You Are My Rare Passion

"Are they ordinary people? What does it have to do with us?" Old Mrs. Yao glanced at Ling Yue and Gu Yiman with disdain, "Aren't they just tourists? I've seen too many! He left after not staying for a few days. He has nothing to do with us. What a fart!"

Yao Wenwu really felt that Ling Yue and Gu Yiman were not only extraordinarily good-looking, but also full of nobility, making them look like they were not ordinary people at first glance.

He didn't want to offend these two people.

But his mother's character couldn't be persuaded at all, and there was nothing he could do.

Ling Yue glanced at Mrs. Yao coldly, took out her mobile phone and made a call.

When he came out this time, he naturally brought his confidants with him.

However, everyone stayed in the car and did not follow him.

However, even though we were in the car, it was not very far away. We drove there quickly.

"Eh?" Gu Yiman patted his head, slipped off Ling Yue's back, and said angrily, "Brother Yue, we are so stupid!

Why do you have to carry it?

Wouldn’t it be great if we called them and asked them to pick us up? "

Ling Yue: "..."

He didn't let anyone come to pick them up. Of course it wasn't because he was stupid or didn't think of it, but because he was willing to carry Man Man on his back.

There were only two of them, walking on the deserted street, step by step, slowly, as if they could go forever.

He liked this feeling very much.

"Master!" Xiang Zhao got out of the car and walked to Ling Yue.

Ling Yue whispered a few words in his ear.

Xiang Zhao nodded repeatedly.

Ling Yue picked up Gu Yiman and carried him to the car.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Mrs. Yao rushed over and shouted at Ling Yue and Gu Yiman, "You can't leave! You haven't paid me yet!"

Xiang Zhao stopped her: "I'll give you the money."

Ling Yue didn't even look at Mrs. Yao. After putting Gu Yiman on the seat, he got in the car and closed the door.

The car sped away.

Seeing Ling Yue's arrogant look, Mrs. Yao spat hard in the direction the car was leaving.

Xiang Zhao frowned, didn't talk nonsense, and didn't argue with Old Mrs. Yao. He used Mrs. Yao's payment code and scanned 20 yuan for Old Mrs. Yao.

Old Mrs. Yao was still not satisfied and cursed: "Our plasters cost at least thirty yuan a patch, and that prodigal woman only sells them for twenty yuan!"

She also saw that the man and woman just now were rich people.

A rich man like this, young, a man and a woman, asked for a hundred yuan, not to mention thirty yuan, and the man readily took out the money.

In other words, her prodigal daughter-in-law, whether local or out of town, all received twenty yuan.

Like a big fool!

Xiang Zhao ignored her.

This kind of uneducated and unqualified old lady is too difficult to deal with.

When a quarrel breaks out, it means that when a scholar encounters a soldier, he cannot explain his reasoning and cannot take action. He will definitely be the one who vomits to death first.

It's better to hide if you can't afford to offend him!

He ignored Mrs. Yao and said to Ding Chanyi, "Sister, could you please take a step to talk?"

Old Mrs. Yao asked warily: "What do you want to do? Let me tell you, my daughter-in-law has a husband and children, so don't try to seduce my daughter-in-law!"

Xiang Zhao: "..."

What evil had he done to be left by their young master to deal with such a matter?

He still ignored Mrs. Yao and just waved to his two subordinates.

Two of his men stopped Old Mrs. Yao, and he took Ding Chanyi, who gave a positive reply, to the place where Old Mrs. Yao and Yao Wenwu could see them but couldn't hear them talking.

He got straight to the point and asked: "Sister, do you want a divorce?"