Ye Hannian's voice was indifferent and composed, without the slightest wave of emotion.
When the word "auntie" was mentioned, there was a hint of sarcasm.
The airflow in the air has stagnated a bit.
Zhao Wanru's smile froze directly on her face.
Thinking that the man sitting in the car might be a son of a wealthy family in the imperial capital, he pulled his lips abruptly and smiled awkwardly twice.
Although she couldn't even see the man's face, Zhao Wanru felt that at this moment, the man saw all the emotions hidden in her heart clearly, and her whole body seemed to be directly exposed to the sun.
A deep sense of shame.
Li Yun glanced at Zhao Wanru lightly, raised her eyebrows and eyes, and replied to Ye Hannian in a good-tempered and lazy way, "She's not a thing."
"Yunyun." Zhao Wanru glared at Liyun, her eyes were dark and her voice was cold, "How can you say that"
After she finished speaking, she turned to Ye Hannian and said politely: "I am Yunyun's stepmother."
"She was right, I was wrong. You really are nothing." Ye Hannian's flat voice slowly rippled in the air, mixed with a flat chill.
It's just that when he inadvertently looked at Li Yun, his pupils were imprinted with the brilliance of the setting sun.
A little dazzling.
Zhao Wanru's haughty face twisted, and the silver teeth in her mouth were almost crushed.
If it was Li Yun who said that about her, she could still use her status as a stepmother to educate her severely.
But when this noble and indifferent man said so, she could only hold it in her heart without saying a word.
The chest rose and fell, and the fire was entangled upwards, making her eyes almost burst into flames.
The low air pressure wrapped around Li Yun's body has completely disappeared, and the corners of Li Yun's lips curled up slightly.
The small pear vortex is a bit conspicuous.
Gradually, there was a trace of smoke and fire in the cold breath.
"I'll go first." Ye Hannian honked the horn lightly, and greeted Li Yun, his voice softened a bit.
Li Yun responded lightly, and slowly raised her chin, her posture was always casual and lazy.
Seeing that the car had already left, Zhao Wanru no longer suppressed her emotions.
"Li Yun."
Zhao Wanru's voice was almost squeezed out from between her teeth.
Liyun put his hands in his pockets, walked at a leisurely pace, did not turn his head, and the corners of his eyes were raised with a hint of sarcasm.
A slender and tall figure wrapped in simple clothes, walking like stepping on the breeze, free and easy, cool and handsome.
Zhao Wanru looked at her rascally look, her blood surged up a little, she ran a few steps, then grabbed Li Yun's arm, and pulled hard, but she didn't move.
Instead, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
It took several seconds before she managed to stabilize her body, frowning with disdain on her face.
"Liyun, that's how you treat your stepmother! You white-eyed wolf, you live in the Zhao family now, use the Zhao family's food, and eat the Zhao family's food. How dare you scold me, you bitch!"
Zhao Wanru raised her arm, and slapped Li Yun's face fiercely with one hand.
She has long wanted to do this.
With a foxy face as long as Li Yazhen's, it makes people itch with anger.
This slap was intercepted by Li Yun in mid-air.
Liyun's slender, white and tender lotus root arms are like high-quality mutton fat jade, so full that they can't be folded.
But Zhao Wanru struggled to move her hand, but she couldn't break free.
The hand clasping her wrist was like an iron wall, completely imprisoning her arm.