Yan Zhen hid in another room and sent frantic messages to Yan Mofei. When he heard the doorbell, he couldn't wait to pull Yan Mofei in.
He also took out his cell phone and carefully took a picture of the situation outside. After making sure that Song Wan did not follow him, he closed the door.
"Son, how is your mother now?"
Yan Mofei shrugged indifferently and sat down on the bed.
"Very angry, shouting that I want to divorce you."
"Ah?" Yan Zhen became even more panicked, frowning and pacing back and forth.
"So what should we do? Your mother has never said anything so harsh. Son, for your father's happiness and for the integrity of your family, you must help him."
"There's nothing I can do. My mom is determined to divorce you this time. She's even had someone draw up a divorce agreement."
Yan Mofei continued to spread his hands. He had grown up so much, and it didn't seem to be a big problem whether his family was complete or not.
"Huh? Who is signing the divorce agreement, a man or a woman?"
Seeing that Yan Zhen's focus was a little off, Yan Mofei said firmly, "A man."
"Male, male?" Yan Zhen was almost stuttering. In front of outsiders, he could appear calm and dignified, but in front of his family, everyone knew his character clearly, and there was no need to hide much.
"If you come down now, won't that leave your mother and that man in the same room?"
Yan Mofei continued to nod: "Yes, didn't you urge me to come down? Otherwise I would have been watching from the side."
"You, you...what can I say about you? Your mother is so weak, what if she is bullied?"
Yan Zhen was in a panic. He ran out of the room without hesitation and didn't even bother to take the elevator. Instead, he ran directly up the stairs, taking three steps at a time, and rushed up with all his might.
After running four floors, he was slightly out of breath, but he still held on to the wall, took two deep breaths, straightened his clothes, and combed his hair.
He hurriedly walked towards his room, reached out and pushed the door, and it opened.
Song Wan was crying breathlessly inside. Yan Zhen became even more panicked. He pushed open the door and saw a hand holding a tissue to wipe the tears of his beloved wife.
Can this be tolerated?
"Let her go!" Yan Zhen shouted, ran out quickly, and braked the car in time.
He looked at Yang Xiaoli, who was crying her heart out but still handing tissues to Song Wan. "Why are you here?"
Yang Xiaoli sobbed and asked doubtfully, "Then where should I be?"
Yan Zhen looked around and didn't see anyone else. Then he realized that he had been deceived by his own son.
He immediately straightened his posture, took out a handkerchief, and said with a distressed look: "Wife, don't cry, it's all my fault. It was a surprise for you. I thought it was you who would open the lid, I didn't expect to be..."
When this was mentioned, Song Wan cried even harder: "Divorce!"
Seeing is believing. She saw the woman hugging his waist with a smile and pressing against his chest.
It's dirty and can't be used anymore.
Yan Zhen walked over again distressedly: "Wife, if you think I did something wrong, you can hit me or scold me, but don't ignore me and don't cry and hurt yourself."
I am crying beside you, and the pain is in my heart.
As he said this, he reached out to wipe Song Wan's tears again.
Song Wan cried miserably, but softly and weakly, as if Xi Shi was holding her heart.
"You mean, divorce doesn't matter to you?"
Yan Zhen felt a chill on his back: "No, absolutely not."
"No? I asked for a divorce, and you didn't even object. You just wanted to divorce me so you could be with those cute girls. You think I'm too old, right?"
Yang Xiaoli stepped aside, watching the two people struggling with each other, and listened to these words, feeling somewhat confused.
So this is how couples quarrel? It's completely different from when they quarrel with their own parents.
But it's so exciting when the two of them quarrel.
"Stop looking." Yan Mofei covered Yang Xiaoli's eyes. This little girl, why would she watch her parents quarreling?
Yang Xiaoli used both hands to pull down Yan Mofei's hands that were covering her eyes: "Boss, are we always going to quarrel after getting married?"
"Will you be considered the youngest then?"
She deliberately put on a stern face and whispered, "Do you think I'm old and don't love me anymore? Divorce!"
Then he started laughing again, saying it was very funny.
At this moment, an accident happened suddenly.
No one knew what Yan Zhen said, but Song Wan suddenly attacked, grabbed Yan Zhen's hand, and threw him over her shoulder.
"Ouch!" Yan Zhen held his old waist, as he fell quite hard.
Song Wan burst into laughter and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "That feels great! Come again!"
Under Yan Zhen's horrified gaze, Yan Mofei took Yang Xiaoli, who was still preparing to continue watching the show, out and considerately closed the door.
Yan Zhen's more suppressed cry of pain was then heard from the room. But a minute later, the sound slowly changed and turned into Song Wan's whimpering.
"Boss! Is uncle beating auntie?"
Yan Mofei smacked her on the head with a slap: "Let's go."
When the two walked out, they happened to meet Lao Song driving back. There was another car following behind him, and several people got out of the car at once.
Leading the group was a middle-aged couple who had lived in the countryside all their lives, relying on farming to support themselves. Therefore, their skin color was dark yellow, but they looked very energetic and strong.
The two of them look somewhat similar to Yang Xiaoli, who can be said to have combined the strengths of both of them.
In the middle are Yang Xiaoli’s two friends. Both of them are very thin and are about the same height as Yang Xiaoli. Although they are not as delicate as her, they have exquisite makeup on.
Yang Xiaoli ran towards them instantly: "Dad, Mom, Shushu, Rongrong, I miss you so much."
She opened her arms, looking as if she wanted to embrace all four of them at once.
Yang's father and mother were also very happy to see their daughter. Although she would go back to see them every Chinese New Year and send back a lot of money, it still made them feel distressed.
The two little sisters also wanted to hug Yang Xiaoli, but because her parents were in front, they could only quietly queue up at the back.
What no one expected was that before they moved, the person at the back moved first.
He pushed aside the four people in front of him, squeezed through the middle, and then opened his arms to hug Yang Xiaoli.
"Xiao Li, I miss you so much!"
He had a loud voice and his skin was darker than Yang's father and mother. When he saw Yang Xiaoli, he was like a hungry wolf seeing a little white rabbit, with excitement flashing in his eyes.
But just when he was about to hug Yang Xiaoli, Yang Xiaoli was suddenly pulled back by someone and couldn't help but retreat.
The man missed and glared at Yan Mofei who was holding Yang Xiaoli.
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