Chapter 25: Coming Home and Getting Engaged? (3)
"You...... Okay, your wings are stiff, you want to fly, right? Then I'll tell you, no matter what you look like, you're also Lao Tzu's species! You don't want to escape the palm of Lao Tzu's hand! ”
Ye Linming, who was thunderous, puffed out his big eyes and looked at Ye Suman.
If it were someone else, he might have been a little scared, but Ye Suman wouldn't.
Cut the vegetables in your hand and sighed in your heart... Do you really think you're like this?!
"Say whatever you want." He didn't even turn his face to look at the man who was in a rage.
"You... Okay, good, good, Cheng Lanjing, stinky girl, this is the good daughter you taught! Ye Linming pinched his waist and stood up.
"Actually, I don't want to be your seed at all! Also, you'd better be polite to my mother, don't think you're still the suave beautiful man you were back then! After Ye Suman said this, he exhaled deeply.
It's like spitting out the resentment that has been squeezing in your heart for years.
"You! Lao Tzu doesn't give you nonsense, call you back, because you still have someone to want, and there is still a bit of use value, your fiancé will arrive tonight, remember, he is not your blind date, but your fiancé, the future husband! Your engagement feast is tomorrow! ”
After speaking, Ye Linming stood up and slammed the door.
"Squeak...... Syllable! "The door, which was already crumbling, fell to the ground.
"Don't be delusional! Ye Linming, let me tell you, I'm not your pawn! Ye Suman listened to his words, and his hand was unsteady in anger.
"Lin Ming, why are you ......" Cheng Lanjing chased out.
"Stinky, you'd better persuade your daughter well, don't let her ask for trouble." Ye Suman heard the sound of cursing outside.
What are you still delusional?
I'm just a tool in someone's hands.
His eyes were a little moist, but she was forced back by her efforts, crying for such a person, he-
Unworthy!
"Suman, go quickly, I'll stop you at home!" Wiping her hands with her apron, Cheng Lanjing pulled her daughter and pushed it out.
"Mom, I'm gone, can you still live?" There was a picture of my mother being beaten by my father when she was young.
Those images, like a barbed leather whip, pierced her heart over and over again.
When she was a child, she felt that all families got along in the same way as her own family, arguing every day, and she was accompanied by her mother's tears every day.
When I grew up, I realized that my home was just a case.
In fact, dad will also care about people, but his warmth is not for mom.
That authoritative woman, a woman who is dominant in this city, may not know that she is actually someone else's junior.
"Mom has had enough days like this, one less day may be a relief for me, but you are different, you are still young, I understand your father, he can do it when he says it, you also know how powerful that woman's methods are, how ruthless your father's heart is, so Suman, run away."
Ye Suman looked at her mother who was so nervous.
How did she get over all these years?!
A middle-aged woman has no ability, her mother's family does not love or help, she marries far away, and can only be attached to a man who does not love her.
For the sake of his daughter, he is willing to suffer for decades.