Yang Benhu sat in the car, his face was blue and black, his eyes were about to split, and Lin Qianjiao, who had a big belly, sat in the passenger seat, staring coldly ahead, with a sneer on his face and a mocking look in his eyes. Mrs. Yang and the second aunt sat in the back, and when they felt that the atmosphere was not right, Mrs. Yang poked her head slightly, but the second aunt neatly rolled open the window and stretched out her head to look.

It turned out to be such a coincidence, within a radius of several miles, it is said that the Bodhisattva of Jingxin Temple is the most spiritual. Mrs. Yang came up to the mountain to make incense, and specially took Lin Qianjiao with her, asking for the blessing of the Buddha and the safety of her heirs.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, so I specially invited the sedan chair man, the three female pilgrims sat on the bamboo sedan chair, carried by manpower, swaying up the mountain, Yang Benhu was too lazy to care, no matter how unhappy Mrs. Yang was, she always refused to follow the mountain, and waited on the mountainside for an afternoon, so it was easy to wait for the three people to come back.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to leave, he saw such a dazzling image: Lu An hugged Ajing, sent Lu Ziliang to a black Humvee, smiled and waved goodbye.

The car drove away, Ah Jing stopped, raised his head, and said something to Lu An, Lu An smiled, reached out to scrape her nose, and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. Ah Jing smiled shyly, bowed his head slightly, and gestured, as delicate and gentle as a little woman.

The two of them were close together, and together they walked towards a yellow trot. Ah Jing sat up, Lu An lowered his head to fasten her seat belt, and stole incense on the spot.

Ah Jing tilted his head and seemed to smile earnestly.

The yellow sports car slid far away and disappeared into the mountain road.

The people in the car had different looks. Mrs. Yang frowned slightly, she knew her son and felt sorry for him. The second aunt's mouth was bent high, not daring to laugh, but she concealed her excitement of not believing right and wrong, and she also had the look of watching a good show.

Yang Benhu's hand was on the steering wheel, and his face was bruised.

She's so happy, he really has more ways than him, how long has it been? She became so feminine? That damn guy, how did he femdom her? Did he make her finally a little woman after and through? So, what are the five years he has been with him?

She has been by her side for five years, when have you ever seen her smile so sweetly, such a little bird?

Did he really not enter her heart? Originally, she just hooked his soul away? And then say let go and let go freely?

Failure and jealousy gnawed at Yang Benhu's heart like bugs.

He sat in his seat like a clay sculpture. The jaw bone rattled. No one in the car made a sound. No one dared to speak out, lest they provoke him. Lin Qianjiao sat quietly, her expression desolate in the cold. Does he hate it that way? Deep desire for love, deep desire for pain? He liked this woman so much, was so infatuated with this woman, that he refused to repent even if she got into someone else's arms?

Yang Benhu finally started the car, but the second aunt nervously grabbed Mrs. Yang: "Sister, let's take another taxi back." The mountain roads here are so dangerous, Benhu ......"

Mrs. Yang glared at the second aunt fiercely. The second aunt withdrew her hand, frightened and unwilling, "We are nothing, Gillian can't stand the bumps, Benhu will inevitably be excited......"

Mrs. Yang sighed, what the girl said was not unreasonable. With Yang Benhu's temperament, how can he calm down. She opened the car door and got out of the car, shouting, "Qianjiao, let's get down, let's take a taxi." ”

The second aunt hurriedly followed and got out of the car, but Lin Qianjiao sat still: "Mom, you go first." ”

Mrs. Yang took a look, and Yang Benhu still had a blue face, like an orangutan about to get angry. Lin Qianjiao's face was condensed, and her hand was on her bulging belly. She knew Lin Qianjiao, it was not a fuel-efficient lamp. But how can she manage it?

The second aunt had already called a taxi to come over, and greeted her in the car: "Gillian, sister, come up." ”

Lin Qianjiao didn't move.

Mrs. Yang sighed and said, "Benhu, Qianjiao has something or something, I won't spare you!" Then he sat in the taxi.

Yang Benhu drove the car and said coldly: "Why don't you go down?" ”

Lin Qianjiao bit her lip: "She has long been lying under other men, she has already been like glue with her beloved, what else do you want?" Why don't you turn back? ”

"Shut up!" Yang Benhu drank violently and stepped on the brakes at the secluded corner of the mountain road.

"Are you afraid to hear it? Don't you dare to listen, do you? She has long been someone else's plaything, Yang Benhu, how many times has she been willing to be used by others day and night! How many times has she been touched by other men's big hands! Didn't you see his mouth gnawing on her face? Didn't you see her smiling like a? Yang Benhu, you wretched, are you still in love with her? You go and grab it, you go and grab it. Go and snatch someone else's rotten stuff! Why are you so cheap! Do you want to her with that guy? ”

Lin Qianjiao completely broke out, like a shrew, every word and sentence, like a poisonous needle pricked out.

