Divorce and flash marriage, CEO ex-husband regrets heartbreak

"Lu Mian, push me out." Di Guanwei ordered Lu Mian with his side face, his old face a little cold, as majestic as when he was angry in the past.

Lu Mian's heart sank. After thinking for a moment, he risked being yelled at and said, "Master, you'd better not go out."

Really, he scared the little girl so much that she dropped her snowball tongs in the house, what else could he do? Go out and scold her?

Now that the young master and his group have so many people and so much power, isn't he afraid of being surrounded and beaten?

"My words are useless?" Di Guanwei became angry when he saw that he didn't reach out to push him.

His health was already very poor and he couldn't walk for too long, so Lu Mian just found him a wheelchair. But before he could even get comfortable in the wheelchair, he was already thinking about scolding the young lady.

Really, Lu Mian now regrets bringing him downstairs. If he had known earlier, he would have let him lie down on the second floor to see how he would scold others.

Seeing his chest heaving, Lu Mian didn't dare to anger him anymore. He pushed the wheelchair and said, "Master, don't be angry. I'll push you out."

"But sir, it's rare for the young lady to have fun, so please don't scold her for a while. Besides, those people don't seem easy to mess with, especially the young lady's grandmother. Her temper is like a cannonball and she will explode at any moment. You'd better be careful, otherwise I will worry..."

"What are you worried about? In K's territory, do they have the guts to touch me?" Di Guanwei said coldly.

Lu Mian's facial muscles trembled, and he gritted his teeth. "I don't necessarily want to touch you, but I'm afraid you can't handle a woman's power when she gets aggressive."

"Hmph." Di Guanwei sneered and said nothing.

Lu Mian only felt his scalp tingling and his heart constricting.

Forget it, if the master doesn’t want to live, no one can save him.

"Mo Lan." A majestic voice broke the stalemate among the group of people in the snow pile.

Hearing his voice, the impulsive Gu Yulan immediately wanted to go up to him to argue, but was stopped by Yin Hong.

"What are you holding me for? Let go, you old bastard. Today I must..."

"Don't be impulsive, otherwise it will be Tiantian who will get hurt." Yin Hong frowned.

There was nothing I could do looking at my wife who was so flexible.

Upon hearing Tiantian's words, Gu Yulan instantly wilted, and even Lou Jiao, who was rolling up her sleeves beside her, stopped.

They could ignore the old man's life or death, but they couldn't ignore Tiantian.

The little girl is sensitive by nature. Yin Hong is right. The only one who will not be hurt is Tiantian.

But damn it, they really felt sorry for that girl. Look at how scared Tiantian was by that old guy. Just one glance at him and even the spirit in her eyes disappeared.

The smile that was hard-earned was like a flash in the pan. If they hadn't just seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought it was a dream.

"Grandpa, it's cold outside, you shouldn't have come out." Mo Lan walked in front of Di Guanwei and regained his well-behaved and sensible appearance, but his eyes were a little empty.

Lu Mian's nose felt sore. The young lady was obviously having a lot of fun just now, but now...

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, Mo Lan doesn't want to play anymore. Mo Lan will push you in, okay?"

The little girl looked at Di Guanwei seriously, her flickering eyelashes revealing her nervousness and panic.

Lu Mian was so distressed and angry that he almost wanted to overturn Di Guanwei's wheelchair.

"Mo Lan." Di Guanwei called her name in a deep voice, his pair of intimidating black eyes shone with an intimidating light.

Seeing this, Mo Lan slowly lowered his head, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, with his thin shoulders drooping.

Great grandfather was angry.

In the distance, Yin Junye narrowed his eyes and watched him glare at his daughter, his two big hands clenched tightly. He shouldn't have felt any pity for this old beast.

He should have been exposed by those reporters in the hospital, and should have been left to fend for himself...

"Can Grandpa play snowballs with you?"

A sound neither loud nor soft fell into everyone's ears, and everyone's pupils trembled.

Mo Lan, who was closest to Di Guanwei, looked at the dignified old man in front of him with eyes full of disbelief, and his childish voice trembled a little, "Grandpa, what did you just say?"