sinovels Chapter 72 Love 2 No Doubt
Chapter 72 Love 2 No Doubt
Rong Xiao almost looked at Yun Zian in astonishment, completely unexpected that Yun Zian didn't know about this matter!
"I..." His mind was so messed up, coupled with his impatience, that he stumbled and couldn't tell, "I sent a message to your mobile phone that day, if you want to marry me, go to the old man Looking for me somewhere, but I waited for you there for a whole night, but I didn't wait for you."
Rong Xiao's back secreted a lot of sweat due to the physical and mental shock, and the salty sweat rushed into the bleeding wounds again. The pain was as burning as fire, but it was not as severe as the pain caused by the sudden contraction of the heart, "I thought it was because you didn't You are willing to marry me, but you have to fulfill the marriage contract due to the pressure of your family, so I booked a ticket to fly abroad..."
Rong Xiao couldn't continue when he said this, "I thought that if I left, I would be able to give you back your freedom, but I didn't expect..."
In the past, he thought that Yun Zi'an didn't love him, so he refused to look at him who was free by nature, and was bound in a cage because of the marriage contract, but the clinker Yun Zi'an had a deep-rooted love for him. Life and life missed three years, and each other suffered for three years...
"I think about you every night when I am abroad. When I sit by the campfire, I will look at the starry sky and wonder whether you are happy on the other side of the ocean at this time, and whether you have found the person who has the ability to protect you... "Rong Xiao's eyes were already red, and he almost held back his tears, "I get so jealous sometimes, who is the lucky guy who can get all your love, hold you, and hold you? Kiss you, hug and fall asleep together..."
"Yun Zi'an..." Rong Xiao had never felt such sharp pain in his heart, he lowered his head and screamed like a beast, "Why didn't you come to see me three years ago..."
"I..." Yun Zian's pupils trembled deeply, his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword, and blood gushed out from the gap, "I don't know..."
"I don't know at all, you sent me a message..."
what is going on?Why exactly three years ago?Yun Zian's mind was too chaotic at this moment, all kinds of sharp and noisy voices almost made his nerves explode, and he clenched his teeth tightly.
"I want to go home." Yun Zian finally panted with his chest trembling violently, took a deep look at Rong Xiao, and took two steps back, "I want to go home and ask for clarification."
As soon as the words fell, he turned around and ran towards the gate——
"Yun Zi'an!" Rong Xiao was taken aback, and just wanted to catch up, but he didn't want his knees that had just been whipped to go soft before he could exert force, causing him to fall to the ground, and the wound on his back was hurt. The impact shattered again, Rong Xiao endured the severe pain, and roared at Yun Zian's back, "Yuan! Come back—!"
But at this time, Yun Zian could no longer hear any sound clearly, and his blood rushed to the Tianling Gai, even making his eyes red and bloodshot, and he could only think about one thing—going back to Yun's house, and getting this Ask everything clearly!
What exactly caused him and Rong Xiao to miss three years!
The sports car flicked its tail and disappeared on the mountain road like a black lightning bolt, and the violent roar of the engine lingered in the air for a long time.
Rong Xiao, who was helped to rush out of the gate, just watched the taillights of the sports car disappear out of breath, turned his head and roared at the servant, "Quick! Get out of my Bugatti Veyron!"
Squeak-!
Accompanied by the screeching sound of brakes, the wheels of the sports car rubbed against the ground and left black marks as long as seven or eight meters before finally stopping.
Yun Zian pushed open the driver's door, got out of the car with long legs, and looked at the butler who was walking towards him, his eyes were full of viciousness, "Where is that bastard Yun Weibin!"
"This..." The butler was obviously taken aback by the anger on his body, "Second Young Master, this..."
"Then I'll find it myself." Yun Zian stopped talking nonsense to him, he knew that the entire Yun family was under Yun Weibin's eyeliner from top to bottom, presumably when his car stopped at the door, that bastard got wind of it , I don’t know which woman’s bed he is hiding in.
With a bang, he kicked open a door. He kicked all the doors on the second floor open in this way. No matter how hard the housekeeper and servants followed him, he couldn't persuade him.
The man and woman hugging upstairs on the bed were obviously taken aback. The woman screamed and shrank into the quilt, but Yun Weibin seemed much calmer. He put on his shirt slowly, touched the cigarette case beside the bed, and took a cigarette in his mouth. On the mouth, "What are you doing this late at night?"
There was a bad smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, and he looked extraordinarily cold, "My dear brother?"
Yun Zian didn't have a gentleman's style, so he stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar, and just like that, he lifted a big man in his hands, dragged him down from the second floor, and fell hard on the sofa. A fist hit Yun Weibin's sideburns, "Did you delete that text message?"
"What?" Yun Weibin laughed as if he didn't understand what he was saying, "What text message?"
