After picking up his sister, Brother Jin gave her his life

Chapter 245: Sick Ming Yechen

At this moment, Jiang Shiyu strode out of the bathroom. As soon as his eyes touched Ming Yechen, he instantly saw that extremely disgusting face.

Jiang Shiyu never gave Ming Yechen the slightest bit of face. He cursed Ming Yechen without hesitation: "Who the hell is your eldest brother? Get out of here, illegitimate child."

Jiang Shiyu's words were filled with blazing anger and undisguised disdain. He straightened his spine, like a solid fortress, declaring to Ming Yechen his firm support for Ming Nanjin.

Ming Yechen showed no surprise when he saw Jiang Shiyu and Jiang Shiwen. However, when he heard Jiang Shiyu address him, his face darkened instantly, like a sky covered with dark clouds.

"Second Master Jiang, it seems that you are still so useless."

Ming Yechen knew the situation of the two brothers of the Jiang family very well. His words were like a fuse, instantly igniting Jiang Shiyu's anger to the extreme.

"Fuck you, tell me again!"

Jiang Shiyu was already filled with rage because of the provocation from his little follower and Yan Zeyu, and now he could vent his anger on Ming Yechen.

His eyes were wide open and his face turned red, as if he would explode at any moment.

Ming Yechen looked at Jiang Shiyu's furious expression, and the smile on his face could not be hidden. "I was just talking casually, why is Second Young Master Jiang so excited?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, as if he was enjoying a wonderful performance.

Jiang Shiyu looked at Ming Yechen's disgusting face and became so angry that his face turned red like a ripe apple.

"Shigure, calm down."

Jiang Shiwen, who had been staring at Ming Yechen, was naturally very upset when he saw Ming Yechen provoking his brother. But he knew very well that they must not conflict with Ming Yechen now.

"Ming Yechen, even if my brother is idle every day, his identity is all legitimate. Unlike someone, his origin is so shameful, and he has the nerve to criticize others here. I don't know what kind of face he has to be so thick."

Jiang Shiwen looked at Ming Yechen with cold eyes, not showing any good face to Ming Yechen at all. For Jiang Shiwen, Ming Yechen was nothing to be afraid of.

The Jiang family will always be his solid backing, and he will stand firmly behind Ming Nanjin.

Ming Nanjin looked at Ming Yechen coldly. There was not a trace of tenderness from an elder brother towards his younger brother in his eyes, not even any dislike. There was only endless hatred surging in his eyes.

"Master Jiang, after all these years, it turns out you still like being my big brother's little brother."

What Ming Yechen said was particularly harsh, and Jiang Shiyu almost wanted to take action. Fortunately, Jiang Shiwen stopped him in time.

"Shi Yu, why are you fussing over a bastard? A child born by a bitch who likes to sleep with other people can't be a good thing. If you fuss over him, isn't that just fussing over a dog?"

Jiang Shiwen was also a man with a sharp tongue. He spoke of Ming Yechen's background in a light tone.

He did not say this to Ming Yechen, but to the younger brother beside Ming Yechen, intending to make him recognize Ming Yechen's true face.

When Ming Yechen heard Jiang Shiwen's words, his expression instantly turned extremely ugly. His face seemed to be covered by a layer of frost, so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

Of course he knew what Jiang Shiwen meant. Jiang Shiwen was deliberately exposing his scars and embarrassing him in front of everyone.

Ming Yechen clenched his teeth tightly, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and the anger in his heart was burning.

The shocked little follower standing by slowly came back to his senses. The amount of information just now was too much for him to process for a while.

His mind kept recalling the conversation between Ming Yechen and the Jiang brothers, and his heart was filled with astonishment and confusion.

He never thought that Ming Yechen actually had such an unknown background. The little follower stood there blankly, his eyes full of confusion.

Ming Yechen looked at his little follower who was still standing there in a daze, and the anger in his heart was even more difficult to contain.

He said in a bad tone: "What are you still standing there for? Haven't you been beaten enough?"

His voice was cold and harsh, like a sharp blade, piercing the little follower's eardrums.

The little follower was frightened by Ming Yechen's roar, and quickly came to his senses and quickly came to Ming Yechen's side.

He lowered his head, not daring to look into Ming Yechen's eyes, his heart filled with fear and anxiety.

Ming Yechen looked at the little follower's timid appearance, and his anger grew even stronger. He opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly: "Waste!"

The sound exploded in the air like thunder, causing the little follower's body to tremble involuntarily.

Then, Ming Yechen slowly turned his head and looked at Ming Nanjin next to him. With a hypocritical expression on his face, he said softly to Ming Nanjin: "Brother, come home when you have time. Dad is very worried about you."

His words seemed to be concerned, but in fact they concealed endless hypocrisy. Ming Yechen's eyes flashed with complex lights, making it difficult to understand his true intentions.

Ming Nanjin didn't say anything, but just stared at Ming Yechen in front of him. His eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire, wanting to tear Ming Yechen into pieces.

The strong hatred was like a raging wave, constantly surging in his eyes. Ming Nanjin's face was terribly gloomy, like the sky before a storm.

Ming Yechen was not surprised by Ming Nanjin's hatred, but smiled faintly. There was a hint of weirdness in his smile, as if he was appreciating Ming Nanjin's anger.

For Ming Yechen, the more Ming Nanjin hated him, the happier he was. This abnormal psychology had reached a pathological level, causing him to sink deeper and deeper into the vortex of hatred.

He enjoyed Ming Nanjin's hatred towards him, as if it was a kind of affirmation of him.

His heart was filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction, as if only in this way could he feel the value of his existence.

Jiang Shiyu looked at Ming Yechen's perverted smile, and disgust instantly surged in his heart. He glared at Ming Yechen fiercely, his eyes full of anger and disdain.

Then, Jiang Shiyu forcefully spat at Ming Yechen: "Bah, fuck you! Your house is disgusting just by walking into it!"

Jiang Shiyu's voice was loud and firm, as if declaring his disgust to Ming Yechen.

Ming Yechen looked at the saliva hanging on his body, and his face instantly became extremely ugly. His eyes gradually turned red, as if burning with two blazing flames.

The angry look in his eyes was like that of a demon, making people shudder. His face was twisted, full of hideousness and terror.

Ming Yechen clenched his teeth tightly, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, as if he would explode at any time. He exuded a strong sense of hostility, making people feel as if they were in hell.