Si Ye's treasure: sweet wife, sweet!

Chapter 34 I Came to Be a Microphone for My Mommy
Yun Xi pretended not to care, glanced at Yun Jingyu, then withdrew her gaze, changed the subject and asked, "Can Si always let Jing Rong go?"

Originally following her line of sight, Si Yemo frowned unhappily when he saw his son, but when he heard her words, he slowly withdrew his cold gaze and looked at her, and asked word by word, " What did you say?!"

"Is it okay to let Jing Rong go?" Yun Xi also looked at Si Yemo and replied word by word, "Now that Anyang International has withdrawn its capital, Jing Rong and I won't be involved anymore, can you... can you let it go?" pass him."

"You mean that you don't resist now, but the premise is that I let Jing Rong go?" Si Yemo clenched his big hands in his trouser pockets, staring at Yunxi coldly, a little hard to accept the situation in front of him. The little girl came to beg him for another man.

"I killed your fiancée. If you want to take revenge on me, I accept it, but Jing Rong has nothing to do with it." If it wasn't for her, Si Yemo wouldn't have resorted to making a marriage contract for Jing Rong.

Clenched and loosened his big hands, loosened and clenched again, Si Yemo looked at Yun Xi with his thin lips tightly pursed, and suddenly smiled coldly, "You care so much about his upcoming engagement, could it be because you like him?" right?"

Yun Xi smiled and said, "Aside from his identity, just based on his appearance and figure, and that mouth that is very good at coaxing girls, isn't it easy for girls to like him?"

If I hadn't met you first, maybe... I would have liked him too. After all, it's really easy to be with him, and it's easy for people to forget their troubles.

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

"Okay, very good." Si Yemo stared at Yunxi with a half-smile and said two good ones in succession.

Seeing Si Yemo's extremely cold eyes, Yun Xi had a bad premonition in her heart. The little hand behind her couldn't help but clenched her tightly. Just as she was about to turn around, Yun Jingyu walked up.

Glancing at her and then looking at Si Yemo, he chuckled softly, "Are you planning to force someone into prostitution?"

What?Forced...to be prostituted?

Si Yemo was a little shocked by his son's words, and looked at Yun Jingyu in disbelief. This kid actually described his... persecution of Yunxi in this way.

"Didn't you go to school? Is that what your mommy taught you?"

Si Yemo asked Yun Jingyu with a gloomy expression, while Yun Xi scratched her head in embarrassment, as if... she was the one who described his persecution of her.

However, Xiaoyun Jingyu shrugged indifferently and said, "Didn't I tell you that my mommy is busy making love? So she doesn't have time to teach me anything. Besides, you are right now Is what this woman is doing different from forcing her into prostitution?"

no difference? !
"Forcing a powerless woman to submit to you, is it any different from those old bustards who forced weak women to go to brothels in ancient times? Isn't one of them persecuting and the other being forced?"

Seeing Si Yemo's complexion darken inch by inch, Yunxi wanted to applaud her son. Her son has spoken out her deepest thoughts, which is really great.

Before Si Yemo didn't notice, Yunxi gave Yun Jingyu a look that you liked very much, but Yun Jingyu received it, but because of the black-faced father in front of him, he could only force himself to maintain an indifferent expression on his face.

"Go to school tomorrow!" Si Yemo didn't bother to correct Yun Jingyu's words, he thought it was better to leave these problems to the school teachers.

"I'm sorry, we'll discuss the matter of going to school later. I'm here to serve as a microphone for my mommy." Yun Jingyu said as he glanced at Yunxi and then at Si Yemo and said, "My mommy said that if you dare If you let this woman be your woman, you will never see her again in your life."

Did she say that?

After hearing this, Yun Xi couldn't help but look at her son who was blatantly lying in front of her.

　Is there anyone reading my text? Why is there no one to collect or leave a message?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)