243, the dead

The weather was hot, and a heat wave hit, holding up a shady branch outside the door and rubbing in the wind, like the sound of the wind breaking the waves. In the quietest courtyard of the main mansion of Black Moon City, Han Jing leaned on the swing and watched the hot sun turn into a little bit of light spots.

Yang Feng has been standing in the light spot for a long time.

I don't know if it's because of the sultry heat or other reasons, her face is a little flushed. Han Jing raised her face, and the outline of her face against the light is more three-dimensional, and her neck is stretched with beautiful lines. She looked at the dust dancing wildly in the beam of light emitted from the gap between the leaves.

No matter what Yang Feng said, she ignored it.

"Ajing, that marriage was arranged by the family, and I have never agreed."

"I didn't tell you because I wanted to terminate the marriage contract as soon as possible."

"The Yuan family is a pharmacist family that existed before the establishment of the Six Temple Alliance, which is very influential, so it is more troublesome to dissolve this marriage than I imagined."

said a lot, whether it was a sincere idea or not, but Yang Feng said it very sincerely, and he only had to swear.

For Han Jing, Yang Feng has been branded as a liar, and every word he says is not credible. She just doesn't want to quarrel with him or quarrel with him.

I'm tired, really tired, not only physically, but also mentally.

After her mother left, her childhood came to an end. She entered a rebellious period prematurely because of her dissatisfaction with her father until she ran away from home. She walked very hard along the way.

There was an illusion that Yang Feng's embrace was a harbor where she could rest when she was tired. In fact, even if that harbor exists, it is not only her.

No matter how cold his father is, he also loves his mother, but when his mother is alive, he married his aunt. When his mother dies, he still has his aunts hugs left and right. Han Jing is really worthless for her mother.

She thought her life would be different, but the world was as black as a crow. Yang Feng, who felt okay, was actually a liar and came to provoke herself when he had a marriage contract.

Is it that I'm too stupid to cheat? His fiancee needs to come to the door to know the truth!

Han Jing is very tired. She has no energy to be angry after thinking so much, and she has no strength to drive away Yang Feng, who is in the way.

Yang Feng, who kept talking all the time, gradually lowered his voice. Staring at Han Jing's side face for a long time, he half begged and said angrily, "Jing, I believe I really didn't mean to deceive you. I dare not lie to anyone!"

Suddenly, she wanted to laugh. She didn't understand whether she wanted to laugh at him or herself. Han Jing didn't understand how this man could lie with her eyes open. Nima doesn't call it a lie like this, so how can it be called a lie? After he and his wife and grandchildren are getting married to a famous match, is she still stupidly deceived?

Is there a lower limit for shamelessness? This man!

If the ice soul sword can be pulled out, Han Jing really wants to cut his tongue with a sword.

"Jing, what should I do to believe me?" Yang Feng asked quite helplessly. In his unfavorable love history, it was the first time to meet such a difficult woman as Han Jing. No, she is the only one in this family without a break. Other women are like butterflies for fear of slowing down.

made up her mind not to open her mouth, and Han Jing narrowed her eyes. He took his words as the buzz of flies and completely ignored them.

Yang Feng finally withdrew.

When he came to the front hall, Yang Feng's face was as black as the ancient well water that could drown people, and his aura was so strong that he made his subordinates tremble for fear of becoming an unlucky breath.

The only one who can maintain a normal state in front of Yang Feng is Ye Guyun. He sat in the position of the city owner, with his waist straight back. Looking at Yang Feng coming in, he did not mean to give up his seat or get up to meet him.

The eyes of the two met, and the knives and guns almost splashed sparks.

There is no need to flatter and disdain Yang Feng. Ye Guyun said without a title: "There are many outsiders from Heiyue City. There are many people in the Xuan Temple.

"Didn't anyone teach you to add a title to show respect for your boss before reporting?" Yang Feng's fault-finding tone had no intention of listening to Ye Guyun report the situation at all.

Ye Guyun simply stood up and left. He was overwhelmed by hatred to cooperate with Yang Feng, but it did not mean that he thought it was necessary to respect Yang Feng.

"Hight!" Yang Feng roared.

Ye Guyun, who ignored it, continued to move forward, but was stopped at the door. He didn't draw a knife, because it was Xie Jin who saved his life. He looked at Xie Jin silently.

Yang Feng did not dare to order to deal with Ye Guyun. He wiped off a piece of oily skin of Ye Guyun. His relationship with Han Jing was even worse, and it was even more hopeless. But it's too faceless for him to let Ye Guyun leave like this.

