not interested, let alone your past."

Zhao Yunfeng looked serious: "What do you mean?"

An Ran: "You are not demented, so you don't need to ask me to explain it to you word by word. Analyze it yourself. My patience with you has been exhausted with your first kiss."

Zhao Yunfeng put down the tableware in his hand, "I don't want to explain anything to you, please don't always hold on to this matter in the future."

An Ran suddenly laughed, "It's a joke, what a joke. Just based on your words, I don't want to stay in this house for one more day."

An Ran got up and was about to go back to the room to pack her things, Zhao Yunfeng grabbed her thin wrist, "I said, our marriage won't end easily if you want to."

An Ran sneered: "Why, can I still sell you An Ran? Zhao Yunfeng, don't bully me too much."

Zhao Yunfeng suddenly lowered his injured head, which had not been removed from the stitches, and hit An Ran's forehead forcefully. The blood immediately spurted from the white gauze on Zhao Yunfeng's wound, and more and more flowed along him. The cheeks flowed down.

An Ran first rubbed her bumped forehead with her hands, and suddenly saw the blood streaming down Zhao Yunfeng's face when she was still inexplicable, she was terrified, and exclaimed: "Zhao Yunfeng, you lunatic, what are you doing? !"

Zhao Yunfeng took the paper towel on the dining table to wipe off the blood that kept flowing out, and said lightly, "Is this enough?"

An Ran frowned in confusion: "What is enough?"

Zhao Yunfeng: "Is it enough to offset the jealousy and anger in your heart?"

"Pa" a loud slap on the face of Zhao Yunfeng.

(End of this chapter)