Yang Jun quickly held her in his arms and kept comforting her.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine, I just need to rest for a couple of days and I'll be fine."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu didn't you know that you were so cruel and felt sorry for your own man?" Nalan Qingmeng burst into tears.

He seemed to be looking for Yi Qiu Shui desperately.

"Hey, she doesn't know how distressed she is. It's because she still has you."

"no."

Nalan Qingmeng suddenly wiped away her tears and stared at Yang Jun with a pair of scarlet eyes.

"She doesn't feel bad, why should I feel bad?"

After saying that, he took Yang Jun to the back room.

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were full of desire for survival.

"We have downplayed the lights of swords and annihilated the cries of drums and horns. Auntie, let's not fight today. How about Wenbi?"

When Nalan Qingmeng heard this, he burst into laughter.

"I can't tell, but it rhymes."

Suddenly, his expression changed and he said: "Wenbi, I will admit defeat. Let's fight with force. I am confident that I will not lose."

When Yang Jun heard this, he looked like he was desperate for life but not for death.

He will lose in a fight.

A man can lose in a literary contest, but he can never lose in a physical fight. This will affect his right to speak in the family in the future.

"You are also a woman who doesn't care about your own man."

"I didn't learn it from your guy."

"You can't do this... ow!"

…

A battle involving millions of elite soldiers has begun.

This battle lasted from noon to dusk, from dusk to... Yang Jun fainted.

This is the end.

"Lao Yang, you can rest here tonight while I go to the front yard to see the two children."

Nalan Qingmeng lit a cigarette, put it in the mouth of Yang Jun who was lying on the bed and was only breathing out his breath, and tidied it up briskly.

Yang Jun opened his lips slightly, raised his hand halfway and put it down weakly.

"Thank you... for letting... me go."

"Virtue."

Nalan Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him and then opened the door.

"You rest first, I'll have the food delivered later."

As soon as Nalan Qingmeng disappeared, Yang Jun immediately jumped out of bed.

He got dressed in a few moments, then secretly left a note and left as if running away.

Nalan Qingmeng and Yi Qiushui are essentially the same. If they are not caught easily, they will have to die.

Yang Jun wanted to live for two more years, so he had no choice but to escape.

After returning home.

Yang Jun first stood outside and took a look, and found that Yi Qiushui hadn't come back yet, so he went in with confidence.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I saw my son Yang Chengdao eating alone.

"Your grandma and your mother haven't come back yet?"

As Yang Jun spoke, he motioned to the nanny to get him a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

"Isn't it what you want?"

The son rolled his eyes and continued to cook.

"Hey, do you know something?"

Yang Jun was very confused and couldn't help but think about it more.

"Oh, I'm just a child, what can I know?"

Yang Huai rolled his eyes: "Grandma called just now. Let me tell you that he and mom won't be back tonight, so you can do whatever you are told."

"Oh, so that's it."

Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"Dad, what do you think it is?" the son asked, blinking.

"Children, please stay away from adults' affairs." Yang Jun said with a stern face.

This child is too curious, which is not a good thing.

Don't underestimate your child. He may look innocent, but he actually understands everything.

"That's it again."

Yang Chengdao shook his head and was speechless.

In fact, adults are nothing special. They are just like children. Once they can't say something, they just come back.

Afterwards, the two men stopped talking and concentrated on cooking.

Yang Jun was thinking, what method did Wang Yuying use to hold Yi Qiushui back?

"Dad, can I ask you something?"

Suddenly, the son asked.

"Say." Yang Jun was stunned for a moment.

When his son Yang Chengdao heard this, he put down his bowls and chopsticks and looked at Yang Jun solemnly with a small face.

"Can you please stop hitting your mother every now and then?"

"Fart, when did I..."

Halfway through, Yang Jun suddenly understood what was going on.

So, his face turned red: "Son, I can promise you not to beat your mother again, but..."

"But, can you talk to your mother and tell her not to provoke me all the time in the future, so that I won't beat her."

"Okay, it's settled."

When Yang Huai heard this, he laughed happily.

After saying that, he stretched out his little hand and gave Yang Jun a high-five.

"It's a deal."

Yang Jun also high-fived him happily.

After dinner, his son Yang Chengdao went back upstairs to do his homework. Yang Jun called Wei Jing and asked her to move tomorrow.

Yang Jun has no choice but to move. If this continues, it will indeed affect the children.

Fortunately, the old house is separated by a wall from the villa where he lives. Fortunately, it was not demolished when the house was built, and it comes in handy now.

That night, no one disturbed him, and Yang Jun finally slept peacefully.

Get up the next day.

I saw Wei Jing and a group of guards busy moving.

In fact, there is nothing to move.

The old house is fully furnished, all you need to do is move Yang Jun's clothes and the books in the study.

The guards will take care of the moving, so Yang Jun doesn't have to worry at all.

After eating, he went to the river to continue fishing.

The grass is growing and the orioles are flying, it is harvest season.

After more than half a year of gestation, the fry in the river have grown into palm-long fish.

There are boiling ripples everywhere in the river, and leisurely small fish can be seen everywhere in the clear river.

Because there were so many fry put in at the beginning, there is almost no room for small fish in the river now. Even with Yang Jun's skills, he can catch a few small fish from time to time.

Yang Jun threw the baited hook into the river, and then lay lazily on the wicker chair.

As soon as I lay down, I saw a car driving towards me in the distance.

The car stopped in front of his house, and Wang Yuying got out of the car with a tired look on her face.
To be continued...