He looked at Yun Zian innocently, and sat up with his upper body propped up, "My dear brother hasn't come home for a long time, and he questioned me as soon as he came home, what's the reason?"
"You fucking don't pretend to be innocent!" Yun Zian growled almost angrily, "You're a fucking brother!"
At this time, a woman screamed from the stairs, "Xiao Bin!"
Yun Zi'an's stepmother, Pang Qin, was wearing a silk nightgown with a mask on her face, looking at them in horror, "What's going on!"
"Speak!" Yun Zian ignored his stepmother, but took out his phone from his pocket and threw it on the sofa, "What the hell happened to the text messages back then—!"
"What text message..." Yun Weibin laughed stiffly, "I can't understand what you are talking about..."
"I advise you to think about it with your horse-pissed head, and tell me that text message back then word by word..." Yun Zian gritted his teeth when he said these words, the muscles on his cheeks Hard as a rock, "Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
"I told you I don't know..." From the corner of Yun Weibin's eyes, he saw that Pang Qin was calling the security captain with her mobile phone, and then looked at Yun Zian, trying to delay time, "Today is a day for family reunion, brother But you come here to play such a fraternal fight, whose heart are you trying to upset? You..."
Boom-!
Yun Zi'an grabbed the broken hair at the back of his head, slammed his head on the coffee table, and even smashed the glass coffee table with cobweb-like cracks. He held the phone in his hand and pressed it against Yun Weibin. The face, even the facial muscles were squeezed to the point of deformation, "I'll give you three seconds."
"one……"
"Why don't we talk about something else?" Even though Yun Weibin was pressed down on the coffee table, he still had the guts to provoke Yun Zian, "Talk about your husband? Is he particularly good in bed? Otherwise, there is no way to satisfy him." you?"
"I think he's a big deal..." The smile on Yun Weibin's face has become obscene and wretched, "Or can't you serve you like this? It takes ten or eight people... Ugh!"
Yun Weibin's pupils suddenly dilated, and the smile on his face was instantly torn apart, because Yun Zian stuffed the entire phone into his mouth, the corners of his mouth were stretched to the extreme, and his tongue even tasted the taste of his own blood !
There was a sneer on Yun Zi'an's face, one hand was stuck on his neck, the other was pressing the end of the phone, and he was still trying to squeeze the fuselage into his throat little by little, "Brother... you want Otherwise, how about a good memory?"
"Xiao Bin—!" Pang Qin fell down the stairs instantly when she saw this scene, almost screaming at the top of her lungs, "You little bastard——!"
She yelled at the servants with a ferocious face, "What are you waiting for! Don't separate everyone—!"
However, the servants did not dare to step forward to Yun Zian, who was full of oppressive aura around him. They struggled back and forth between Pang Qin's order and Yun Zian's cold eyes, "Husband... madam, but..."
"Go on—!" Pang Qin was so angry that she ignored her demeanor as a housewife, took off the slippers on her feet and smashed them out, "Go on—!"
Several servants had no choice but to walk forward tremblingly, Yun Zi'an picked up Yun Weibin's hair and slammed his face on the wall with a bang, picked up the decorative vase in the corner with one hand, and snapped smashed it, put the sharp end against Yun Weibin's neck, and even drew bloodstains, looked around the crowd with a sneer, "I'll see who dares to come up!"
Just when everyone was at a loss, a roar came from the railing on the second floor, "Everyone stop—!"
As a father, Yun Xiangyu finally appeared. He was wearing a suit, with a serious face, his hair combed back meticulously, a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his figure was not out of shape in the slightest.
With the majesty unique to being a head of the family, he looked at Yun Zi'an and shouted angrily, "Zian, let your brother go!"
"It finally came out?" Yun Zian couldn't help laughing when he saw him, "That's right, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the whole family has to be reunited no matter what."
The half of the porcelain bottle in his hand moved forward again, and the sharp fragments had pierced Yun Weibin's neck, and blood was gurgling, "You may ask what your good son has done?"
"Now I only see my younger son planning to kill my elder son!" Yun Xiangyu roared while supporting the railing with his chest vibrating, "Are you a beast? Do something to your brother?"
"I'm a beast?" Yun Zi'an smiled angrily, and looked at his father with an extremely cold expression, "Then you are not as good as a beast?"
Fei Xiangyu choked on his chest, "You—"
"Three years ago, what was in the wine that Rong Xiao drank, you know exactly?" His own son, sent to a man's bed?"
Boom-!
Outside the gap of the Yun family's gate, the late Rong Xiao stood in place like a thunderbolt, and all the sounds in his ears disappeared for a moment, only the sound of his own beating heart remained.
Three years ago... Yun Zi'an was sent to... his bed by Yun Xiangyu?