Chapter 158: Did you find a wife or a cannon?

Yu Zehui licked his swollen lips, moved closer, and stared at him, "You torture me all day long. Whose wife is like you?"

Zhi Yan put away the cold smile on his lips and pushed him away unexpectedly, "I don't care about other people's wives. Anyway, I am your wife, and you have to accept it even if you can't stand it!"

With his hands behind his back, he walked around the office. Yu Zehui wiped the blood off his lips with his fingertips, and pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Don't look for her anymore. She's not hiding a mistress! If she's hiding someone, she's hiding your wife."

Zhi Yan snorted and said arrogantly, "Who said I was looking for a mistress? I was looking for your secretary. Where is Secretary Zheng? I didn't see her at her workstation when I came in just now..."

Yu Zehui's expression turned cold, "I transferred her to another position!"

"Why?" Zhi Yan's pupils suddenly sank. "Did you have something shameful with her and were afraid of being discovered by me, so you transferred her away?"

Yu Zehui's eyes were full of contempt, "Me? Are you sure? Isn't it you, a bitch?"

"What right do you have to scold me like that?" Zhi Yan rushed up and grabbed his face. Yu Zehui had been caught many times before, so he was alert this time and grabbed his hand. "It's obviously you who go to chat with her every time you come, and you chat for two or three hours. The two of you are almost kissing each other. If I don't transfer her away, I won't even know when I will be cuckolded!"

"Me and her?" Zhi Yan looked at him ridiculously. "I was just talking to her about jewelry. It was because you were too busy that you left me in the lounge as soon as you came to the office."

What's more, she wanted to find out if there was another woman around Yu Zehui?

"You called me a bitch, but you are the bitch! You are wearing a shirt without buttoning it up, who are you going to show your chest muscles to?!"

Yu Zehui, "..."

"That's the way it's designed... no buttons!"

Zhiyan said arrogantly, "Then you can't wear a scarf?"

Yu Zehui's mouth corners were pressed down, "Who the hell wears a suit and a scarf? Do you want to see what kind of weather it is now? The dog days of summer! Do you want to let your husband die of heat so that you can be a widow?"

Zhi Yan covered his mouth, his lips opened and closed, his face pale, "Yu Zehui, don't say such things, I won't make trouble again, don't say such things..."

He had been having nightmares recently. In the dream, he saw Yu Zehui's grave in a cemetery full of ghosts. He didn't believe it, so he knelt in front of the grave and dug. All ten of his fingers were broken before he found the coffin lid. But before he could open the lid, Yu Zehui woke him up.

He woke up crying, hugged Yu Zehui and cried desperately, but fortunately it was just a nightmare. Maybe the tombstone was just a person with the same name, but he had the same dream for several days in a row. He began to be afraid, and the fear would only fade away when he touched the flesh and blood Yu Zehui...

Yu Zehui saw the mist in his peach blossom eyes and pulled him into his arms, "Okay, I won't say anything..."

"You can't tell anyone from now on!" Zhi Yan cried and yelled.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell you again!" Yu Zehui held him on his lap and coaxed him for more than an hour. When the secretary came to urge him, Yu Zehui originally wanted him to get out, but Zhiyan got off his lap, squinted his eyes, and suppressed the mist under his eyes, "You go to the meeting, I'm sleepy, I'll take a nap."

Yu Zehui kissed the corner of his eye, "Okay, then don't let your imagination run wild. I'll be back to sleep with you right after the meeting."

Zhiyan didn't want to make him worry, so he jokingly asked, "Do you want to sleep with clothes on or with your clothes off?"

Yu Zehui wiped away the tears from his eyes and said, "Take off your clothes before sleeping!"

The secretary was still at the door. Zhi Yan said in a low voice, "Then come back and I'll fall asleep. Take off your clothes for me..."

"Yes, my dear wife!" Yu Zehui carried him to the lounge, and Zhi Yan hugged his neck, "You go, I can do it myself..."

Yu Zehui tutted his tongue in dissatisfaction, "Is it not possible for me to carry you in?!"

Zhiyan kissed him on the forehead and said, "Okay!"

It was already afternoon when Zhiyan woke up in the dusk. Yu Zehui was not there, but there was someone sitting next to him. He sat there in a daze for a while, and someone pushed the door open outside the lounge. It sounded like Yu Zehui's bad friends. He got out of bed barefoot and crouched on the crack of the door to eavesdrop.

Sure enough, it was one of Yu Zehui's bad friends, Yang Wenbiao. Among Yu Zehui's bad friends, Zhi Yan hated him the most. He always liked to drag Yu Zehui to nightclubs whenever he had time.

Once he and Yu Zehui had a quarrel, and he drove Yu Zehui out. Yang Wenbiao took advantage of the opportunity and dragged Yu Zehui to a nightclub. Zhi Yan was so angry that he smashed everything in the living room, and then called to report that Yang Wenbiao was gathering with people to solicit prostitution in the nightclub.

Yang Wenbiao was still kissing the beautiful woman passionately when he was handcuffed. The eldest son of the Yang family slept outside for the first time since he was born, and it was in the police station. The floor was too hard, and he couldn't sleep, so he cried and howled.

Yu Zehui was not arrested because all the toilets were occupied, and he wanted to vomit, but had no place to vomit, so he ran to the door to vomit. He escaped the disaster by chance. But he was the crown prince, so who dared to arrest him?

