C442 She Had Been Crooked for a Long Time

Yung Yueqing was from the Snow. She was Second Miss. My brother, the head of the Snow, Yung Yuebai...

"Tell me, if you touch his nephew, how will he toy you to death?"

Shang Moze's ink-black eyes became slightly cold as he said those words. Yung Yueqing, Second Miss of the Snow, Yung Yuebai's younger sister.

He knew this. She said that she was Yung Yueqing's younger sister and lost her. She only returned to Snow a year ago...

But he never thought that it would be this damn woman! A white light flashed in front of his eyes. The viciousness in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Damn it, it turned out that Yung Yuebai had played such a big role in it!

"Hey, did you hear that? Return my son to me, and I won't bother with you anymore!"

Yung Yueqing felt that her patience was really good. If it was an ordinary person, she would have gone up and punched and kicked long ago.

But now, bullshit, this was a retarded person. How could she beat up the weak group...

"Who am I?" Shang Moze held Little Milk Bun in his arms and tightened his grip. His eyes looked like they were about to spit fire and burn the woman in front of him to death.

"Damn it, how do I know who you are? Are you going to let go of my son or not?"

Why did this crazy person insist on pestering her? Yung Yueqing felt that she must have stepped on dog shit when she went out!

"Yi Xiaomi," every word, every word, seemed as if his teeth were going to be bitten into pieces. Shang Moze's tone was cold, "Don't pretend to be stupid. I will ask you again, who am I?"

Raising her head to look at the sky, Yung Yueqing tried to calm herself down a little...

"Little bastard, get down here," Yung Yueqing said angrily. "I am going home. I will give you three seconds!"

To be able to meet a lunatic at an art exhibition, yet you still insist on pestering me...

"Uncle, my mommy is calling me. If I don't go down, she will get angry." As he spoke, Ling Xichen put his hands on the man's arm and broke free. He jumped quickly and landed steadily on the ground.

"Big idiot, big idiot, I am back." Seeing that his mother seemed to be extremely angry, Ling Xichen quickly started to brew. One, two, three...

"Wuwu, mommy, you scared me to death. That weird uncle is so scary, wuwu..."

Seeing her own son like this, Yung Yueqing did not have the time to be angry. She quickly squatted down and hugged Little Milk Bun tightly. She stood up and gently patted him on the back with one hand.

"Good boy, you are not afraid anymore, you are not afraid anymore. It is fine now. Don't cry." She secretly thought that her son was really frightened. Yung Yueqing's voice was so gentle that it could not be more gentle as she softly coaxed him.

As for Little Milk Bun, there was not even a shadow of a pearl on his face. He pretended to cry as he looked at the man.

Tsk tsk, this expression... was even scarier than the bottom of a pot. However, ex-dad, oh, ex-dad. Since big idiot doesn't want to acknowledge you, don't bother us anymore.

What's his name exactly? Did he listen to big idiot's name... Shang Yicheng? This name sounded pretty good, but big idiot seemed to be very angry.

En, that's right. I heard from my uncle that the uncultured mommy flipped through an entire dictionary... It was also hard to come up with something like that.

"Yi Xiaomi," Shang Moze suddenly stepped forward and tightly grabbed the woman's shoulder. His eyes were fierce. "I am Shang Moze, your man. You are called Yi Xiaomi, Yi Qingren, not Yung Yueqing!"

Shang Moze... Why was this name so familiar...

Oh, isn't this what her brother told her? That scum abandoned me at the wedding, and then I couldn't take it anymore and jumped off the cliff with Little Milk Bun.

"Mr. Shang, how are you?" Yung Yueqing smiled sweetly and hugged Little Milk Bun's arm tightly.

"Maybe your ears are not good. Why don't I repeat it again. This child, Ling, is mine and my ex-boyfriend's."

With a harmless smile on her face, Yung Yueqing blinked her charming eyes. "Mr. Shang, I forgot to tell you. My ex-boyfriend and I have rekindled our old relationship, so this child is actually mine and my current husband's."

Shang Moze pinched the woman's tender chin. There was a charming and gloomy smile on his face. He exerted force in his hands. "Then tell me, why does this person look exactly the same as me when I was young?"

"Oh, probably. I hate you to the bone and it is engraved in my heart. I abandon you like a shoe. After a long period of time, this child will grow crooked."

"Pfft!" Ling Xichen could not hold it in and burst out laughing all of a sudden. His mommy was simply...

"Also, I don't care about rice and millet. My name is Yung Yueqing now. I am the princess of the Snow. My son is the Little Prince of the Snow." Yung Yueqing's eyes were filled with a gentle smile, but her words were cold.

"I was probably blind in the past, that's why I took a fancy to a scum like you. You even brought my son to jump off a cliff with a mental illness."

"But now, I have already turned my back to the shore." Yung Yueqing took the man's hand away from her shoulder and took a step back.

"Mr. Shang, I think you probably still don't know. When I fell off the cliff, I hurt my head. So, I don't remember all the things that happened in the past."

The man's eagle-like eyes suddenly narrowed and shot out a sharp and terrifying light. "What did you say!"

"I said, I forgot everything. I don't remember anything. So, whether it's Yi Xiaomi or Yi Qingren, just treat it as if she's already dead."

Ling Xichen obediently lay in the woman's arms. His two small arms hooked the woman's white and beautiful eyes and he secretly shook his head.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Looking at his former father's injured appearance, in fact, his uncle had a very bad opinion of his former father. The memories in big idiot's head were all instilled by his uncle.

Cough, cough. As for what exactly Yung Yuebai had instilled in big idiot... Please think about it yourself...

"Damn it, I totally forgot. I've been looking for you for four years. Now, tell me, you've completely forgotten about it!"

"Mr. Shang, let go of the past and become Buddha." Yung Yueqing's eyes were calm and her voice was gentle. "I'm living a happy life now. Please don't disturb me anymore."

Don't disturb me anymore. Don't disturb me anymore. These five words were like a torch that lit up the bomb in Shang Moze's heart.

"Yi Qingren, do you know how I have lived these four years?"

"Every day, I look at the corpses at home. I wish I was the one lying there. Now, tell me to put them down!"

Yung Yueqing frowned and her long eyelashes fluttered gently. "Maybe we were in love in the past. Otherwise, I would not have given up on my life for you."

"But now, Mr. Shang, you treat me no different from the flowers and plants by the roadside."

There was no difference. Good job, really good job! Shang Moze suddenly stepped forward and stretched out his long arm. He picked up the woman and held her horizontally. "Didn't you forget? I will make you remember everything!"