The happiest thing for a person is to be married to love.

However, this wonderful time did not last long.

With the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea, the days gradually become dull.

The initial passion will slowly dissipate and return to calm.

Zhou Xiaobai is also such a person.

She loved Zhong Yuemin to the death, and even said, "I want to see what kind of woman you will marry in the end. If that woman is not as good as you, don't blame me for interfering in your lives."

The oath was very heroic, but as time went by, it slowly turned into a joke.

If Zhou Xiaobai knew that Zhong Yuemin's current life was miserable, he would probably regret those heroic words he had said at the time.

Yi Qiushui, on the other hand, is more tolerant.

Life is only a few years old, why bother yourself.

How could a big shot like Yang Jun have only one woman?

If this matter had happened in ancient times, would those big ladies still be alive?

The world is like this, if you can't adapt, you will be eliminated.

In order to survive, you have to follow the crowd.

This is a man's world.

This world is dominated by men, not only because of their physical advantages, but also because of the determination of survival of the fittest after competition for ability.

Things that have been verified countless times for thousands of years cannot be changed just by changing it.

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On this day, Yang Jun was fishing at Diaoyutai.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the river without blinking.

There were two guys nearby who were discussing opening a roast duck restaurant.

The time is peaceful, and the blazing sunshine does not make my body feel so hot.

Just as Yang Jun was enjoying all this, there was a sound of rapid footsteps.

"Mr. Yang, the old lady's phone number."

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, then stood up slowly.

"Mr. Yang, please hurry up. The old lady seems to be very anxious." The nanny said.

When Yang Jun heard this, he was still slow.

He has now faced the collapse of a mountain without changing his expression. There is almost nothing in this world that can make him panic.

Coming to the living room, Yang Jun grabbed the phone that was placed aside.

"Hello……"

As soon as Yang Jun opened his mouth, Wang Yuying's cry could be heard from the opposite side.

"Jun'er, please save your uncle quickly. Your uncle is terminally ill."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he said slowly: "I know."

"Come here quickly, you must be quick."

"I got it, Mom."

Yang Jun put down the phone, sat on the sofa and smiled bitterly.

"My uncle has a terminal illness, are you so anxious?"

My mother has always been a Voldemort, and now that her uncle has a terminal illness, she is even more anxious than herself.

Yang Jun can understand his mother's current mood. She must be very anxious now.

For this uncle, how should I put it, Yang Jun didn't feel like a family member, or even felt like a stranger.

As for whether he has a terminal illness, Yang Jun doesn't care at all.

Not only did he not care, but he felt relieved.

If my uncle is gone in the future, my mother will not put all her thoughts on him.

Thinking of this, Yang Jun slowly lit a cigarette.

At this time, Yi Qiushui hurriedly walked in.

"Husband, what's wrong with mom?"

Yang Jun spit out a mouthful of thick mist and said faintly: "It's nothing."

"Oh, what's going on? Tell me quickly."

Seeing Yang Jun's appearance, Yi Qiushui also became anxious.

"It's nothing, it's just that my uncle is terminally ill."

"Oh, I feel so uncomfortable."

Yang Jun pretended to be uncomfortable, which made Yi Qiushui's eyes widen.

"Oh, you scared me to death."

Yi Qiushui patted her chest and said, "I hope Mom is fine."

She also knew that Yang Jun didn't like this uncle, so she could understand Yang Jun's current mood.

"Okay, restrain yourself. If others see it, they won't know how to talk about you."

"Haha, so what if I see it, I'll be happy."

"Come on, hurry up and get ready to go."

"Why are you so anxious?"

Yang Jun said slowly: "Let me enjoy another cigarette."

"Oh, hurry up. It's not to see your uncle, but to see our mother. You don't know how much our mother cherished your uncle, and you don't know how anxious she is now."

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot about our mother."

Yang Jun quickly stood up and walked out.

He could disregard his uncle's life or death, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for Wang Yuying.

Yi Qiushui also tidied up, handed the child to the nanny, and then went to the ancestral hall with Yang Jun.

Forty minutes later.

Yang Jun and Yi Qiushui appeared in the ancestral hall.

"Mom, oh my god..."

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Jun began to squeeze away tears and pretended to be heartbroken.

"Wrong, it's our uncle."

Seeing this, Yi Qiushui pursed her lips and smiled, and quickly reminded her.

"Yeah."

Yang Jun slapped his forehead, blinked twice, and then rubbed hard with his hands, which made his eyes red.

"Uncle, my good uncle..."

As soon as I entered the door, I met the security guard guarding the ancestral hall.

One of the leaders came over and saluted him.

"Mr. Yang, your uncle is not at home."

"The old lady and they are all in the hospital."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he glared and said, "If you didn't tell me earlier, you would have made me shed two pounds of tears?"

When the security guard heard this, he suppressed his laughter and did not dare to speak.

Yi Qiushui saw this and stabbed him.

"Okay, let's go to the hospital."

Later, Yang Jun asked which hospital he was in before leaving.

When he arrived at the hospital, he found that the door of the ward was crowded with people.

My uncle's daughter and son-in-law, son and daughter-in-law, and grandchildren are all here.

Wang Yuying walked around the ward, looking back at Wang Yuxian lying on the bed from time to time.
To be continued...