Chapter 236: A Different Ma Qijun
"Ma Qijun, didn't you say you were going to..." Ye Xiaomei's lips trembled as she looked at Ma Qijun with fierce eyes.
The girl in the red dress next to him was in her twenties, with a good figure and fair face, and she also had the stability and charm unique to mature women.
Unlike Ye Xiaomei, who has a childlike face.
"Not bad." Before he finished speaking, Ma Qijun raised his lips and gave a sly smile: "I lied to you. What happened is what you saw. What do you want to do?"
The frivolousness in his words and the contempt in his eyes were like a knife that cut through Ye Xiaomei and Ling Chi.
She walked lightly and squinted her eyes as she looked at Ma Qijun. She had never dreamed that he was such a person.
"Xiao Mei, you have to take care of yourself." Shang Zhen couldn't bear to listen any longer, but the other person had been strictly trained, not only was he very skilled, but he was also very tall and strong. Shang Zhen couldn't beat him at all, so he could only comfort Ye Xiao Mei:
"Such a scumbag is not worth your sadness."
Ye Xiaomei took a deep breath and stared at Ma Qijun's face without blinking. He was still handsome, but his expression was completely different from the man beside her.
For a moment, Ye Xiaomei couldn't tell whether the image in her mind was real or a dream.
"Tomboy, watch your words." The woman in red seemed to have taken a reassurance pill. She crossed her arms and took two steps forward, immediately hooking Ma Qijun's arm:
"Qijun, we have some important things to do, let's go."
Shang Zhen got angry immediately and said through gritted teeth: "I... I'm a tomboy? You are a bitch, right? A scumbag and a bitch are really a perfect match."
Ye Xiaomei quickly pulled Shang Zhen, and judging from her attitude, she seemed to be ready to go up and have a fight with others.
Seeing that Ma Qijun didn't even look at Ye Xiaomei, she stepped forward and grabbed Ma Qijun's wrist:
"You don't want the child anymore? Are you planning to divorce me?"
"Whatever you think." Ma Qijun shook off Ye Xiaomei's hand and walked away. The two of them were talking and laughing from behind.
Ye Xiaomei was suddenly struck by thunder. She looked at her palms slowly, then suddenly raised her eyes to look at the backs of the two people.
"You are not my husband, who are you?"
When Ye Xiaomei said this, Shang Zhen who was standing by was almost shocked. He must have been frightened by the huge impact. That man was obviously Ma Qijun.
After these words were spoken, Ma Qijun, who had just stepped onto the arch bridge, stopped and slowly turned back, with a playful smile on his face:
"Ye Xiaomei, you are probably upset. I have never loved you since I married you. Are you using this as an excuse? If you are sick, go see a psychiatrist. I won't accompany you."
After saying that, he grabbed the woman's waist and held her tightly against his body.
Ye Xiaomei smiled with intoxicating dimples on her lips and walked up the arch bridge step by step.
"It's over, it's over!" Shang Zhen felt goosebumps on her back. Ye Xiaomei was definitely overstimulated. What should she do? She also suggested that she go see a psychiatrist as soon as possible. She rushed over and grabbed Ye Xiaomei:
"Let's go to the hospital first. Don't scare me."
"I'm fine, don't worry." Ye Xiaomei pushed Shang Zhen's hand away, stood on the bridge and looked up at the 1.9-meter-tall man:
"You are definitely not my husband. If you don't tell me, I will call the police." She would definitely ask Heizi to investigate and make it clear.
The woman in red was also slightly startled, and subconsciously looked at Ma Qijun, only to see that he just smiled mockingly but didn't say anything else.
"Let's go." The woman in red snuggled in the man's arms, turned around and left, her eyes revealing disgust and contempt for Ye Xiaomei.
Ye Xiaomei followed behind him neither fast nor slow. As she walked, she took out her phone and made a call, but the call showed that it was temporarily unavailable.
"Xiao Mei, let's go see a doctor first. I'm worried about you..."
"I said I'm fine." Ye Xiaomei hung up the phone angrily. Even if the call didn't go through, it couldn't prove that he was Ma Qijun.
Who is this person and why does he look exactly like Ma Qijun?
Plastic surgery? That is a rising industry in the 21st century, and it is extremely popular. However, these projects do not exist in this era. Even if there is a medical beauty industry, the face can be reshaped, but what about the height?
"You are definitely not my husband, so stop pretending in front of me." Ye Xiaomei insisted. Since he was not Ma Qijun, why did he admit that they were husband and wife?
Shang Zhen was so nervous that his palms were sweating. What should he do?
It was not until Ye Xiaomei followed Tang Buci's residence that a foul smell spread.
Apparently, the two men also smelled the stench and changed direction to another courtyard.
Ye Xiaomei watched the two of them disappear into the arched door.
"Xiao Mei, I'm really worried about you." Shang Zhen caught up and looked Ye Xiaomei up and down:
"If a person cannot accept reality as the first step, he or she will become mentally ill. That's how my mother became ill."
"He is really not my husband." Ye Xiaomei's gaze was still fixed on the arched door, her voice surprisingly calm.
"Isn't he your husband? Do you have two husbands? Besides, even if you think he is not your husband, you have to produce evidence." Shang Zhen did not dare to argue with her forcefully. It would be troublesome if his illness became more serious.
"As soon as I touch him..." Ye Xiaomei paused. How could she say such a thing out loud? "Anyway, I'm sure he's not."
"Okay, okay, no, no, it's not your husband. Let's not think about this from now on, okay?" Shang Zhen hurriedly agreed.
"You heard what they said just now, right?" Ye Xiaomei raised her head and looked forward to it. She was really curious at the moment, who was this person?
"Did you hear that? He was talking about Boss Tang, saying that he likes antiques. You must have spent a lot of money to please him." Shang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't look like she was too excited and became stupid.
"That means Tang Buci must have some connection with this person." Ye Xiaomei muttered to herself and turned to look at Tang Buci's courtyard.
Li Yao had vomited so much that he had to hold on to a pillar and couldn't get up.
"Li Yao, when your boss finishes his shower, don't meet other people yet. I have something important to do and will wait for him in the octagonal pavilion."
"Okay Miss Ye, I can't leave alone, you can go by yourself."
Only half an hour was enough. Tang Buci inside shouted, and Li Yao gritted his teeth, put on a "mask", and rushed into the "position" with a cat waist.
Shang Zhen followed closely behind, and was attracted by the ancient and quaint house: "You are a familiar guest now, you must know the place well."
"I've been here several times." Ye Xiaomei stepped into the octagonal pavilion.
I took care of myself by picking up some charcoal and making a pot of tea. There was ready-made tea and spring water that was brought down from the mountain behind by bamboo.
"The scenery of this courtyard is quite nice, but why are there no one in so many rooms?" Shang Zhen looked around.
"It should be Boss Tang's own private activity area." Ye Xiaomei poured two cups of tea and drank them first.
Soon, a foul smell wafted in the wind. Ye Xiaomei suddenly tightened her grip on the teacup and grabbed the ground with her feet, wishing she could dig ten big holes in this octagonal pavilion.
"Xiao Mei, what's that smell?" Shang Zhen was staring at the spring water that flowed out of the split bamboo, when he suddenly smelled an unprecedented stench.
Ye Xiaomei wanted to use her shoes as a mask as she watched Tang Bushi being pushed in by Li Yao.
If Ye Xiaomei was not blind, it was certain that Li Yao seemed to have covered her entire head.
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