The ex-wife of a period novel villain who died young is reborn

Zhou Yu's heart tightened, but she didn't pay too much attention or stay. Instead, she walked directly to her place.

She was afraid that if she looked at him a few more times, she would be offended.

As soon as she returned to her seat, she pretended to look at the menu and looked over there, still chanting along with it.

Wen Qingqing's father glanced at Zhou Yu, didn't care, and went back to eating his own food.

He looked as if he was extremely hungry, as if he hadn't eaten in a few days. He was quick and urgent, and he was still asking: "Have I got my flower roll yet?!"

The landlady shouted from behind: "It's coming, it's coming!"

While the landlady was serving the food, Zhou Yu looked at the child again.

If she couldn't see his breathing, Zhou Yu would really think that he was dead.

She felt that this man was not so bold, he was probably in a daze.

After serving the food, the lady boss saw the child and joked: "Is this your child? You have such a small child? He sleeps so soundly!"

Wen Qingqing's father said: "No, it's my grandson. Why do you care so much?"

The landlady didn't say anything more and walked away.

When these words fell into Zhou Yu's ears, they confirmed her thoughts [-]%.

Neither Wen Feifei nor Wen Qingqing is married. How could a man who looked exactly like the two sisters have a grandson?

Nowadays, fertility checks are very strict, and even those from other provinces must be careful.

The next second after having this idea, Zhou Yu laughed and told everyone.

Chen Yuanyuan immediately wanted to confirm, but Zhou Yu quickly stopped her. She whispered: "Don't look, you go out secretly and call the police. Remember, don't get discovered."

Out of her instinctive trust in Zhou Yu, Chen Yuanyuan immediately put down her chopsticks and went out without thinking too much.

Only Grandma Gu looked at Zhou Yu worriedly, "What if I make a mistake and report a false police report?"

Zhou Yu just wanted to say that children are the life of a family, and she would rather get one wrong than let one go.

But Deng Zhigao spoke in front of her: "Yes, this is Wen Feifei's father."

Zhou Yu looked over in surprise.

Deng Zhigao said with a bad expression: "Wen Feifei showed me a group photo of their family. This is their father, and the father and daughter look so similar. As long as you think about it, you can tell."

Zhang Yuzhen said: "That's right..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her whole body tensed up and she whispered, "He seems to have finished eating."

Over there, Wen Feifei's father was already wiping his mouth and was about to call the waiter to pay the bill.

Deng Zhigao got up immediately, "I'll hold him back, Zhang Yuzhen, stand at the door. If he runs, stop him. Boss, sit here with grandma, don't move!"

Deng Zhigao warned worriedly.

Zhou Yu nodded, knowing that her body could not help.

Grandma Gu was also anxious, but she didn't dare to take even half a step away from Zhou Yu. She only looked over there nervously.

Deng Zhigao took a deep breath and walked over with a smile, "Hello, uncle, why do you look so familiar to me?"

When Wen Qingqing's father heard someone talking to him, he immediately stood up warily.

He was almost half a head taller than Deng Zhigao. After looking down for a while, he felt that he was very familiar. Moreover, Deng Zhigao had a kind face and didn't look like he was coming to look for trouble.

So he felt a little relieved and asked: "Who are you? How can I, a northerner, know a southerner? Are you admitting your mistake?"

Deng Zhigao said with a smile: "How can you admit your mistake? Aren't you Wen Feifei's father? I am Deng Zhigao! Wen Feifei's ex-boyfriend!"

Father Wen looked at Deng Zhigao several times, then chuckled and said, "It looks like, why are you here?"

He Yijing knew about Wen Feifei's breakup with Deng Zhigao. Deng Zhigao was still clamoring for Wen Feifei to return the gift, but he had already lost all the gift, so how could he pay it back?

However, Wen Feifei said that if Deng Zhigao wanted to call the police, he could not watch his own daughter being imprisoned, so...

Thinking of this, he glanced at the child next to him.

Thinking that Deng Zhigao knew the members of his family, Father Wen calmly stood in front of the child and blocked the child.

Deng Zhigao seemed not to notice at all and showed a flattering expression, "It's not because Wen Feifei's money has not been returned to me. My grandma is sick and owes a lot of money, so she wanted to find something to do. Since you are here If you don’t, please return the money to me, it’s really a lot of money.”

Father Wen got angry when he heard the word "money". He felt that it was only Wen Feifei, a fool, who couldn't catch Deng Zhigao that caused the trouble to this point.

He Sui'an was already ready to repay the money, but he still didn't show it on his face, only showing an arrogant and unreasonable look, "You don't deserve this money. We didn't say that you have to pay back the money after breaking off the engagement." Money matters! You have been with my daughter for so long, who knows if you have taken advantage of her or something?"

Deng Zhigao looked at Wen Feifei's father and glanced at the door, thinking that they were indeed father and daughter.

The unreasonable looks of Wen Feifei and Father Wen were exactly the same.

It's true that a family doesn't stay at home. Deng Zhigao felt like vomiting when he saw this face that looked exactly like Wen Feifei, but he still had to hold on.

He still looked weak and said: "That won't work, uncle. I have Wen Feifei's fingerprint signature and the remittance slip. If you don't give it to me, I really have nothing to do."

The implication is "I'm going to call the police."

Wen Feifei's expression changed. If she called the police, he would suffer along with her.

So he said reluctantly: "Okay, can I give you half of it? If we break the engagement, there is no reason to refund all the betrothal gifts!"

Deng Zhigao said: "Half is enough, half is two thousand, five hundred yuan, right?"

He thought to himself, it seems that Wen's father still doesn't know that Wen Qingqing and Wen Feifei have paid back 3000 yuan.

"Yes, yes, are you satisfied? It's so damn bad that you ruined a good young daughter of mine!" Father Wen cursed.

Deng Zhigao saw that everyone was looking this way, so he said sincerely: "Uncle, you can't say that. Wen Feifei and I have been together for almost a year, and I haven't touched Wen Feifei anywhere in that year. On the contrary, you can ask her, which of her valuables was not bought by me? Which of her previous household chores was not done by me? I respect her and love her, so why do you say that I have ruined her? Woolen cloth?"

"My promise to refund half of the betrothal gift is the biggest concession I have made. When my grandma was ill, Wen Feifei and I were fine, but I never had the idea of ​​Wen Feifei's betrothal gift, nor did I ask Wen Feifei to borrow it. Money. In the end, she didn’t do well, but instead she disliked me and used all my money to treat my grandma’s illness. She was hungry and didn’t spend it on her. What’s the point of me marrying such a woman?”

"It's boring! Young man, you were right to break off the engagement!"

Such a sentence suddenly came out from behind. Deng Zhigao turned around in shock and found that it was the proprietress's family.

The landlady was looking at Father Wen with an indignant look: "You shameless bastard, why didn't we just cancel the engagement and return the bride price? Don't bring trouble to us Northeasterners!"