263: C263 He's Not My Fiancé

C263 He's Not My Fiancé

Han Qiao had just been infatuated with Fesaer. She did not expect that this handsome man would suddenly treat her coldly. Han Qiao's face alternated between green and red. She was extremely ashamed and resentful.0

"Who are you forcing me to do this?" Han Qiao almost exploded.

"You want to know my identity?!" Fesaer pointed at Han Qiao with a threatening finger and pulled Youyou into the mansion of Han family. It was as if they had entered a place where no one was there. It was as if they had entered a place where no one was there. This mansion seemed to belong to his family.

Han Qiao was so angry that she shouted: "Big Brother, look at Han Youyou. She actually brought a helper to bully me!"

As soon as Han Qiao's voice fell, a man in his mid-twenties walked out of the living room. His hair was bald and there was only a cluster of long hair on his head that stood up high. It was like a cluster of fiery red chicken feathers and he looked very anxious. "Han Youyou! Why are you bullying Han Qiao again?"

Youyou cast a sidelong glance at her uncle's eldest son, Han Yuvri. This straw bag hoodlum ignored him and only pulled Fesaer and said, "Follow me in. There is no need to bother with these two straw bags. "

Han Yuvri immediately exploded with anger. Damn it! Han Youyou. Aren't you the daughter of a murderer? What's there to be arrogant about? Hey! Let's have a fight! What's up with ignoring me? Am I that easy to ignore?"

Le Youyou kept walking towards Grandfather Han's study room while Fesaer was one step behind. There was a trace of hostility between his eyebrows. He picked up his phone and made a call. "Yu Hao, bring some people to the Han family villa in the east of the city. Yes, I want to beat up a punk who doesn't know what death is!"

Youyou heard Fesaer's command and smiled in her heart. It was good to let the two siblings suffer a little, so as not to speak without thinking. No home tutoring needed to be fixed.

In fact, although the two siblings spoke without restraint, their hearts were not bad and they were quite funny. It was precisely because of these two clowns that her gloomy days in the past year had become a laughingstock.

Han family was a simple and small family. Because the father's case twenty years ago had affected their reputation, they had been unable to recover all these years.

In particular, the eldest young master of the Han family, whose father had passed away after committing a crime, and his second uncle had also passed away due to illness. Only Old Man Han and Han Yuvri were left in the Han family.

Han Yuvri and Han Qiao, these two hooligans, ate and played all day long. They did not think about advancing, nor did they care about the family business of the Han family. Therefore, the entire Han family was managed by Grandfather Han alone.

However, his grandfather was already old, and there would always be times when he was powerless.

At this time, Youyou had returned to the Han family. The old man was very happy.

That was why the old man had always wanted to hand the Han family over to Youyou. A while ago, he had even helped her register her identity and changed her surname to Han.

Thus, Le Youyou called Han Youyou from now on.

Youyou said to Fesaer, "Fesaer, wait for me outside. "

Fesaer was planning on how to beat up Han Yuvri and his sister. Naturally, he was unwilling to follow his sister into the study. "Okay. Sister, you can go in. I have something to do outside. "

His so-called something to do was to beat up Han Yuvri and Han Qiao.

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Youyou entered the study. However, in the study room, other than Old Man Han, there was another man standing motionlessly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He turned around and looked at her sadly.

It was actually Tang Beiyue?!

Youyou's face was full of shock. She stood still and did not move. Tang Beiyue also looked at her without blinking. Finally, he opened his mouth first, "Youyou!"

"Youyou. . . Old Man Han said," Your fiancé came to pick you up. . . "

"Grandfather. . . He is not my fiancé. . . "

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