NOVEL NEXT Chapter 563 - 563: I'll Leave First, Life is More Important_1
Chapter 563: Chapter 563: I’ll Leave First, Life is More Important_1
Han Chengbei struggled free from Tang Zhou, and suddenly realized he too was locked outside by Xia Ye Zhao, he immediately stood by the bedroom door and knocked, saying: “Brother Xia, open the door and let me in, you’ve wronged me. I’m still outside.”
Xia Ye Zhao pretended not to hear him, walked over to the bedside, and continued feeding Ye Xingguang porridge.
Ye Xingguang had no appetite at all. At this moment, a WeChat notification came from her pocket. She took out her phone and glanced at it. It was from the big tumor, she didn’t want to see it, so she put her phone aside.
Ye Jun had directly made a WeChat video call, which was quickly rejected. Ye Jun was at the bedroom door, feeling helpless for a while.
Seeing the look of frustration on Han Chengbei’s usually master-planning face, Han Chengbei quickly adopted an appreciative posture.
Although both of them were locked outside, their moods were completely different. Han Chengbei was leaning against the wall, cheerful as a spring breeze.
Ye Jun couldn’t be bothered with Han Chengbei’s smug little person’s schadenfreude. He stood at the bedroom door and knocked: “Xia Ye Zhao, open the door.”
For every sentence he said, Han Chengbei would add one: “Brother Xia, never open the door for him. It’s bound to aggravate Xingguang’s condition. Emotions are really important when people are sick. My gosh, there are plenty of fish in the sea, so why obsess over one?
“Han Chengbei, are you asking for death?” Tang Zhou clenched his fist, intending to punch Han Chengbei.
Han Chengbei looked Tang Zhou up and down several times, saying: “I haven’t asked who you are yet, buddy?”
“I’m Tang Zhou! You can’t even recognize me?”
Han Chengbei sidestepped, saying: “Why is your face so messed up? There’s a rumor that you got beaten up by Leng Weixuan, and that Leng Weixuan got destroyed by Leng Chenmo. Is the rumor true? Forget it, I, Han Chengbei, never bully the wounded. I’m leaving. Oh, my gosh, take care, if you feel medicine porridge suits your taste; I’ll bring some more for you tomorrow.”
Having said that, Han Chengbei dashed off. He had seen enough of the commotion and was in high spirits at the moment.
Tang Zhou chased after him to the door: “Han Chengbei, don’t you run away if you have guts!”
Han Chengbei tossed a carefree wave to Tang Zhou.
Tang Zhou glared fiercely at Han Chengbei’s retreating figure, then turned around to find Fu Zhuo shivering at the door, not entering the room. He asked: “Buddy, what’s the matter, are you cold?”
Fu Zhuo was breaking out in cold sweat, wishing he could grease his feet and take off. If he left now, he was afraid it would be more than just cleaning the toilet, and with his heart racing, he said, “Buddy, I think I’ve messed things up again while trying to help.”
“What do you mean, what did you do?”
Fu Zhuo had heard the voices of everyone in the room just now, no one understands the root cause of the whole thing better than he does at this moment, but his legs were weak, and he didn’t dare to go in and tell Ye Jun that the mother-in-law despised him.
Fu Zhuo said: “Little Zhou. I must go into hiding. I’ll be leaving. Tell Ye Jun to restore his WeChat message history with Xingguang. Tell Ye Jun about this after I’ve run two hundred meters away. I have to go now. My life is more important.”
Tang Zhou: “????”
Tang Zhou wanted to ask more, but Fu Zhuo had already run away frantically, feeling that he must run or he wouldn’t even know how he would die.
Tang Zhou walked into the room feeling puzzled, and when he saw Fu Zhuo’s figure, he said to Ye Jun, who was standing at the room door: “Brother Ye, Fu Zhuo said to restore your WeChat message history with Xingguang.”
Ye Jun squinted his eyes, and a bad premonition rose in his heart. He didn’t ask Tang Zhou why he suggested restoring the WeChat message history. The next second, he immediately took out his phone and followed Tang Zhou’s advice, restoring all the chat history.