The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

He walked into the room, soon confronted with Han Qing’s resentful eyes.

“Ye Hao…” Han Qing shouted, as if for fear that others couldn’t hear her.

Ye Hao ignored her and walked directly past her towards the living room.

“Ye Hao, do you hear me?”

Han Qing’s face turned blue with anger, the blue tendons on her neck bulging out one by one.

Ye Hao came to the living room and soon noticed Han Xue who was crying there.

Han Xue was still crying. Her eyes were swollen as if they couldn’t open. At this time, she cried like a pear blossom with rain, looking quite poor. However, the man in front of her would not pity her any more.

“What are you dissatisfied with? Say it yourself.” Ye Hao went over and stood in front of Han Xue, looking down at the woman with cold eyesight. He no longer held any feelings toward this woman. To a person he didn’t love, he couldn’t even pretend.

Han Xue didn’t reply. She was still crying, even more loudly.

Soon, Han Qing came in. She stood in front of her daughter, staring at the indifferent man.

“I tell you, Ye Hao. Don’t you think that we are so easily bullied. If you want to divorce, just dream about it.” Han Qing said angrily with hands akimbo. It was not easy for them to get here. Now this man wanted to abandon Little Xue like this. Never think about it.

Ye Hao frowned all of a sudden. As for the woman in front of him, he already felt disgusted to the extreme. He didn’t want to argue with the woman either.

“I need to ask someone to get you out, don’t I?” He said coldly, his eyesight cold and deep. His whole person emitted an air of grumpiness.

“What do you mean?”

Ye Hao had taken out his mobile phone. He didn’t want to talk nonsense to this woman for one more second. This greedy and selfish woman was just like a thorn in his eyes.

“A Mu, ask your two brothers to come to the hall…” He spoke on the phone, his face cold as ice.

“Ye Hao…” Han Qing almost screamed out, and her mobile phone was dropped onto the ground directly, the screen of which was even smashed into pieces.

“You, son of a bitch!” She pointed to Ye Hao, cursing. Because of fury, her whole face turned totally red.

You were just a son of a bitch. He should dare to ask someone to drive her out.

Ye Hao raised the corner of his lips coldly, not in the least agitated by Han Qing’s curse. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Qing. His voice was cold without a trace of temperature.

“Listen, Han Qing, my patience is limited. Please keep your mouth clean.” Ye Hao warned, trying hard to suppress the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart.

If she cursed again, he didn’t know if he would slap the woman on the face.

Han Qing gave a cold sneer, feeling no fear after being warned by Ye Hao. She took a few steps forward and came to the front of Ye Hao. Then she pointed at her own face.

“Why, you want to beat me? Come on, fight! Fight! ”

As if crazy, Han Qing walked up to Ye Hao step by step. She didn’t believe that this beast dared to hit her.

Ye Hao flushed all of a sudden. He looked at Han Qing, his clenched fingers creaking.

Han Qing smiled. But when she wanted to say something provocative again, a hoarse voice mingled with coughs suddenly came from the door:

“All right! Stop arguing! ”

It was Xia Jingshu who was speaking. After saying that, she gave several coughs in a low voice. Then she hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over, and took the hand that her son which was already grasped.