"Get out! Get down! ”

Yang Benhu's eyebrows were raised, his face was hideous, and his hand waved into a fist, but he couldn't fight it in the end.

"You fight, fight!" Lin Qianjiao sneered and puffed up her stomach even higher: "Hit here, hit hard." If you beat down the bloodline of your Yang family, if you go and beat that woman again and let her give birth to a cheap seed for you, will it be yours? Could it be yours? ”

"Lin Qianjiao, don't force me, don't force me!"

"Am I forcing you? Who's pushing me? Who forced me to have no way out? I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting, what am I waiting for? I moved here before I got married, I was a mother, I asked you to read the name of a prostitute, and I sprinkled seeds in my stomach, what do you think I am trying to do? Yang Benhu, why do you have no conscience like this, why are you so cheap? ”

Lin Qianjiao cried bitterly. She loves so deeply, loves so much, but her love, in the eyes of the man in front of her, is not even as good as shit, she has done so much, and in the end, she has not gained anything. Where will she get her money back? Who to go to get it back?

"I'm cheap, I'm cheap!" Yang Benhu's head slammed into the dashboard. The dashboard made a crisp sound, cracked, Yang Benhu's forehead splashed with blood marks, blood flowed down the bridge of his nose, his eyes widened, his eyebrows twisted, and his expression was terrifying and vicious: "I didn't tell you to stay!" I'm not rare! You bastard in your belly, you want it! You're going to stay, you're going to do it yourself! I'm cheap, you're even cheaper! ”

"Good! Good! Lin Qianjiao's lips trembled with anger: "You scolded him for being a mongrel!" You call your own son a mongrel! She was so angry that she suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Yang Benhu, if she is in the sky, you will not die for a day, right?" ”

Yang Benhu fell silent, turned his head away, and no longer answered her.

Lin Qianjiao's voice was hoarse and low: "She doesn't like you, why do you just bite it?" Why do you just hold on to what you can't get? ”

Yang Benhu turned his head sharply, and the blood was thrown on Lin Qianjiao's face: "Aren't you?" Why are you biting me to death? Why do you want to ask for love that you can't get from me? ”

"Okay, good," Lin Qianjiao laughed miserably: "We are so similar." You are as evil as I am. How are we not a couple? You can't get rid of me, Yang Benya, you can't get rid of me. What I want to get, no one can stop it, you wait, I'll make you regret it! She gritted her teeth and gently stroked her belly: "I'm going to destroy her!" I'm going to ruin her! ”

Yang Benhu stared at her hand and sneered: "I knew today, why bother? You ruined it, and we're all quiet! ”

Lin Qianjiao stared at his eyes looking at his belly, and her face turned pale: "You actually asked me to destroy him and make you quiet?" You want to kill your own son? ”

Yang Benhu turned his head and fell into silence coldly.

Yang Qianjiao laughed wildly, opened the car door, stood on the side of the road with a cloak, and pointed and shrugged: "You might as well die, you might as well be a beast!" ”

Yang Benhu stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and the car turned down the hill at an alarming speed, leaving Qianjiao with a ghostly belly under the mottled shadows of the trees.

The wind was blowing whirring, and Lin Qianjiao's messy hair was flying in the wind. She leaned against the trunk of the tree with a pale face and touched her belly with her hand: "Son, mother avenges you." Your beastly daddy, he's crazy! He's gone crazy! ”

Lin Qianjiao raised her head, and her eyes glowed with a wolf-like fierce light. With her alive, she and her son can't live well! She will take revenge and take revenge like crazy!

Lin Qianjiao stopped a taxi. He sat down with a stumble on his face. Unbeknownst to her, more than 10 minutes later, a black Mercedes-Benz was racing frantically on the mountain road in front of her, tumbling down the hill at a sharp turn, rolling a few times, being thrown high, emitting black smoke, turning on its back in the ravine of Phoenix Mountain, with its feet facing the sky beyond recognition......

Lin Qianjiao only entered the house with her front foot, and the emergency number was called into Yang's mansion.

Lin Qianjiao had time to hear Mrs. Yang's words: "What? What did you say? He rolled his eyes and fainted.

The maid cried out in panic, "Madame! Madam! "Lift Mrs. Yang from the carpet. Lin Qianjiao's hands and feet were weak, and she almost crawled into the house and picked up the phone hanging from Mrs. Yang's hand. "Overturned...... Seriously injured...... The words "First aid ......" swirled through her mind. Lin Qianjiao's hands and feet are cold. Cold sweat dripped, dripping down his head. She cursed him to die, but she never wanted him to die! She still has to fight to get his love back! When he died, she took his children with him!

