818: C818 Jiang Zhao Is Finished This Time

C818 Jiang Zhao Is Finished This Time

"I don't care about your business. I have to find Sister Ye Er. " Qingxu rolled up the newspaper and stood up.

"Qingxu, you haven't finished your meal. "

"Come back later to eat. " Qingxu left her room and went next door. It was still a little early and when she knocked on the door, Ye Er seemed to still be sleeping and did not respond to Qingxu. Unless there was a special reason, the hospital door would not be locked and it was convenient for the nurse to come in and check at any time.

Qingxu knocked twice. No one answered, so she pushed the door and went in. Ye Er was indeed still asleep.

Qingxu's character could not hide anything. She did not care whether Ye Er was sick or not. She shook her head twice and directly put the newspaper in front of her, "You are still sleeping? You can still sleep? Your husband has already stolen people, yet you still sleep like a pig!"

Ye Er was pushed by Qingxu until she felt uncomfortable for a while. She was too tired last night and then she ate some medicine. This medicine did not matter to her as she was extremely tired. When she touched the bed, she wanted to sleep. When she wanted to wake up, it was as if her legs were filled with lead and she did not want to wake up from the bed.

Originally she was in a daze responding to Qingxu, but what did she say? Hubby stole someone?

Ye Er suddenly sat up from the bed and as soon as she sat up, her head spun. She knew that after waking up, she could not immediately sit up, otherwise the blood supply in her brain would not be enough to cause dizziness. But this time, she could not control it and felt dizzy to the point that she wanted to immediately fall down and rub her head, but she grabbed the newspaper in Qingxu's hand.

The newspaper made a cracking sound. Ye Er was a little anxious as she searched. Qingxu reached out to flip it over for her, "Luo, take a look. Take a look yourself. "

Qingxu was a gangster when she was young and was polite occasionally. That was because she felt that she liked this person and gave him some appropriate benefits. When they got familiar with each other, they would throw away all the fake politeness they had learned in the Wealthy Class. At this moment, she criticized Ye Er's words. She was like a child who had failed to meet her expectations. "Look at you. Who did you marry? He was even married in front of the government. If he were a businessman, Seriously, you're just letting him do whatever he wants? You've only been married for a few months? If it were me. . . Cripple him!"

Qingxu was still young and did not understand love. She also did not understand the bitterness and sharp pain in Ye Er's heart. It was not because the reporters described Jiang Zhao's betrayal, but because she remembered clearly the last time. She called Jiang Zhao and Ouyang Yan answered the phone. When she found Jiang Zhao, she was reeking of alcohol and did not take off her clothes.

Yesterday she was injured and the first thing she did when she woke up was to ask him about the time. She was afraid that he and Ouyang Yan had been together.

If it was only these two times, she would think that the reporters were exaggerating.

But when she saw the past of him and Ouyang Yan below, Ye Er could not help but cry as she looked.

A pair of 15-16 year old lovers, all the way to junior high school. In high school, the university did not abandon each other, and they firmly believed in each other. It made many young men and young men who were in love with each other - The women were all stopped by each other.

When childhood sweethearts were disasters, disasters would take root in Hai University.

The childhood sweethearts that other people talked about didn't even need to swear oaths to each other to cause the heavens and earth to collapse.

In the few years that Ouyang Yan left, no other woman had appeared by Jiang Zhao's side.

As for Yun Yeer, she had become an unexpected accident. The reporters said that the secret behind this was really unknown.

Ye Er herself knew how she married Jiang Zhao. She snatched Ouyang Yan's initiative and forced him to the edge of the storm. When she did that thing, she had already made up her mind. Unless Jiang Zhao wanted to kill her or make her lose her reputation, he could only marry her.

Jiang Zhao did not have the heart that he expected. She was glad that the so-called one night husband and wife had a hundred days of graciousness.

But facing Jiang Zhao's feelings for Ouyang Yan, Ye Er looked up and fell down. She tightly gripped the newspaper and silently cried like rain. The more she thought about the content of the newspaper, the more she felt that she could not see the hope of her future. She could not see any hope at all.

She was thinking about how long she could last. Everyone had their limits and no one was willing to tolerate her husband having a woman outside.

However, she could tolerate it, and she had no choice but to tolerate it. Because she couldn't afford to lose this marriage and lose him. She used all her strength to wear down his time, thinking of all ways to make him spend more time with her. In the past, she had taken care of Si Jie in order to make him eat more. She learned to cook a lot of dishes. After getting married, She had learned more. Every day, she told him that there was something delicious to eat tonight. The cooking method was so unique that she hoped that he could go home and eat.

When he arrived as scheduled, she was filled with hope.

It was just that some people said that men would never forget their first love.

And Ouyang Yan's first love was actually so deeply rooted that even she, an outsider, could not help but cry when she saw that they had once been in the same industry and were working together to advance, let alone this pair of old Qing people.

She had always been unwilling to inquire about their past. Even if Zeng Tingting took the initiative to say it, she was also unwilling to listen and remember. If she didn't know, she wouldn't care a bit.

Ye Er held her forehead and looked at the ceiling. It was just that she was Mrs Jiang and Ouyang Yan was now Mo. But what if this matter made them anxious? What if they admitted it? What should she do?

No!

She would never give them such a chance.1

She and Jiang Zhao had been husband and wife for hundreds of days. How many days had they been husband and wife? She would not be able to count the debt she owed them for the rest of the days.

What right did she have to fulfill them like this?

Jiang Zhao was hers!

Qing Xu could not understand her forbearance and pain, but Qingxu hated men who were on two boats. On one side, there was a sweet and soft jade, on the other side, there was a beauty who was in her arms. She wanted all kinds of good fortune, she was simply a beast!

Ye Er slowly calmed down and sat up from the bed. She used a piece of paper to wipe the water stains on her face, "Liu Liu, what is the reaction of you seeing this newspaper?"

Qingxu said, "I'm so angry!"

"Where did you see the newspaper?"

"My father gave it to me. "

"How did your dad react when he saw it?"

Qingxu thought for a while. "My father said that Jiang Zhao is finished this time. "

The premonition bomb in Ye Er's head that had been collapsing exploded with a bang. Yes. Now it was not about Ouyang Yan and Jiang Zhao's history of love. It was about Jiang Zhao being finished. The deputy mayor was not the deputy mayor. Such a problem was fatal.

Moreover, Jiang Zhao was young and handsome. Women saw him as a celebrity. There were no rumors these years. He was the ideal marriage partner in the hearts of the Haicheng women. This had unknowingly become the power of an idol. But now, there was a problem with this idol's style.

Ye Er picked up the hand on the bedside table and turned it on. She told Qingxu to go back and rest first but Qingxu refused. She refused to leave and guaranteed that she would not make any sound when Ye Er called. He also kept it a secret for her. Ye Er had always known that Qingxu did not get along with the people of Min family and had saved her life. The scale of trust would be a lot bigger than others, so it was up to Qingxu. She let her sit on her bed.

While waiting for the phone to turn on, she squeezed her phone very tightly. The green and white color on her fingernails broke down her current difficulty.

When the signal was full, she dialed Jiang Zhao's number.

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