Chapter 40 How many times



Chapter 40 How many times

Yuan gently covered his sore nose, then quickly slipped away along the wall.

Pei Qianheng looked at Yuan Qingqing who ran away by sticking to the wall: ...

He couldn't help but ask the bodyguard: "How many times has this happened?"

Bodyguard: "This is the fourth time."

The first time was in our residential complex, the second time was when we just moved, the third time was in the corridor this morning, and the fourth time is now.

It's so pitiful for the king that he rarely wants to pursue a girl.

As a result, when the girls saw the king, they were shocked and ran away.

To this day, the king has never had a serious conversation with a girl.

Pei Qianheng also felt defeated and walked into the corridor weakly. The air was still filled with the aura of evil.

But no fierce ghost was seen.

Obviously destroyed.

Pei Qianheng walked out of the corridor and looked again in the direction where Yuan Qingqing left.

Yuan Qingqing returned to the escalator, but Yuan Tingting was gone. Everything had returned to normal.

There were only workers repairing and inspecting the escalator. They were very surprised that the escalator was not broken, but Yuan Tingting's leg was broken.

Meng Yusi: "Why are you pinching your nose? Is your nose bleeding?"

Yuan shook her head lightly and bumped into the wall. Fortunately, she was a human being now, otherwise, she would have been shattered to pieces by that collision.

Meng Yusi looked at her suspiciously, and then told her about the progress after she left.

After Yuan Tingting was rescued, her right leg was gone, empty and bloody.

Then she was pushed into the operating room by the nurse, and the amputation surgery that was arranged for Yuan Tianyou became Yuan Tingting's.

Mrs. Yuan and Yuan Tianyou left directly without staying at the operating room door to wait for Yuan Tingting.

Meng Yusi: "The life-changing ring you mentioned yesterday is real."

Yuan Qingqing: "When did I ever tell a lie?"

They just didn't believe it, and then they were slapped in the face.

Meng Yusi was curious: "But didn't she take it off? Why was she able to change it successfully?"

Yuan Qingqing: "The Life-Changing Ring is not just a ring. It is effective when you wear it, but ineffective when you take it off."

“The so-called life-changing ring is made of glass, but it can show the light of top-grade emeralds because there is a ghost inside.”

"I advised Yuan Tingting to take it off, but she refused. After a while, the ghost haunted her, not to mention that blood had seeped into the ring."

"She will be identified by the ghost. It will be useless even if you chop her off, let alone pick her finger."

After hearing this, Meng Yusi felt a chill down his spine.

"From now on, I have a shadow on emeralds."

Yuan raised his head and smiled at him: "Then give me all the emeralds in your home. I have no shadow."

Meng Yusi looked at her greedy look and curled his lips: "No, I'll sell it for money and wait for you to live broadcast and reward you."

"Tsk, what a fool."

Yuan looked down on him lightly.

Meng Yusi followed her and said, "Can you solve this situation?"

"Sure, it's easy."

"Then why don't you help Yuan Tingting solve it?"

Yuan gently stopped and looked up at him: "Do you think I look like the Virgin Mary?"

It is difficult to persuade a dead ghost with kind words.

What's more, since Yuan Tingting was not nice to her, she would definitely not be a saint who would do a thankless job.

As for Yuan Tianyou, the backlash from the Life-Exchanging Ring will only be even more terrifying.

Meng Yusi shook his head: "Like a rabbit."

Oh, the Virgin Mary can shine and save people without distinction, and the little rabbit will bite people when it gets anxious.

Yuan went home quietly and arrived at the gate of the community.

Before getting off the car, Meng Yusi asked Yuan Qingqing: "Then the face you showed my mother was also real?"

Yuan gently hooked his finger at him.

Meng Yusi thought she wanted to whisper something, so he leaned forward.

Pah pah.

Meng Yusi's handsome face was hit twice. It didn't hurt, but it was loud.

It felt strange when that soft palm hit my face.

Meng Yusi sat up straight with a red face: "Why did you hit me?"

Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "If you don't believe me, then slap me in the face in advance. One or two slaps are not enough. I can slap you more."

Meng Yusi snorted, turned around and got out of the car: "I don't believe you, my parents are truly in love."

Yuan stepped on the accelerator lightly, giving Meng Yusi a blast of exhaust gas.

Meng Yusi: ...

Did his father really have a lover outside?

Meng Yusi believed in Yuan Qingqing's metaphysical abilities, but he also believed in his father's character.

There must be some misunderstanding here.

Meng Yusi drove home and felt a heavy atmosphere before he even entered the house.

"Dad, Mom."

When Meng Yusi saw his parents sitting in the living room, facing each other, his heart skipped a beat.

He laughed sarcastically: "It's not the right time for me to come back. I will get out right away and not disturb your world of two."

When Meng Yusi was about to leave, Mrs. Meng stopped him and said, "Your father and I are getting a divorce."

Meng Zhenhai: "Don't listen to your mother's nonsense. There is no way I will get a divorce."

Mrs. Meng: "Your father cheated on his wife for 30 years, raised his first love outside, and raised other people's children for 30 years."

"Do you think I'm a fool if I don't want a divorce?"

Meng Zhenhai: "Wife, please listen to my explanation. She and I are really not what you think."

"Her late husband was my good brother. I just helped take care of him."

"We have been together for 28 years, but you don't believe me, but you believe the words of a little girl?"

With a snap.

Mrs. Meng threw the teacup on the table at Meng Zhenhai, smashing his head and causing bleeding.

"Qingqing is not a bad girl. If it weren't for her, I don't know how long you would have kept this a secret from me."

Meng Zhenhai, who was hit, was not angry, but knelt in front of Mrs. Meng.

"Anyway, I haven't let you down. If you don't believe me, I will kneel on the ground and won't get up."

"I will never divorce you even if I die."

Meng Yusi was completely confused when he saw his parents quarreling and fighting for the first time.

Growing up, whenever my mother frowned, my father would coax her in a gentle voice and my mother would go down the stairs.

Mrs. Meng didn't buy Meng Zhenhai's kneeling trick, so she called Meng Yusi over and threw a handful of photos at Meng Zhenhai's face.

"Ask him in front of your son, this is the wife you took care of your friend."

"Well, you took care of your friend's wife in the hotel and in bed. Aren't you afraid that your friend will climb into your bed in the middle of the night?"

The photos were scattered all over the floor.

They were all photos of Meng Zhenhai, his mistress, and his son. They looked like a family of three.

There are also censored intimate photos of them entering and leaving the hotel, and on the bed.

These photos did not hit Meng Yusi's face, but they were much louder and more painful than the two slaps Yuan gave him.

"Mom, how do you know this?"

Mrs. Meng was so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe. She lowered her eyes and tried to calm down.

"After she told me softly, I asked someone to investigate. I didn't expect that they would find out the truth so quickly."

She trusted him too much, and he was too good at pretending and deceiving her.

Meng Zhenhai looked at so many photos and stopped trying to argue. He stopped kneeling and stood up from the ground.

"I will never get divorced, even if I die."

Meng Zhenhai is gone.

Meng Yusi sat quietly with Mrs. Meng for a long time.

A long time later, he sent a message to Yuan Qingqing: "My mom wants to divorce my dad because he cheated on me, but my dad said he would never divorce me."

【Yuan Qingqing: Then let your mother be careful. 】

【Meng Yusi:? 】

[Yuan Qingqing: I would rather die than get a divorce, then I will just lose my spouse.]


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