When I met a scumbag, I became a sea king

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"So not long after Song Mian passed away, Li Weijun married another woman regardless of Li Weimu's objection?" Cui Jie asked in surprise.

"Although it sounds unbelievable, after all, they used to be so affectionate, but that's the truth." Song Yang said with a serious face.

"Sure enough, men are unreliable things." Yu Zichen said angrily.While saying this, he apparently forgot that he was also a man.

When Han Yumei arrived, Yi Yang was sitting on a hollow carved chair in the garden. He was wearing thin pajamas, half of his face was covered in a scarf, and his black and white eyes were indifferent.

At the side, Zhang Ma held a plate of snacks and called out a little cautiously: "Madam, young master, he refuses to go back to the house..."

When Han Yumei heard this, she looked down at Yi Yang with a calm expression.

The ends of her eyes were raised slightly, which made her feel a little more oppressive when looking down at people.

Yi Yang was not affected by this sense of oppression at all.He shrunk himself into a small ball, drooping his eyelids, as if he wanted to fall asleep.

Han Yumei walked in front of him, her red high-heeled shoes knocked on the carved floor tiles with a crisp sound, "Go back to your room, it's too cold outside."

The person on the chair didn't even lift their eyelids, and the silent confrontation was obvious.

Han Yumei squatted down and wrapped Yi Yang's hands with her own. The cold temperature made her a little worried: "Xiao Yang, your hands are too cold, shall we go back to the house?"

Yi Yang tried to free his hand, but failed: "...you let me go."

His voice was a little hoarse, obviously he had a cold.

Han Yumei persuaded him in a low voice: "The temperature outside is so low, and you wear so little, you will have a fever."

Yi Yang looked up at her, expressionless: "Is it finished?"

Han Yumei was dumbfounded.

Yi Yang pulled out his hand: "Don't bother me when you're done talking."

Han Yumei couldn't help frowning, a little dissatisfied with Yi Yang's confrontation.

But she quickly suppressed this unpleasant emotion and deliberately calmed down: "Mom has told you many times that Uncle Li is a very good person and will love you very much in the future. There will be an older brother who will treat you well. Even so, do you still disagree with your mother remarrying?"

Yi Yang kept silent, lowered his head, and stared at the two extremely gorgeous red balls, the world in front of him became blurred in tears.

Han Yumei tried to touch his head, but he avoided it like a plague: "Don't touch me."

Han Yumei's hand froze in mid-air, then fell down suddenly, and finally lost her last patience: "Yi Yang, you are disobedient again."

"How did you become like this? You were very obedient when you were young."

"Mother Zhang, find some bodyguards and send the young master to the attic."

Madam Zhang hesitated: "Ma'am, this... this is not very good..."

Han Yumei looked at Yi Yang, with a smile on her lips, and said softly, "Yi Yang, what do you think?"

There was no blood on Yi Yang's face, his lips trembled slightly, and his slender wrists protruded from the empty sleeves, looking thin and weak.

His eyes were out of focus, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Han Yumei still looked at him with a smile: "Mom is getting married, are you happy?"

Zhang Ma's fingers were slightly clenched, and some kind of molecule called tension was slowly flowing in the air.

Yi Yang didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, his neck bent down fragilely: "... happy."

Almost at the same time as he let go, Zhang Ma breathed a sigh of relief, even the atmosphere became a little more relaxed.

Han Yumei just laughed, kissed Yi Yang on the forehead, and hugged him into her arms: "My son is so good."

That night, Yi Yang was hot all over, clutching his stomach, the severe pain made him unable to speak a word, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

The palm of her hand was so hot that it was frighteningly hot. Mama Zhang was so anxious that she hurriedly went to wake the driver up: "Master, I'm afraid he has appendicitis. You have to go to the hospital right now. Go and drive!"

The driver ran to the garage in a hurry.

There was some traffic jam on the road, Zhang Ma sat in the back seat and patted Yi Yang's back while looking out of the car window frequently, the boy who was hugged by her was probably in severe pain, his thin body was trembling slightly, his teeth were tightly clenched Biting her pale lips, she inadvertently murmured: "Mom..."

This appearance made Zhang Ma feel distressed for a while, and she couldn't help but slander: Madam used to like to go out to have fun at night, but she didn't know where she went today.His own son was so sick that he couldn't find anyone, so he was not as good as outsiders like them...

Thinking of this made Yi Yang feel more pity, Zhang Ma coaxed him patiently: "Young Master, if you bear with it, you will be in the hospital soon..."

The moving speed of the vehicle gradually increased, and the road finally cleared up. The driver let out a sigh of relief, stepped on the accelerator, and the Bentley sped towards the hospital in the night.