Yu Zehui realized this only after he was half sober. Anyone who dared to mess with his brother must be his sworn enemy. If he couldn't kill him, he would be sorry for his brother. He asked Liu Hai to investigate and kill him if he was found. It turned out that it was not someone else, but his wife who slapped him five or six times and kicked him out of the house three hours ago...

Liu Hai asked him in a sly way if he wanted to chop it off. Yu Zehui thought of Zhi Yan holding the Qi family knife against his crotch. He touched his nose and said with a bit of fear, "Forget it. A good husband won't argue with a petty wife..."

Liu Hai suppressed his laughter and agreed with him, "Yes!"

After laughing, he asked again, "So, Mr. Yang, when are we going to go and get him? Or should we call the police station and ask them to release him?"

"No need. Lock him up for the whole night. He got me drunk tonight and even sent someone to my bed. I had a fight with Zhiyan because of him! I don't know how to comfort him when I get home later..."

Yu Zehui felt like vomiting again. Liu Hai was afraid that he would vomit in the car, so he helped him get out of the car. Yu Zehui was still drunk and his legs were weak. He almost knelt to get out of the car and cursed, "Liu Hai, did you do this on purpose?"

of?!"

"I thought you were..." Liu Hai turned around and saw Zhi Yan, and immediately let go of Yu Zehui. No one helped him, and Yu Zehui fell heavily to the ground, still landing on his face, "Ah... Liu Hai, you fucking... Fuck your grandpa's Liu Hai..."

The fall made his head even more dizzy, as if it was going to split open. Yu Zehui turned over with great difficulty, and the mist in his eyes dissipated. He propped himself on the ground with his hands and squinted at the person in front of him, "Damn, you look like my wife! But not as coquettish as my wife..."

Zhiyan, "..."

Liu Hai was afraid that he would be in trouble, so he ran to the car to hide.

Zhi Yan didn't say anything. He couldn't remember how many times he had gone out to pick up the drunk Yu Zehui in the middle of the night. He bent down to help him, but Yu Zehui pushed him away fiercely, "Fuck you! Get out of the way. If my wife sees you, I'll have to sleep in the doghouse again tonight..."

Zhiyan brushed off the dust on him and said, "Get up, let's go home..."

"Go home? No... My wife is still angry. If I go back, she will make me sleep in a doghouse. I might as well sleep on the street..." Yu Zehui covered his mouth halfway through his words and felt like vomiting again. Zhi Yan pulled his arm up and put it on his shoulder, stumbling and helping him to the trash can. Yu Zehui held the trash can with both hands and vomited for five or six minutes.

Zhi Yan patted him on the back, and when he finished vomiting, he asked Liu Hai to bring a bottle of mineral water over, unscrewed the lid and passed it over. Yu Zehui limped back and looked at him warily, "Are you going to drug me?!"

Zhiyan wanted to slap him, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. He drank a mouthful of mineral water, and his cheeks bulged like a little pufferfish. "Can I drink it now?!"

Yu Zehui took the mineral water and said, "Not only do you look like my wife, your voice is also like..."

Zhiyan, "..."

"How can a drunkard like you have a wife? Is the lipstick mark on your neck from your wife?"

Yu Zehui was about to scold him, but when he heard him say there was lipstick on his neck, he covered his neck and rubbed it again and again, "Lipstick... Damn it! I didn't know! I was drunk, I won't do it again, damn it, what do you think of me? You kiss everyone... Can you help me see if there is any lipstick left?"

Zhiyan's heart softened as he looked at his neck which was almost peeling from being rubbed. Yu Zehui was a member of the Yu family, and it was impossible for him to completely escape from the world of fame and fortune for him.

"No more, go home..."

Yu Zehui staggered and shook off his hand. "I can go back by myself. Don't follow me. I haven't been able to coax my wife well in the first place. If you follow me and he sees me, I won't be able to explain myself..."

Zhiyan lost patience and attacked him from behind, knocking him unconscious. Together with Liu Hai, they carried him into the car. In the back seat, the car window was half-lowered, and the night wind was blowing. Yu Zehui fell on Zhiyan's thighs and muttered, "Wife... Zhiyan... I was wrong... You fucking hit me and it hurts so much..."

Zhi Yan lowered his head and kissed his earlobe, "I'm sorry..."

Yu Zehui buried his head in his stomach, arched it again and again, found a comfortable position and continued to sleep.

Yang Wenbiao was arrested at noon the next day, and he was looking for the person who reported him, saying he would chop him into pieces. Yu Zehui felt sorry for him but kept silent, pretending to be deaf and dumb, and secretly told him not to let anyone investigate.

Another reason why Zhiyan disliked Yang Wenbiao was that he always said bad things about him to Yu Zehui.

For example, now, "Why do you like him so much? What's so good about him? His temper stinks like a sewer, he always likes to beat you up, and he always makes you lose face. If you like him, there are a lot of people like him out there. I'll find one for you!"

Yu Zehui was wiping the Qi family knife with a special cloth. When he heard him say this, his alarm bells went off. "Bullshit! He's sleeping in there. If he hears it, you and I will both die!"

Yang Wenbiao thought of the last time when he sent drunk Yu Zehui home and Zhi Yan chopped his car door in half with the Qi family knife. He shuddered and glanced at the lounge in fear, "Did you find a wife or a cannon?"