You'er blushed, looked at him without showing any signs of weakness, and yelled back, did she fall in love with him? I don't know, she only knew that she would be sad when she saw him sad, and she would be the first to think of him when encountering difficulties and dangers.
he.
"No matter what, Yu Yishan, you are my Nangong Yi's fiancee, my Nangong Yi's woman."
Nangong also looked at You'er's excited expression. If she didn't want to admit it now, she wouldn't admit it. Sooner or later, he would hear her admit it personally.
"He is your old man's tool to deal with the Yu family! He wants the Yu family's property, and his appetite is too big. Bingshan, will you listen to him and help him?"
You'er asked, can he? Even if he can, there is no chance, because she is not Yu Yishan.
"What do you think! I am always under his control now."
Nangong also smiled bitterly and sat on the sofa.
"Bingshan, why does he do this to you? Are you not his biological child?"
Your son is curious, tiger poison can also eat its seeds! Who would treat his own son like this? There is only one explanation, he is not his biological son.
"My mother, she was a commercial spy. She approached him in order to obtain trade secrets. She set him up and finally gave birth to me. Therefore, he hated her and hated me. He transferred all his hatred of her to me.
On the body, can you understand if I say this? Pig——"
Nangong Yi said it calmly, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him, but You'er knew that the love and hatred in it couldn't be explained clearly in one or two sentences, since he didn't want to
Let her know and she won't ask.
"Bingshan, how about I buy you a drink? Let's not get drunk tonight."
You'er said proudly. He had already forgotten the lesson he learned when he was drunk last time. He got up and walked towards the refrigerator.
There were wine cans rolling down everywhere on the floor, on the table, and on the sofa. Youer tilted his head, looking at Nangong Yi, and giggled.
No doubt she was drunk again.
"Bingshan, I'm sorry - if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have beaten the pig's feet to death, and your old man wouldn't have come here."
You'er stroked Nangong Yi's head as if stroking a pet.
"Pig, you're drunk again—"
"It doesn't matter. Even if no one cares or asks, we will live well. Bingshan, don't worry, I will help you."