The head of the Yan family answered the phone and hurried to Yan Chenyu's villa.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt the suppressed and condensing atmosphere in the living room.

He glanced at the mother and son indifferently and asked with a frown.

"What happened? I must come here now?"

Mrs. Yan raised her chin with a calm face.

"Look, your son is very capable. He got the marriage certificate without authorization, kept the woman in this villa, waited for the raw rice to be cooked, and led it directly into the Yan family's door."

The head of the Yan family sank his eyebrows, picked up the marriage certificate on the coffee table and took a look, and his handsome face turned black inch by inch.

Yan Chenyu, who was standing beside him, said with a faint smile:

"It doesn't matter whether the Yan family's door is in or not, but I like people, so it's that simple to marry them."

The angry that Mrs. Yan had just suppressed, and suddenly stood up, pointed at Yan Chenyu and complained to the head of the Yan family.

"Look at it! He was fascinated by that woman and had no reason! He would rather give up the Yan family, rather than oppose his parents, than marry that woman into the door!"

With a bang, the head of the Yan family threw his marriage certificate on the coffee table, and his anger rose all over his body, which was terrifying.

"Go and get a rattan!"

"The head of the family..." The servant was frightened and hesitant.

The rattan thing will kill people.

The Yan family leader scolded coldly:

"What are you doing when you stand there? Do you want me to get it yourself?"

The servant looked at Yan Chenyu with red eyes, "Young Master..."

"Go and get it." Yan Chenyu said lightly.

The servant bit his lips and hesitated for a few seconds, and went out to find the rattan.

By the way, he secretly sent a text message to Qiao Zhiqin.

"Come up with me!"

The head of the Yan family glanced at his son with a gloomy face, turned around and walked towards the study on the second floor.

Until the figures of the father and son disappeared at the entrance of the stairs, Mrs. Yan walked slowly to Chunyang and stretched out her hand.

"Give me your phone."

Chunyang could guess what she intended, and clenched her hand tightly, but didn't move.

Mrs. Yan lost her patience and said in a deep voice:

"I want me to say it again? Is it true that Chen Yu doesn't care about you on weekdays, and you don't even know the most basic rules! Or do you think that the servants of the Yan family must be you!?"

Chunyang's expression changed, he took out his cell phone and put it in Mrs. Yan's hand.

Mrs. Yan found Qiao Zhiqin's number from her cell phone and dialed it out with her cell phone.

"Hello." Qiao Zhiqin answered the phone.

"Miss Qiao."

Qiao Zhiqin heard the voice a little strange and asked in confusion:

"Is it you..."

"I am Yan Chenyu's mother. Don't you plan to come and explain to me personally about your marriage?"

Qiao Zhiqin was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect the Yan family to know about their marriage so soon.

Looking up at the staff member who was in the distance, she paused and spoke.

"Sorry, I still have a job now, can I..."

"Ha!" Mrs. Yan's sneer interrupted her, "Chen Yu would rather be beaten than divorce for you, but you can't give up your job for him. It seems that in your heart, he is not important."

Qiao Zhiqin suddenly pinched her phone when she heard the words being typoed.

“Where are you now?”

"Chen Yu's villa."

After saying that, Mrs. Yan hung up the phone directly.

At this time, Qiao Zhiqin, who was on the set, saw the message sent to her by the servant, explained it briefly to Della, and hurriedly left the set.

Mrs. Yan, who hung up the phone, threw her cell phone to Chunyang and walked to the second floor.

When I walked to the stairs, I heard the sound of the head of the Yan family burning in anger.

"Yan Chenyu, I have given you freedom for so many years and let you film in the entertainment industry. Do you really think that you have left the Yan family? Or is it that you don't have the same parents as you now!"

"Marriage is indeed my own decision, and I have no intention of divorce. If you are angry, you will beat me, but if you think I will divorce after I beat me, then you might as well save your energy

.”

"you!"

"Home owner, rattan."

The servant walked in with a rattan strip and interrupted the rebuke of the Yan family, and Mrs. Yan followed closely behind.

Looking at Yan Chenyu kneeling on the ground, a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes and said softly:

"Chen Yu, as long as you agree to the divorce, why bother to be beaten? In your heart, can't we parents compare to that Qiao Zhiqin?"

Yan Chenyu straightened his back and raised his eyes coldly.

"I said, don't force me to make a choice, because the answer is not what you want to hear."

Mrs. Yan was so scared by his eyes that she took a step back, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

If she had a hint of luck before, then this time, she was extremely sure of his choice.

It turned out that in her son's heart, their parents were really not as important as Qiao Zhiqin.

The head of the Yan family was also surprised by his son's firm attitude and asked in a deep voice:

"What's the point of that woman that's worth your doing?"

"Qinqin is good everywhere, and the most important thing is that I love her."

"Stubborn!"

"Bang!"

The head of the Yan family raised the rattan and slapped Yan Chenyu hard on the back.

Seeing his gritting teeth and enduring, Mrs. Yan couldn't bear it after all, so she turned around and left the study.

"Mrs. Young Madam, run slowly!"

Chunyang's voice came from downstairs. When Mrs. Yan heard the sound, she saw Qiao Zhiqin running upstairs.

He sarcastically pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered:

"Ha! The show was performed well, it came very quickly."

"Where is Achen?" Qiao Zhiqin asked anxiously, no longer caring about Mrs. Yan's identity.

She faintly heard a sound from the study, and she raised her foot and was about to walk past.

Just after walking a few steps, my arm was suddenly grabbed by someone and was pulled to the door of the study by Mrs. Yan.

The door of the study room was opened in a gap, and Qiao Zhiqin could see everything inside.

Blood marks were printed on Yan Chenyu's light blue T-shirt, and Qiao Zhiqin's heart seemed to be pinched by a hand, and it was so painful that it was almost impossible to breathe.

The sound of the rattan falling on the man's back fell clearly into her ears. Qiao Zhiqin reached out and was about to push the door, but suddenly she was pulled back.

"Did you see it? It's because of you that he was beaten! Qiao Zhiqin, what can you bring to him? Is it money? Is it status? Or benefits? None of it, you can only bring him disaster."

Every word of Mrs. Yan fell into her ears clearly. The water light in Qiao Zhiqin's eyes trembled violently, her fingers curled up bit by bit, and she held them tightly.

Mrs. Yan put her reaction into her eyes, pulled the corner of her mouth, and continued:

"As long as he disagrees with the divorce, Chen Yu will be beaten all the time! Qiao Zhiqin, do you really bear it? If you really like him, leave him, leave him, and treat you well."

As soon as Mrs. Yan finished speaking, the rattan was about to fall down again.

Qiao Zhiqin shook off Mrs. Yan's hand and rushed in, hugging the man on the ground tightly.

“Um…”

The rattan fell on her back, and tears came out of her eyes that hurt.

"Qinqin!"

Yan Chenyu's face changed, and he reached out to take the person into his arms to check her injuries.

The fear in my eyes cannot be concealed.
Chapter completed!