Seeing that one fainted to death and the other was demented, the second aunt hurriedly dialed the emergency number. The maid pinched Mrs. Yang's middle man hard, but her hands trembled, and she didn't dare to use it at all, and the second aunt was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, desperate, scooped a basin of cold water, and splashed it on the face of Mrs. Yang, who was lying on the sofa.

Mrs. Yang woke up tremblingly, her eyes circled, and she cried hoarsely: "Benhu, my son." O my son! I cried twice, but I couldn't breathe, my eyes closed, and I fainted again.

The ambulance whined and stopped directly at the door of the villa. The ambulance crew in white jumped out. At the same time, a large group of black suits that came from Wen Xun quickly flashed into the Yang Mansion, and the chaotic Yang Mansion regained its tranquility in an instant. The black, black and white figures methodically sent Mrs. Yang and Lin Qianjiao to the ambulance.

Yang Zhaoyun and several entourages were standing in the extra-large and bright special care ward with grim faces. Mrs. Yang and Lin Qianjiao sat on the sofa on the left side of the ward. Yang Benhu's head, arms and upper body were covered in bandages, and his face and mouth were swollen high. He broke two ribs, had a hemothorax, a broken arm, twelve stitches to his head, and a ruptured liver. There were multiple abrasions on his body and face. It's been more than a week since I was released from the operating room, and today I can finally move to a non-isolation ward. It's kind of a trip back from the ghost gate.

Yang Benhu opened his eyes that were swollen and could only squint. The first thing I saw was his father's cold face.

"What's going on?" Yang Zhaoyun's tone was stern. He was so indulgent to this son! Now that she has messed up her mind for a woman, what else can she become? But there is a reason why he has been so indulgent and has always connived at Yang Benhu not to interfere in the management of the Mizi Army and Dongying Group.

The Mizi Army and the one-way road are neck and neck on the road, and it can be said that they are on par. With only two brothers, Luan managed the one-way road to prosperity, and his only son lived freely and did not do political affairs. The Yang family is a big family, and many uncles and brothers help him. Therefore, Yang Benhu was also laid-off. is unwilling to give the people on the road a mouthful, which makes people underestimate and lose to the one-way street.

Yang Benhu grinned and pulled out an extremely ugly smile: "It's nothing, it's fast." ”

Lin Qianjiao was on the sofa, staring at the unrecognizable man wrapped in bandages on the bed. He could still laugh! Just drive fast? Does he still want to hide it, to protect that woman?

It's good to laugh. Yang Zhaoyun's heart was put down. couldn't help but still scolded with a calm face: "So self-respecting!" ”

Yang Benhu tugged at the corners of his mouth and suddenly said, "I want to enter the Mizi Army." ”

Yang Zhaoyun was slightly stunned. Then he raised his eyebrows: "Let's talk about the injury when healed!" ”

The second aunt helped Mrs. Yang and slowly walked to the bed, but before Mrs. Yang could say anything, tears flowed down: "Benhu, you want my life." ”

Yang Benhu looked at his mother, his eyes full of guilt: "Mom, I'm sorry." Don't you cry, I'm not okay? ”

"What's that for?" Mrs. Yang was angry: "The bandages on my body are swollen like this, where is it good?" ”

"I recovered in a few days. You go back and rest, and I'll come back alive. Yang Benhu comforted her and turned to the second aunt: "Second aunt, you send my mother back, don't accompany me here." ”

The maid brought the boiled fish soup and porridge, scooped it and put it on the table to cool. Lin Qianjiao went over and got up, sat on the edge of the bed and fed Yang Benhu.

Yang Benhu looked at her stomach and frowned: "Let the escort feed it." ”

Lin Qianjiao didn't move, and brought the soup to his mouth.

Yang Benhu opened his mouth, and Lin Qianjiao fed him spoonful by spoonful. While feeding, tears flowed down and dripped on their hands.

Yang Benhu closed his eyes, he was used to seeing Lin Qianjiao, who was cold-spoken and coquettish, this woman who cried silently in front of him, made him not used to it.

"Why do you bother, is it worth it? You're lying on the bed covered in bruises, and the person who hurt you knows? I'm afraid it's ...... now," Lin Qianjiao lowered her words. In the gentle township, he didn't say a few words.

"What's the matter with anyone else?" Yang Benhu said in a muffled voice.

Lin Qianjiao stopped talking. Don't dare to upset him. The hatred in her heart was once again deeply aroused by gritted teeth: it's none of her business! Her man was so angry because of this woman that he almost died, and now he wakes up and has to protect this woman's business!

He was reluctant to do it, so she came to help him cut off this piece of heart!