On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Huo Changrong left in a hurry.

Huo Yunran and the third lady were left at a loss.

Yan Ruyu walked up to them and asked softly: "Do you regret it?"

Huo Yunran bit his lip, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were countless marks on his body.

"It's all your fault, Yan Ruyu, you will not die well."

"I have to die well, so you don't have to worry about it. You will die in front of me anyway, and you won't be able to see it."

Yan Ruyu stabbed her ruthlessly: "You don't have time to worry about how I will die, so why not think about this problem."

The third lady was unwilling to give in: "What's the problem?"

"Your daughter was given to his father-in-law by your son. If she becomes a concubine, what should your son call your daughter?

How should you and your in-laws call each other? It's really a headache. "

"You..." the third lady said bitterly, "Yan Ruyu, you are so vicious!"

The eldest lady couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over and slapped the third lady twice: "Bah! Who is the evil one? You have the nerve to say Ruyu?

This is your own fault, don't blame us Ruyu!

Why do you have to let us come? Would you rather kneel down and kowtow? Isn't it because you had evil intentions from the beginning?

Why, now that Ruyu is just returning the original amount, you can't stand it? what! "

"Ruyu, let's go."

Huo Changxu flicked his sleeves: "It's a good thing that the ancestors of the Huo family died early, otherwise they would have been angry to death.

When Huo Changrong is fine, you should go back and check the ancestral graves of your branch to see if they were struck by lightning! "

Huo Yunran was so angry that he trembled all over and cried "Wow".

The third lady hugged her, not knowing how to comfort her, let alone understand why a well-planned and long-awaited event turned out like this in a blink of an eye.

Mr. Jia was taken to the place where the house collapsed by Wen Haizhe. When he saw the scene in front of him, he regretted that Yan Ruyu did not follow him to take a look.

The house that collapsed was San Yiniang’s yard.

What collapsed was an unoccupied wing.

The building collapsed and caught fire, and the yard was filled with people who came to rescue.

This is not the most important thing. What is important is that San Yiniang's scream drowned out the noise.

The third master was kicked under the bed by her and fell dizzy.

Before he could get up, Wen Qingzhuo entered the house.

Wen Haizhe was stunned, and felt a strange balance in his heart: It was not just him who was cuckolded today, it turned out that his father was also the same.

Wen Qingzhuo didn't come back to his senses for a long time. After all, he was someone who had seen big storms. He leaned over and looked at the third master calmly, asking one by one: "Who are you?"

Even if the third master's mouth hurts, if something like this happens now, he has to endure the pain and say: "I am the third master of the Huo family, Huo Changrong's father."

Wen Qingzhuo slowly straightened up and said nothing, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Wen Haizhe kicked the third master on the shoulder: "Oh, you are so shameless, you are really good at it!

My son sleeps with my dancer, and I sleep with my father’s concubine. Are you still thinking of changing Wen Mansion to Huo Mansion? "

The third master was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and could not stand up.

Mr. Jia covered his mouth with his handkerchief and looked at the collapsed house, thoughtfully.

Did Yan Ruyu do this? I remember that when I destroyed the statues in the Taoist temple, it was much more powerful than this.

When this house collapsed, she was clearly not here.

If it was her, how did she do it?

Just as he was thinking about it, Huo Changrong also arrived. Mr. Jia whispered: "Vice General Huo is just in time. Come in quickly. Your Majesty is very capable."

Huo Changrong frowned at him and strode into the house. He saw his father kneeling on the ground and Wen Qingzhuo's concubine on the bed.

Huo Changrong was stunned.

Wen Qingzhuo gave a short laugh and looked at him: "Changrong, you are really good at doing things."

"Father, that's not the case, I..."

Wen Qingzhuo interrupted him: "Are you going to call me father, or this person's father?"

Huo Changrong felt as if he had been hit in the head, all the blood in his body seemed to rush to the top of his head, and his limbs were numb and cold.

This is letting him make a choice.

Wen Haizhe stopped talking, with a sarcastic smile on his eyes and eyebrows.

The third master looked up at Huo Changrong, his red and swollen lips trembled, and some syllables rolled in his throat, vaguely.

Mr. Jia held the handkerchief in his hand, half-smiling but not smiling. His eyes fell on the void on the horizon. Two birds passed by flapping their wings and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Much more comfortable than people.

The noise outside continued. Some people shouted to put out the fire, and some asked where to pour water.

and the silence in the room, like two worlds.

Standing at the boundary between the two places, Mr. Jia heard Huo Changrong chuckle: "What's wrong with my father? Since I'm married into Wen's family, naturally you are the only father."

The smile on Mr. Jia's lips froze for a moment, then slowly and coldly dispersed.

The third master closed his eyes hard, the breath he held was released, and his body went limp.

Wen Haizhe laughed strangely and said nothing.

Wen Qingzhuo's face darkened: "In that case, just take him down. I can't see anything dirty in my eyes."

Huo Changrong nodded: "Okay."

As soon as he took a step forward, Wen Qingzhuo said, "Come see me after everything is done."

Huo Changrong paused, his breath seemed to be stuck in his throat: "Yes."

The third master was dragged away by Huo Changrong. Wen Qingzhuo turned his head and looked at the woman on the bed.

Third Yi Niang was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she knelt down and kowtowed: "Master, Master, I don't have it. I don't know what happened. He was here as soon as I woke up. I don't know him at all."

Wen Qingzhuo raised his hand, like a hanging knife that would kill someone if it fell.

Third Yiniang's eyes widened in panic, and her voice was shrill with nervousness: "You can't kill me, Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo likes the sound of my piano the most!"

Mr. Jia's eyebrows moved slightly: Mr. Mo? The Wen family actually has contacts with Mr. Mo? This is really an unexpected gain. I have to tell Yan Ruyu about this news later.

However, his current status is not the "big boss", how should he mention it?

Mr. Jia has a headache. Having too many identities is also a troublesome thing.

As expected, Wen Qingzhuo's hand was not ruthless, and he gave Wen Haizhe a wink.

Wen Haizhe walked up to the steps and smiled at Mr. Jia: "Young Master, it's a mess here. Please follow me to the front hall."

Mr. Jia nodded: "Okay."

Without any stumbling or showing any curiosity, he followed Wen Haizhe to the front hall.

When I arrived at the gate of the hospital, I bumped into Yan Song who came after hearing the sound.

Yan Song still smelled of alcohol. Huo Changrong ordered someone to arrange a table of good wine and food for him last night. He ate and drank a lot and slept well.

If not for this explosion, he would not have woken up.

I came here to see the fun.

Wen Haizhe didn't know him, so he looked him up and asked, "Who are you?"

This night, there were so many strange faces popping up in the house, and they didn't know what they were doing.

Yan Song didn't recognize Wen Haizhe and Mr. Jia either. He thought they were guests invited by Huo Changrong and was not afraid of them.

"I was invited by Vice-General Huo and am a distinguished guest here. Who are you?"

His condescending and arrogant attitude made Wen Haizhe, who was already depressed, even more unhappy.

Wen Haizhe didn't pay attention to Huo Changrong and any of his friends and guests. In his opinion, those people were just like Huo Changrong, and they were just followers, and no one was good.

"My officer, what kind of official do you hold? This is the Wen family, and the governor is the biggest official. Who do you think you are?"

Mr. Jia whispered: "Sir, this official has quite a temper. I see that he is more powerful than you. It's better to ask first to avoid any misunderstanding."

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, and Wen Haizhe became even more angry: "Come here, beat him out!"

Mr. Jia covered his mouth and coughed again.