The president's runaway wife

Chapter 20 The patriarch pick flowers!

"Are you all right? Get in the car and take you to the hospital."

Hearing Ning Xue's call for help, Yu Zhanpeng left his hand and rushed over. I just heard her say that she met the robber, and he was worried about whether she would be hurt? Now seeing her standing here safe and sound, the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

As soon as he relaxed, he secretly admired Ning Xue: Fortunately, you knew that you called me when you needed help. Otherwise, the matter of breaking the iron gate will have to be well calculated.

"Thank you!"

A rare smile at him, Ning Xue got into the car and sat in the passenger seat next to him. After sitting down, the smile on her face immediately disappeared. Looking at the eyes in front with a sneer, he said to himself: If Guan Yu's mobile phone hadn't been able to get through, I wouldn't bother to look for you!

"The number just now is..."

"It's a mobile phone picked up by a passer-by."

Ning Xue answered without any expression, and her eyes still looked ahead. Because she saw Ouyang Junqi enter the cafe in front of her. Which woman are you dating? Unfortunately, I'm not interested in knowing!

Yu Zhanpeng's narrow eyes flashed, but he didn't ask anything more. Do you really think I don't know that number? Woman, you look at me too low!

He called the police station to report the case. Yu Zhanpeng took the thoughtful Ning Xue to the hospital to take medicine and change the gauze.

After finishing these, it's noon. After finding a place to solve the lunch, Yu Zhanpeng drove Ning Xue home. But as soon as he drove the car on the viaduct, he answered a phone, and then looked at Ning Xue sideways in embarrasment.

"What's the matter?" Ning Xue asked curiously.

"I don't think I can spend tonight in Yucheng."

"Why?"

"There is something urgent in my hometown. I have to rush back immediately."

Ning Xue understands. But what does this have to do with her?

"It's urgent. I don't have time to send you back. You can go back with me and come back tomorrow morning."

Yu Zhanpeng simply explained, and the two sword eyebrows frowned involuntarily.

Ning Xue nodded helplessly and quietly looked at the scenery outside the car window. With his temper, no matter how strongly he opposes it, it is in vain. Just think of it as going out for sightseeing. Maybe we can find something interesting, something interesting!

Yu Zhanpeng breathed a sigh of relief and was very satisfied with her attitude. I don't know when he began to feel that as long as Ning Xue was not noisy, the world would be peaceful.

Three hours later, their car finally stopped at a place called Yujia Village.

Standing outside the car, Ning Xue looked at the beautiful foreign-style houses standing on both sides of the road and couldn't believe that she was in the countryside. Not to mention that the parking lot covering an area of dozens of mu in front of us is luxurious enough, the countless famous cars parked in it all imply the wealth of the village. However, why did Yu Zhanpeng, who went out from here and owns a nationally famous "U" group, still drive a broken Buick?

"Let's go!"

Seeing Ning Xue standing there looking at the car in the parking lot in a daze, Yu Zhanpeng held her with limited mobility and reminded her that it was time to leave.

However, Ning Xue's eyes stopped on the bright rose behind the parking lot. The flowers there are so beautiful and beautiful!

"I came back in an emergency. Let's go!"

Looking at her so distracted, Yu Zhanpeng felt that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time. It was better to leave here quickly so as not to cause trouble.

"Surnamed Yu, go and pick one for me!"

Looking at the red roses in the distance, Ning Xue grabbed Yu Zhanpeng's clothes and pulled them up excitedly. She envies the people of this village very much. It should be a happy thing to live in this place where flowers bloom every day!

"Do you really want it?"

Yu Zhanpeng was a little embarrassed, but he asked seriously.

Ning Xue nodded and didn't understand how he became a mother-in-law? Isn't it just a flower? This is his place. Can't you pick a flower?

It was strange that Yu Zhanpeng scratched his head reluctantly and looked hesitant.

"Psagall, what are you doing standing stupidly? Go and pick it!"

A mocking male voice said behind them, followed by a burst of cheerful laughter.

Pzu chief? Ning Xue looked back curiously. In a field not far from them, five or six young men wearing straw hats and holding hoes were looking at them with a smile.

"Don't you go to work? What are you messing with?"

Yu Zhanpeng is a little unhappy. When you meet these little bastards who are three or eight more than women, I don't know what kind of rumors will be made for him?

"Psage, your sister-in-law asked you to pick flowers! Go and pick it!"

"Yes, pick it!"

"The patriarch..."

The young men began to laugh unscrupulously again without putting Yu Zhanpeng's words in their hearts at all.

Looking at these people who laughed presumptuously, Yu Zhanpeng made a straight face, stopped making a sound, and pulled Ning Xue and left.

Now Ning Xue understood that Yu Zhanpeng was their patriarch. But as the head of the family, why is he afraid of those young men? Also, why doesn't he want to help him pick flowers?

After a few steps, Yu Zhanpeng suddenly remembered that Ning Xue had an injury on her leg, so he stopped again. Without asking her permission, he hugged her and quickly left the parking lot. After a long walk, a message came from those young men - "Py patriarch, your house is very lively now!"

What's wrong! Do you want to say this? If it's not lively, I won't come back! Looking sideways, Yu Zhanpeng was a little speechless.

"Why are you afraid of them?"

Ning Xue hung his neck and asked puzzledly.

Are you afraid of them? This should be the funniest thing this year! If it hadn't been for this damn rule, would I have avoided them like this? Yu Zhanpeng sneered, but he also felt that it was a little funny.

Ning Xue was a little dissatisfied with his silence, but there was nothing she could do with him. If they don't say it, they can't pry open his teeth and force a confession, right? Even if she wants to do this, she doesn't have that ability!

After walking for a few minutes, Yu Zhanpeng slowed down in front of a yard surrounded by many people.

Someone looked back in the crowd. Seeing that it was them, he quickly called the people next to him to make way. However, everyone's eyes flashed with surprise and doubtful eyes.

These people's eyes are so strange! Ning Xue's eyes quickly glanced at the strange-looking people around her and came to a conclusion: these people must have never seen their patriarch holding a woman!

Entering the yard, Ning Xue saw it clearly, and there were also many people in the yard.

Two women are centered on these people. Standing in the right corner of the yard was a woman in her early thirties, with her hands on her waist, dressed very enchantingly. Opposite her stands a woman in her forties who still shows her former beauty. From their red faces and hatred, it is not difficult to see that they are hostile to each other at this moment. And these people inside and outside the yard also came to watch for the dispute between the two.

Seeing the formation of the two, Yu Zhanpeng admired their vigorous energy. It has been three hours since he received the phone call, and they are still standing here, arguing. It really surprised him.

When the older woman saw Yu Zhanpeng, she immediately showed a kind luster, snorted coldly at the younger woman, and walked over like a whirlwind to help him stand on the ground safely.

"Thank you."

Ning Xue smiled sweetly at the woman who suddenly became amiable.

"Huh? Zhan Peng, this lady is very familiar! Have you seen it somewhere? Or did you bring it back?"

The woman pointed to Ning Xue and pulled Yu Zhanpeng curiously. Yu Zhanpeng's face changed slightly and quickly turned his face to the woman.

What kind of mystery are they fighting? Ning Xue stared at two people with different looks, full of doubts.