"..."

There was silence for a moment, as if all the sounds had been taken away by the flow of people.

Pei Mengzhi's words stopped abruptly.

His ears buzzed and he didn't even realize what Yu Yao had just called.

Pei Mengzhi watched helplessly as the disabled person in his mouth got closer and closer until he was in front of him.

The man is surprisingly young.

His eyebrows were sparse and his face was handsome.

The surrounding lights dyed his face a bright white color, diluting the overwhelming aura on his body, but a fierce and murderous aura was vaguely visible.

Pei Mengzhi couldn't help but shudder.

Yu Yao's footsteps were completely frozen in place, and the last bit of happiness in his heart disappeared without a trace.

He pursed his lips, hiding the shock in his eyes, and called out again: "Uncle Nine."

The wheelchair stopped for a moment like a charity.

"Shi Yan, why are your three nephews here?" Shen Xingjun, who was following him, naturally saw Yu Yao, "Oh, I remembered. I remember when I was checking Miss Si's information, it seemed that he was the person Miss Si was chasing. ?”

As soon as these words came out, the air around him became cold.

Yu Xiheng raised his eyes slightly, his light amber pupils as deep as the sea.

Feng San stumbled: "Master Shen, please don't talk nonsense."

"Did I hear it wrong?" Shen Xingjun said thoughtfully, "I'll find out more when I get back."

Yu Yao frowned and directly clarified the relationship: "Mr. Shen, I have nothing to do with the person you are talking about."

In any case, he didn't want Yu Xiheng to know that there was any history between him and Si Fuqing.

Originally, he had lowered his head in front of Yu Xiheng, and he could no longer let Yu Xiheng catch him.

Mr. Yu has strict requirements on him, and of course it is impossible for him to be involved with an 18th-tier female star.

Simply put, it’s not worthy.

"None of this is important. The important thing is that this is your friend, right?" Shen Xingyun smiled, "You are an amazing friend. Are you saying that Shi Yan is a disabled person?"

"As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together. Whatever your friends are, they are also like you, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Yu Yao's expression changed.

Pei Mengzhi apologized hastily: "Mr. Shen, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it!"

"What's wrong with the disabled?" Shen Xingjun laughed again, and said the next sentence to Yu Yao, "What, do you really look down on the disabled, or do you look down on your uncle Jiu?"

Yu Yao's expression completely changed.

Yu Xiheng could at least walk in the early years. After the age of ten, her leg disease worsened and she was completely unable to move.

There is a lot of gossip in Sijiu City.

Including Yu Yao, they respected Yu Xiheng on the surface, but looked down on him in private, but no one showed it openly.

Now that Shen Xingjun had revealed it directly, Yu Yao felt more embarrassed than ever.

He grimaced and pursed his lips: "Mr. Shen, you are going too far. I have always respected Uncle Jiu and have never had this idea."

Shen Xingjun just smiled and didn't respond.

Yu Yao's fingers tightened, clenched into fists and then unclenched.

Finally, he bent down and lowered his noble head: "Uncle Jiu, my friend made rude remarks and was disrespectful to you. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry."

Pei Mengzhi also apologized.

Yu Xiheng propped up his chin, his eyebrows were sparse, and he didn't even look at Yu Yao from beginning to end.

He said calmly: "Let's go."

Feng San pushed the wheelchair forward.

The three of them left.

Yu Yao stood there, his face turning blue and white, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Yu Xiheng didn't say anything, but he could feel the deep sense of humiliation.

Although he and Yu Xiheng are a generation apart, they are often compared because they are only three or four years apart.

Yu Yao hated it when others said how inferior he was to his genius uncle.

What disgusted him even more was Yu Xiheng himself.

Yu Xiheng seems to have an innate sense of superiority.

What you did just now was clearly contempt for him and not taking him seriously.

Yu Yao clenched his fists tighter and tensed his jaw.

A disabled person, why?

Pei Mengzhi was extremely embarrassed: "Ah Yao, you were scolded for my bad talk. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect your ninth uncle to be so...such..."

He has never been to Sijiu City, let alone entered the Yu family.

I have always heard Yu Yao mention Yu Xiheng, but I have never thought that Yu Xiheng is not the decadent person rumored to be, but rather a noble and noble person.

The nine sons of the Yu family in Sijiucheng are indeed worthy of their reputation.

"Nothing." Yu Yao frowned, "But how come he came to the city and is still here?"

It is true that Yu Xiheng has never been interested in art. The Yu family banquets also left early, but she went to more museums.

"Youth" is also followed by a group of young fans, and it is not a concert of kings and queens.

"Who knows?" Pei Mengzhi shook his head and sighed, "What a pity for your ninth uncle."

If Yu Xiheng's legs were not broken, he would probably be the leader of the Forty-Nine City in the future.

The Yu family's struggle for power is as dangerous as the ancient prince's struggle for heir apparent.

It is a pity that Yu Xiheng was directly deprived of the right to inherit due to leg disease.

It is already foreseeable that when the next generation takes over, his life will not be smooth.

"What a pity." Yu Yao said calmly, "I was born with it, no one can blame me."

Pei Mengzhi wiped his sweat and muttered: "Your uncle Jiu is so powerful. I thought I was meeting the emperor. I almost knelt down just now."

Yu Yao was noncommittal and withdrew his gaze: "Let's go too."

**

In the private parking lot, Si Fuqing also successfully met up with Yu Xiheng.

She raised her hand, her fox eyes were crooked, and she looked obedient: "Boss, look at me, I'm working well."

Feng San's forehead jumped.

Miss Si's appearance is really deceptive.

He has known her for so long, and every time he sees her face, he can't connect her with that strange girl who beat up rough men.

If it was a stranger, I'm afraid he would have been deceived.

Yu Xiheng hummed: "You sang well today."

"Just, I sang a few lines casually." Si Fuqing's eyes brightened, "Boss, do you want to hear the majesty? I can sing it to you seriously!"

Shen Xingjun was confused: "The majestic and dignified one is——"

Feng San hurriedly spoke before he asked: "Miss Si, it's getting late. Let me take you back to your apartment!"

Si Fuqing still looked at Yu Xiheng.

"It's getting late." Yu Xiheng smiled faintly, "Go back and rest early."

"Oh, okay then." Si Fuqing was very disappointed, "I'm leaving."

Shen Xingjun couldn't bear her lonely look.

He turned his head: "Shi Yan, why don't you just let -"

Yu Xiheng glanced at him.

Shen Xingjun shut up.

Yu Tang held Si Fuqing's arm: "Qingqing, let's go, I'll listen to you sing!"

Feng San followed immediately.

"Qingqing, don't be sad, my uncle Jiu just doesn't understand the style." Yu Tang angrily said, "If you sing to him, you should sing to the stone."

"No, I'm not sad." Si Fuqing sighed, "I was just thinking that I really wasn't doing honey.

Trap material.”
To be continued...