Yi Yang was lying on the hospital bed, aimlessly pressing the remote control to change channels.

"Eat some fruit, young master."

Mama Zhang brought the fruit plate in front of him.

His fair skin was flushed with hot flashes, and his eyes were large and beautiful but lacklustre.Lips are an abnormal white.

He glanced at the peaches on the compote: "I'm allergic to peaches."

Zhang Ma hurriedly pulled Taozi out, and muttered: "I used to see you eat it often, and I thought you liked it...Young Master, you must pay attention to what you eat in the future. An operation will hurt your vitality..."

Yi Yang drooped his eyelids: "Where's my mother? Where did she go?"

"Oh, I called Madam just now. She went to Mr. Li to discuss marriage matters, and she will come to see the young master later."

Yi Yang smiled mockingly: "She might as well not come."

"The young master is still not happy about Madam's marriage?" Zhang Ma sighed: "Actually, to be honest, Madam has been living alone for the past few years, which is really not easy. The young master changed his mind, Madam got married , you have a new father and a new brother, which is also very good."

"But I don't want it at all." Yi Yang lowered his head and picked his fingers, then raised his head and asked, "What kind of people are they?"

"Mr. Li should be a very gentle person. I heard that he loves his wife and son very much. I think he will treat the young master as his own son in the future."

"Since you have a deep affection for your wife, why did you remarry not long after her death?"

Mama Zhang...Mama Zhang was questioned.

"Feelings and personalities can be faked." Yi Yang's eyes darkened, "Some people can pretend for a long time for a goal, just to achieve their own goals. Such people are the most hypocritical."

Mama Zhang: "..."

She coughed: "Your future brother is a perfect person."

Yi Yang looked up at her: "How to say?"

"He has a high IQ, a good family background, and a very beautiful boy."

"People who are too perfect are not real enough, and they often hide their true heart through a perfect appearance." Yi Yang frowned, "I don't like them."

Mama Zhang finally understands, the young master is picking a bone in the egg, looking for faults.

"Young Master, please don't say this in front of Madam from now on." Zhang Ma straightened the bangs on his forehead for him, "Madam will be unhappy if she hears this."

"Whether I say it or not, she will not change her decision." Yi Yang lowered his eyes, "other people's feelings and thoughts have never affected her. My mother is a self-centered person. people."

"But madam is still your mother after all, no matter how many shortcomings she has, you still have to learn to tolerate her." Zhang Ma tucked the corner of the quilt, "I have been here to serve you since the young master was young, as long as the young master Follow Madam in everything, don't disobey Madam, everything is okay. Madam sometimes controls the young master too much, but you and Madam are connected by blood anyway, Madam will not harm you no matter what, please The young master can live in harmony with his father and brother after his wife gets married, so you can also avoid a lot of suffering."

Yi Yang didn't say a word, and after a while, he asked, "When will they get married?"

"Madam said that NO.15 next month is a good day, so it will be on that day."

"Can I not go?"

"This..." Mama Zhang hesitated, after all, the young master is the wife's only child, and he didn't show up at the wedding, which is a bit out of courtesy.

"Just kidding." Yi Yang closed his eyes. "My mother is going to get married, so there's no reason for a son not to go."

Because of the operation he had just had, his face was very pale, and he looked even weaker at this moment.Zhang Ma sighed in her heart, and her distress for Yi Yang deepened.

A month passed quickly, and on the day Han Yumei and Li Weijun got married, Li Weimu hesitated and hesitated, but went anyway.

"In the new millennium, we will be married for a thousand years, and we will be together for a hundred years. We are born with talents and beauties, and we only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. I wish you all will be united forever, and fly together with wings!"

The guests present applauded at the same time, and the superficial scene was very harmonious.Probably because of the prestige of the two families, no one mentioned the matter of remarriage.

After the wine was half drunk, Han Yumei finally got some free time. She was wearing a snow-white wedding dress with a sweet smile on her lips: "Xiao Yang, thank you for coming to my mother's wedding today. Mom is very happy."

Yi Yang forced a smile, trying not to let his eyes turn red: "Just be happy."

The wedding scene was very lively and full of voices.Han Yumei was busy entertaining others, so Yi Yang found a corner to sit and drink by himself.

This wine probably had a high alcohol content. After drinking two cups, he felt a little dizzy.

He sighed in his heart, probably because he was not in a good mood, and even his drinking capacity became worse.

He stood up and wanted to find a lounge to rest, but he couldn't stand still and staggered for a while, and was quickly supported by the uncle next to him: "Handsome guy, are you okay?"