After the divorce, Mrs. Zhou proposed to remarry with her three children.

He Ye had already strode forward and punched Zhou Lin hard, his voice trembling with anger: "Zhou Lin, is this how you protect her?"

"Master."

"Alin."

Lin Yu and the housekeeper screamed.

Zhou Lin touched the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at the housekeeper with sharp eyes, "Take Madam out."

The housekeeper hurriedly supported Lin Yu and sent her upstairs.

Zhou Lin moved his neck and wrist, then punched him.

The two men struggled with each other.

The sound of fists punching into flesh echoed throughout the living room.

The servants all stayed away.

After an unknown amount of time, both of them were panting heavily and their faces were filled with color before they stopped.

He Ye moved first, which was even worse than Zhou Lin. He was lying on the floor, looking up at the huge chandelier, and the corners of his mouth hurt every time he moved.

But he still asked: "Where did Meng Qiancheng hide her? Haven't you found it yet?"

Zhou Lin also looked at the ceiling, put his fingers on the injured area on his face, and rubbed it slowly, "It shouldn't be Meng Qiancheng who took her away."

He Ye frowned, "Not Meng Qiancheng?"

Who could that be?

The key is that even Zhou Lin can't find anyone.

Zhou Lin already had a vague answer in his mind, but he still needed to confirm it.

Although it is a bit unbelievable, it is not impossible.

So he just said: "I will inform you when there is news."

He Ye kicked him over and said with disgust: "Why are you so useless?"

Zhou Lin stood up and pulled He Ye up as well. The two shook hands and made peace. Their words and actions seemed as if they had not made a move at all just now.

"I'm afraid I think too superficially about some things." Zhou Lin's eyes were particularly sharp and bright.

"Can you guarantee her safety?" He Ye stared at him closely and asked.

"Yes for the time being." Zhou Lin couldn't guarantee 100%, but for now, she was safe.

"Okay, you just ask what you need to do." He Ye adjusted his clothes and added, "When she comes back, I will still compete fairly with you."

Zhou Lin sneered, unceremoniously expressing his disdain for his confidence.

"She and I have three kids, okay?"

He Ye took matters into his own hands, "What's wrong with the three children? You're not married."

He Ye pressed the thorn in Zhou Lin's heart and it hurt.

Of course, now is not the time to be jealous, so Zhou Lin explained some things and asked He Ye to go back.

What he has to do now is to stabilize He Rongwei.

As for this, Zhou Lin already has a rough plan.

He Ye returned to He's house overnight.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw He Rongwei sitting on the sofa with a serious face and cold eyes, "Are you looking for Zhou Lin?"

He Ye paused, turned to him, frowned and said, "Dad, you sent someone to follow me."

He Rongwei slapped the coffee table, stood up, and said angrily: "I should have thought of you when you broke off your engagement with Wen Yi. You still miss that Cheng Zhiwei. You...how could you be like this...you My cultivation of you is in vain."

Yu Shuhua brought the fruit over. Seeing that the relationship between father and son was tense, she quickly said: "If you have anything to say, sit down and say, don't quarrel, don't quarrel."

"A loving mother often loses her son." He Rongwei unleashed his anger on Yu Shuhua, and raised his hand to overturn the fruit plate in her hand.

The fruit plate was torn apart and the cut fruits were scattered all over the floor.

Yu Shuhua's eyes turned red: "Rongwei."

He Rongwei shouted impatiently: "Cry, cry, cry, you're useless. If it weren't for the fact that you gave birth to a son, I would have kicked you out, you useless trash."

The last few sentences are somewhat referring to Sang and Huai.

Yu Shuhua apologized: "Rongwei, I'm sorry."

"Have you said enough?" He Ye directly protected Yu Shuhua behind him, and confronted He Rongwei without fear, "She is your wife, not a servant you can scold at will."

He Rongwei kept his word in the He family, and He Ye's words were a provocation to him.

He raised his hand and slapped He Ye, "Look at the way you are now, you have completely embarrassed me, He Ronwei. Let me tell you, He Ye, if you don't want to do this anymore, get out of here. No need for waste.”

When he mentioned the word waste, he looked at Yu Shuhua extra.

Yu Shuhua's face turned pale, but she immediately admitted her mistake as usual, "Rongwei, don't be angry, Xiaoye was just confused for a moment, he knew he was wrong."

She pulled He Ye and asked him to apologize, "Xiao Ye, apologize to your father quickly and say that you will be obedient."

He Ye stared at He Rongwei's expression, turned around and walked upstairs, "I won't leave."

He Rongwei couldn't believe that the son he had always had high hopes for suddenly became like this, or maybe he felt that he had lost face.

He chased after him and pulled out his belt.

He wanted to beat someone up and make He Ye remember it.

He walked too fast and failed to step firmly on the last step of the stairs. He fell backwards and fell.

"Rongwei." Yu Shuhua shouted in fright.

He Ye heard something was wrong and ran out, but He Rongwei was already lying on the ground unable to move.

He immediately sent the person to the hospital.

He Rongwei fell down the stairs and broke his leg. His head was seriously injured when he hit the floor. He was in danger.

Yu Shuhua wiped her tears and said, "How could this happen? If there is something wrong with him, what should we do?"

He Ye didn't feel any grief throughout the whole process. He looked at He Rongwei in the ward through the glass, his expression was very pale and his voice was very soft.

"Isn't that nice."

Yu Shuhua thought she heard wrongly, "Xiaoye, what did you say?"

He Ye lowered his eyes and looked at Yu Shuhua with great indifference, "Wouldn't it be great if he died?"

"You... Xiaoye, how can you say such things? He is your father." Yu Shuhua's eyes widened, as if she didn't even recognize He Ye.

He Ye sneered: "He beats and scolds you all the time. He has never given you the respect of a wife. He has always used me. This time he wants to drive me away because He Mingzhu gave him a very high salary." Benefit."

Only in the face of interests would He Rongwei suddenly find trouble with him.

Yu Shuhua suddenly clenched her fingers. She could endure He Rongwei's beatings and scoldings, but she couldn't tolerate his cold blood of not wanting her own son even if he said he didn't want it.

"What do you want?"

"The doctor told me that he was seriously injured." He said lightly.

Yu Shuhua's expression stiffened for a moment, but soon turned firm, "Xiaoye, have you thought about it?"

"Yeah." He Ye knew what he was doing.

Yu Shuhua squeezed his hand and whispered: "I will handle the hospital affairs."

Yu Shuhua turned her back to him and said sincerely: "I am his wife after all, so it is appropriate to send him off on his last journey. You go back and have a good rest first. You will be busy later."

He Ye pursed his lips, nodded and said, "Okay, you should also pay attention to rest."