I'm down after reuniting with my ex

"You make me so sad. I brought you back and cultivated you, not to make you die or live for a man. Why can't you change this?"

Wen Yan pursed his lips, and after a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "You said, this place has never treated me kindly, so the Cui family, have you... treated me kindly again?"

"Why didn't I treat you well? After you received Cui's house..."

"Just send me to the same place for corrective treatment." Wen Yan looked at Cui Huaying indifferently, "Have you ever cared? I just graduated from the network management school, I just got into a car accident, and I was just paid 10 yuan by my so-called relatives." The yuan was sold and thrown into the river."

"... "

"You are fully aware of everything that happened to me, but you just desperately want an heir in your mind." Wen Yan shook his head, "Correction... there is no such thing as a correction, it goes against the principles of physiology. I call you Grandpa, It is indeed because I, Wen Yan, lacks love, and few people are willing to help me love me until now, so, there are some things that I can whitewash for myself, so I am willing to give you the respect you deserve."

Cui Huaying's face was distorted, "Okay, very good, I still need your grandfather."

"You are not lacking, but I am lacking."

Cui Huaying was gasping for breath, and Uncle Jiang was on the sidelines to ease his breath.

Song Yue raised her eyebrows and remained silent.

"Miss Song, bring up the dishes you have prepared all morning, let my grandson accept your last favor, don't waste your heart, even though our hearts are like nothing, it is our Cui family who are sorry for you. "

Song Yue's eyes darkened, she nodded and got up.

"After this meal, pack your things and get out." Cui Huaying has rarely been disobeyed by anyone in his life, which made him lose face and be extremely embarrassed, "Even if I close my eyes, I won't recognize you With a man."

Wen Yan bent her lips, "I chose to be with him, and I never thought of asking for anyone's approval."

"Sounds like a banquet."

"Little Mister, don't talk about it. Mister is not in good health. If you are still sick these few days, let's Ansheng finish this meal." Uncle Jiang was afraid that Cui Huaying would faint on the spot, so he hurriedly said.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, his complexion was as cold and white as jade, a person who looked gentle, but stubborn to the point of inhumanity.

But he didn't speak any more.

Song Yue quickly served Buddha Jumping Over the Wall. To make this dish well requires not only skill, but also heart and patience.

Very precious dish.

She gave Cui Huaying and Wen Yan a small bowl.

"Mr. Wen, I started preparing it yesterday. I'm pretty good at cooking. Let's try it."

"Thank you." Wen Yan thanked him. He ate half a bowl and didn't use it again. It was indeed a good job, but it was not as good as Ji Changan's cooking skills.

Wen Yan thought.

The body was still chilling, and the moment Wen Yan put down the bowl and chopsticks, he felt something was wrong.

His pale complexion, which was originally due to a cold, began to turn red, and crystal sweat emerged from his forehead.

Throat was dry and itchy, and stomach was burning hot after another.

With a bang, Wen Yan pushed all the dishes on the ground, and the porcelain bowl shattered to the ground.

He looked at the old man with gray hair in shock.

Cui Huaying avoided his gaze, leaving Wen Yan with an indifferent profile.

"Lao Jiang, let someone take you to the room. Miss Song, thank you for your hard work. After everything is done, my Cui family will definitely satisfy everything you want."

Song Yue glanced at the crumbling Wen Yan, the young man's eyes were red, stubborn and pitiful, fragile and delicate...

She is not bad.

It doesn't matter.

But in the next second, she, who watched the play calmly from beginning to end, couldn't help screaming——

Several bodyguards came up and wanted to take Wen Yan to the room, but Wen Yan roared and rolled, and all the stools and tables were overturned to the ground. The thin-looking young man looked like a raging beast at the moment.

He grabbed the tiles on the ground, his eyes were so cold that they could condense into ice scum and looked at each other, and then, in the face of everyone's shocked expressions, the sharp tiles viciously...

You can even hear the sound of skin being pulled...

If it was really a knife, with that kind of strength, the palm of my hand might be cut off...

Thick and blackened blood dripped down in big drops, and landed on the ground, swimming out a large spray of blood.

Wen Yan's vision was a little dizzy, he kept swallowing, suppressing the tortured desire, the pain made him somewhat clearer.

"Take it!" Cui Huaying yelled out after all that he had experienced strong winds and waves. The vigorous bodyguard stepped forward and snatched the broken porcelain from Wen Yan's hand. The man's hands were full of flesh and blood.

Wen Yan glanced at Cui Huaying, and staggered to go out.

"Stop him, take him down, find a doctor to bandage him up, Miss Song, please continue."

Even Song Yue was stunned.

She looked at Wen Yan, who was powerless to resist, and was held up by several thick and thick bodyguards. The other party had reached the point of collapse, his face flushed, the veins on his neck exploded, and while he was struggling fiercely, blood gushed from his hands come out.

Ruthless, it is still the closest relatives who are ruthless and leave no room for it.

"Mister, you... like this..."

"Miss Song, your face is torn, you must achieve your goal."

Song Yue closed her mouth, she looked down at the blood lines all over the place, and sighed.

"I understand."