Scapegoat Bride novel Chapter 15

The door opened, and the huge room was filled with light. The atmosphere in the bedroom was warm and soothing. If his mother also lived in such a mansion, it would be helpful to her, wouldn't it?

Heh, it was just a wild hope that his abilities were far from enough to make his mother feel comfortable and comfortable. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen to his current state, and wouldn't have been able to accompany his mother. Han Yi Er's heart was filled with self-blame, she was thinking about how she could make her mother live a good life every second. Bringing her mother down from the countryside at the age of just 20 to establish a stable foundation was not easy, but she was not satisfied with this ...

There was a fifty year old or so middle-aged man lying on the bed. His hair was almost gray, and although his eyes were closed, the outline of his appearance showed that he was handsome, something that he would never lose to Mr. Yun when he was young.

This old mister should be the father of the Mr. Yun, right? Thinking about it, his father should be this age, right? What did he look like? Is it healthy? How to live? Even though Ren Han Yi Er hated his father in her heart, she couldn't help but be curious about him in front of the old man in front of her.

"Dad, Yi Er is back." Yun Ao Tian's tone of voice was very gentle, but what did his "Yi Er has returned" mean?

"Yi Er, come and greet daddy."

After hearing Yun Ao Tian's call for him, other than calling him Miss Han for the first time when they first met, now ...

"Uncle Yun." Han Yi Er nodded cordially towards the sleeping Old mister Yun.

Of course he could call her good, but Yun Ao Tian did not show any sign of satisfaction. On the contrary, he felt that it was only the first time he had met her father, but she did not appear to be unfamiliar with him.

Then, he looked at her eyes ...

It was filled with anticipation and gentleness, as if he was a part of the Yun Family. Thinking about that, Yun Ao Tian's expression became ice-cold, he pulled Han Yi Er's wrist and brought her out of the room.

Mr. Han's change? It was still so warm before, but now it was so cold. Did he do something wrong? Han Yi Er was very puzzled. She was doing her best to do everything well, and her desire for her father in the depths of her heart had undoubtedly shown its closeness to Old mister Yun the moment she saw him.

Leaving the bedroom, Yun Ao Tian loosened his grip on Han Yi Er's wrist, but his gaze was still filled with extreme coldness: "From now on, my father's three meals are all under your responsibility."

"Got it." Han Yi Er paused for a moment and asked in a probing tone: "Mr. Yun, may I ask if Uncle Yun is sick?"

Hearing her question, Yun Ao Tian's cold expression immediately darkened. He flipped Han Yi Er over and fiercely pushed him against the wall, his eyes filled with dark clouds ....

Bang! His body heavily smashed into the ice-cold wall, the back of his head made a "dong" sound as it collided with the hard wall. The intense impact caused his brain to be muddled, and pain immediately rushed up his head.

"My father's matter has nothing to do with you!" His cold voice was sharp as it explained how he had acted so rudely. There wasn't a trace of guilt in his eyes, as if he should have treated her this way.

But Han Yi Er could not ask about all of the doubts in her heart, and if the old man inside was going to take care of him, wouldn't he be able to? Frowning slightly, her gentle tone was somewhat forceful: "Mr. Yun, I only ..."

"Let me tell you, you are just a sommelier I bought with money. You don't have any chance to speak in this house! Do you understand? "

In an instant, a "hum" resounded in Han Yi Er's mind. Her lightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and the look in her eyes became hollow. It was clear that she was feeling that sense of loss and sadness ...

Using money to buy sommelier? That's right...