Chapter 1979 Men Without Human Rights (9)

"Hold!"

Young Master Yan swears and almost smashes the phone.

It's all the blame for that boy Shaoheng, who has been tricked by him this time. He has bullied him for so many years, but he is not as good as him this time.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. If he hadn't been in a hurry to find his wife now, he would have gone over and beat that kid up.

Then he thought of something and dialed again, this time it was Su Yue's number.

It rang a few times, and the other side answered it. Before Su Yue could speak, he asked anxiously, "Su Yue, did your third sister-in-law call you?"

Su Yue sneered, "yo third brother, my third sister-in-law is missing?"

Hearing her tone, Yan Rusheng was sure, she knew it, and he hurriedly said something nice, "Third brother was helping you today, and that's why your third sister-in-law misunderstood."

"I don't know, don't ask me."

Su Yue immediately hung up the phone, and when she heard the busy tone of 'beep' coming from the receiver, Yan Rusheng frowned, raised her phone again, and almost smashed it.

He hurried back to the room, the quilt on the bed was pulled back, the position was a bit messy, Xuxu must have been in bed before.

She was lying on the bed and flipping through her phone, every night.

fuck fuck fuck!

Young Master Yan kicked off the bed angrily, with a 'bang'.

"Aww..."

With too much force, his thumb was kicked, causing him to raise his foot in pain, screaming.

"Jiang Zhuoheng, I'm not finished with you!"

At this point, he still didn't dare to blame Wen Xuxu, even if she wasn't around now.

After the pain was relieved, he limped towards the closet and opened the closet door, and none of Wen Xuxu's clothes could be seen inside.

Damn, how long are you going to hang out, this stupid woman? Long stay?

He even brought so many clothes out.

After much tossing and turning, Young Master Yan has accepted the fact that Miss Wen ran away from home with his mother.

He walked to the sofa, sat down slumped, stretched out his hand irritably, and tugged at his collar.

Suddenly, there was a WeChat notification on the screen of the phone. He reached out to pick up the phone excitedly, glanced at it, and frowned in disappointment.

The message was sent by Jiang Zhuoheng. It was a photo sent to the group.

Now Yan Rusheng was angry when he saw the name Jiang Zhuoheng. He didn't intend to read it. He was about to throw away his phone, but after thinking about it, he accidentally opened WeChat.

Click on the group, and seeing Jiang Zhuoheng's photo, he almost vomited blood.

In the photo, there was a round table with two glasses of red wine on it, and a slender woman was sitting opposite, wearing a loose nightgown, with long hair that was smooth and silky like satin.

The picture is romantic and cozy.

Yan Rusheng gritted his teeth and sent a message: "Jiang Zhuoheng, the scenery outside is so beautiful, why don't you jump off the building and take a look?"

Immediately afterwards Jiang Zhuoheng replied: "I live such a leisurely life, why did I jump off the building?"

Before Yan Rusheng could reply, he sent another message, "Are you in a hurry to jump off the building?"

Yan Rusheng: "..."

Then came another message, "Oh, by the way, Xuxu called me just now, saying that she is going on a trip, and asked me to call her if I go."

Seeing this news, Young Master Yan was completely restless.

That stupid woman even called Jiang Zhuoheng when she was traveling. This is an insult, a real insult to him.

"Jiang Zhuoheng, you are going too far."

He sent a message angrily, and before Jiang Zhuoheng could reply, he said again: "If you tell me where Wen Xuxu went now, you can make up for it."

Jiang Zhuoheng: "He is your wife, shouldn't you know where he is better than me?"

Young Master Yan vomited blood.