The two are so deadlocked.

Yang Feng's subordinates inside and outside the hall felt standing on the crater that was about to erupt, and everyone was so nervous that their foreheads were sweating.

At this time, Han Ruomei arrived.

Get off the bus outside the gate of the city owner's mansion and look at the rebuilt city owner's mansion. Han Ruomei can't find the feeling of returning to her hometown. In addition to sadness, the hatred is even stronger, and she can't wait to rebuild the Ye family. She really wants to announce loudly that the Ye family is back, and this Black Moon City is still the territory of my Ye family.

The guard guard of the door was not very interested in watching this woman who was older than her actual age. If it hadn't been for the carriage and horse as the emblem of the city lord's mansion, they would have roughly expelled her.

Finally, he noticed the impatient faces of the guards. Han Ruomei smiled and said, "Is Ye Guyun there? I'm her mother."

Ye Guyun seemed to be unable to share the favor of the temple owner, but he had a strong relationship with the deputy temple owner. Of course, the guards would not embarrass his mother and invited her in immediately.

The moment Ye Guyun saw his mother's face, he knelt down silently.

Han Ruomei came over calmly, walked to her son, put her silk hand on her son's shoulder, as if the mother and son had met at breakfast and said in the usual tone, "Yun'er, what are you kneeling for? Where is Ajing? When her aunt comes, does she also hide?

Tears forced her back, and Ye Guyun said in his usual tone, "A Jing didn't know that her mother was coming. I'll call her."

After her son stood up, Han Ruomei took the opportunity to grab his hand and said safely, "Her ghost elf doesn't need you to call her. It must come right away."

As if testifying for Han Ruomei's words, Han Jing's voice came from afar: "Ah, aunt is here!"

Hearing the lively voice, Yang Feng couldn't help but be refreshed. He is really not used to the cold and tinging appearance, which makes him more flustered than the state of taking a breath of wood just now.

"Is this the Lord Yang Fengyang? The surviving people of the Ye family would like to thank Gao Yi, the owner of the Yang family, for upholding justice for the Ye family. After crossing the threshold for a few steps, Han Ruomei bowed.

Yang Feng raised his hand in vain, and a soft force stopped Han Ruomei from bowing. Mrs. Ye doesn't need to be polite. Ye Guyun is my subordinate. Naturally, I will not ignore such a thing. Otherwise, wouldn't it make the world think that the people in my Xuanqi Temple are too incompetent to protect even their ancestral graves? He laughed and had a good attitude, but his meaning was mean.

Han Ruomei couldn't hear it and smiled, "In a word, I want to thank Lord Yang."

Ye Guyun's face turned blue, but he was pinched by his mother's fingers and did not dare to attack.

"Thank you for this bastard!" Han Jing rushed in, hugged Han Ruomei's right arm and called "auntie" affectionately, and then waved her fist and shouted, "It's my credit and Ayun. Well, and Elder Xie Jin and others have nothing to do with that bastard. Aunt doesn't have to thank him. A Yun didn't have to accept his feelings as the owner of the Black Moon City. He also took advantage of it.

Han Ruomei only knew that Han Jing was favored, but she didn't know that she scolded Yang Feng in front of her face. He laughed so cheaply as if he had eaten honey, and suddenly raised the status of this girl in Yang Feng's heart.

The son's mind is naturally clear as a mother. In the past, she supported her son's pursuit of Han Jing, but now Han Ruomei thinks it is necessary to remind her son Huijian to cut her love. However, her headache is that her son is a dead-hearted child, and I'm afraid it's not easy to give up her feelings for A Jing.

"Jing, don't talk so unmeasuredly. You are also a big man." Han Ruomei scolded in a low voice.

Since the death of her mother, when Han Jing was at home, she gave face to the two female elders, Han Jiangniang and Han Ruomei, and her preaching to them could still be heard - whether it was pretended or not.

"Oh, aunt, don't teach Jing a lesson as soon as you come. Let's go. I'll take you to the backyard to rest. Han Jing spit out her tongue mischievously and walked out with Han Ruomei.

"Auntie still wants to talk to Yang Dian."

"Just talk to A Yun. Don't pay attention to that bastard. If you see him, you will have an appetite. Let's go quickly."

"You girl, what's going on? Don't be naughty." Han Ruomei whispered annoy. She is still afraid that Han Jing will annoy Yang Feng.