Chapter 91 Slap in the face, hot searches explode [2 updates]

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There was a moment of silence around, as if all the sounds were taken away by the abortion.

Pei Mengzhi's words came to an abrupt end.

His ears buzzed, but he didn't even recover. What Yu Yao had called just now.

Pei Mengzhi watched the disabled people he said get closer and closer to the front.

The man was unexpectedly young.

His eyebrows and eyes were cold and his face was handsome.

The lights around him dyed his face white, diluting the imposing momentum of his body, but the fierce and murderous aura could be vaguely seen.

Pei Mengzhi couldn't help but shivered.

Yu Yao's steps were completely settled, and the last bit of gratitude in his heart disappeared without a trace.

He pursed his lips, hiding the shock in his eyes, and shouted again: "Uncle Jiu."

The wheelchair stopped like a gift.

"Shi Yan, why are your three nephews here?" Shen Xingjun followed him and naturally saw Yu Yao, "Oh, I remember. I remember when I checked Miss Si's information, it seemed that he was the one whom Miss Si was chasing?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the air around it became cold.

Yu Xiheng's eyes were slightly raised, and his light amber pupils were as deep as the sea.

Feng San staggered at his feet: "Young Master Shen, don't talk nonsense."

"I heard it wrong?" Shen Xingjun thoughtfully, "I'll ask when I go back."

Yu Yao frowned and directly distanced himself from the relationship: "Mr. Shen, I have nothing to do with the person you are talking about."

In any case, he didn't want Yu Xiheng to know what past he had between him and Si Fuqing.

Originally, he lowered his head in front of Yu Xiheng and could no longer be caught by Yu Xiheng.

Mr. Yu is harsh on him, so of course it is impossible to allow him to have any connection with an 18th-tier female star.

Simply put, it's not worthy.

"It doesn't matter, it's your friend, right?" Shen Xingjun smiled, "Your friend is amazing. Is Shi Yan a disabled person?"

"This is a saying, birds of a feather flock together, and if you are friends, what are you like, right?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Yu Yao's face changed.

Pei Mengzhi hurriedly apologized: "Mr. Shen, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean that!"

"What's wrong with the disabled?" Shen Xingjun laughed again, and the next sentence was said to Yu Yao, "What, do you really look down on the disabled, or do you look down on your Ninth Uncle?"

Yu Yao's expression changed completely.

Yu Xiheng was able to walk at least in the early years, but his leg disease worsened after he was ten years old and he was completely unable to move.

There are many rumors in Sijiu City.

Including Yu Yao, he respected Yu Xiheng in public and looked down on him, but no one was on the surface.

At present, Shen Xingjun directly revealed it, and Yu Yao only felt unprecedented embarrassment.

He pursed his lips: "Mr. Shen, I have always respected Uncle Jiu and never had this idea."

Shen Xingjun just laughed but didn't respond.

Yu Xiheng didn't even look at this place.

Yu Yao's fingers tightened, and he clenched into a fist and loosened it.

Finally, he bent down and lowered his noble head: "Uncle Jiu, my friend is rude and disrespectful to you. I am really sorry."

Pei Mengzhi also apologized.

Yu Xiheng supported his jaw, his eyebrows were lazy, and he didn't look at Yu Yao from beginning to end.

He said lightly: "Let's go."

Feng San pushed the wheelchair forward.

The three left.

Yu Yao stood there, his face turned blue and white, and the veins on his forehead thundered.

Yu Xiheng said nothing, but he could feel that profound sense of humiliation.

Although he and Yu Xiheng are one generation apart, they are often compared because they are only three or four years apart.

Yu Yao hates others very much about how he is inferior to him, a genius uncle.

What made him even more annoying was Yu Xiheng himself.

Yu Xiheng seemed to have an innate high above.

I clearly despise him just now and didn't take him seriously.

Yu Yao's fists were tighter and his jaw was tense.

Why is a disabled person?

Pei Mengzhi was so embarrassed: "A Yao, I'm so shady, you're scolded too. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect your uncle Ninth to be like this... like this..."

He had never been to Sijiu City, let alone entered the Yu family.

I have always heard Yu Yao mention Yu Xiheng, but I never thought that Yu Xiheng was not the decadent one in the rumors, but instead had a deep and noble style.

The nine sons of the Yu family in Sijiucheng are indeed well-known.

"Nothing." Yu Yao frowned, "But why did he come to the city and still be here?"

Yu Xiheng has never been interested in art, and the Yu family banquets have also left early, but there are more museums.

"Youth Boy" is also a group of young fans chasing, and it is not a concert of the queen of the king.

"Who knows?" Pei Mengzhi shook his head and sighed, "It's such a pity that your Ninth Uncle."

If Yu Xiheng's leg was not ruined, he would probably be the ruler of the future Sijiu City.

The Yu family's struggle for power is as dangerous as the ancient prince's throne.

Unfortunately, Yu Xiheng was directly deprived of his inheritance because of his leg skills.

It can be foreseen that his life will not be smooth after the next generation succeeds to the throne.

"What a pity." Yu Yao said lightly, "I'm born, no one can blame anyone."

Pei Mengzhi wiped his sweat and muttered: "Your Ninth Uncle is so powerful. I thought I was seeing the emperor, so I almost knelt down just now."

Yu Yao refused to comment on this, and he withdrew his gaze: "Let's go too."

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In the private parking lot, Si Fuqing also successfully met with Yu Xiheng.

She raised her hand, the fox's eyes were curved, and she looked obedient: "Boss, look at me, I have a good job."

Feng San's forehead hopped.

Miss Si's appearance is really too deceptive.

He has known her for so long, and every time he sees her face, he cannot associate her with the strange girl who beats the reckless man.

If it is a stranger, I'm afraid I'll be deceived.

Yu Xiheng nodded: "I sang well today."

"Just, I sang a few words casually." Si Fuqing's eyes were bright, "Boss, do you want to listen to the dignity? I can sing it to you seriously!"

Shen Xingjun is puzzled: "The majestic is—"

Feng San hurriedly spoke before he asked: "Miss Si, it's getting late, I'll take you back to the apartment!"

Si Fuqing still looked at Yu Xiheng.

"It's getting late." Yu Xiheng smiled faintly, "Go back early to rest."

"Oh, okay." Si Fuqing was very disappointed, "I'm leaving."

Her lonely look made Shen Xingjun unable to bear it anymore.

He turned his head and said, "Shi Yan, you might as well let--"

Yu Xiheng glanced at him.

Shen Xingjun shut up.

Yu Tang held Si Fuqing's arm: "Qingqing, go, I'll listen to you sing!"

Feng San followed immediately.

"Qingqing, don't be sad. My Ninth Uncle just doesn't understand the charm." Yu Tang was angry, "What are you singing for him? That's singing toward the stone."
To be continued...