Ye Qingqing went in with one ear and out with the other, too lazy to listen to the old lady's nagging, she looked at the time, three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Grandma, I'll go see Ye Lan and see if she's lazy." Ye Qingqing said.

"The little prostitute dares to be lazy, the old lady can't beat her!" The old lady widened her triangular eyes, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was really necessary to take a look, this was the last chance given by the proprietress, and she couldn't let the little prostitute stir up the yellow.

"I'm going to see it too!"

The old lady took off her apron and decided to go out herself, and brought with her a whip tied with thin bamboo strips, which she had stolen from the bamboo grove in the park and made it with great care.

It is dedicated to teaching Ye Lan's sisters and brothers.

Ye Hua was washing clothes in the yard hard, there were many people in the family, from morning to night, it was only three days, Ye Hua couldn't stand it, but he didn't dare to resist, otherwise the old lady would definitely beat him to death.

He squinted at the old lady and Ye Qingqing, his mother comforted him last night, saying that soon the old woman would return to the countryside, and he was about to be relieved.

When the dead old woman returns to the countryside, he will definitely ask his father to teach Ye Qingqing a good lesson, this stinky woman beat him with twenty whips, and the wound on his back has just scarred!

"Wash well, if you don't wash clean, you are not allowed to eat at night!"

When passing by Ye Hua, the old lady whipped her hand, and it didn't take much strength, but Ye Hua's bare arm still left a fine mark.

Thin bamboo sticks are like this, they don't hurt, but they can make people's hearts ache.

Ye Hua hurriedly lowered his head, his eyes shot with hatred, and he gritted his teeth desperately.

Ye Qingqing didn't dare to let Ye Tong stay at home alone with Ye Hua, so she took Ye Tong with her, the old lady walked fast, I really don't know where she got such good energy, I have never seen the old lady in high spirits.

However, Ye Lan is not in the factory.

"Someone was looking for her just now and went out." Zhao Di said.

Xu Yuetuan next to him sneered, raised his voice and shouted, "It's a young offspring, I think it's Ye Lan's object, your Ye family is about to have a happy event!" ”

The others burst into laughter, all with a mocking look.

The old lady's face suddenly darkened, the little prostitute didn't work hard, and ran to have a private meeting with the man, and sure enough, it was the little prostitute born by the widow, who was from head to foot!

As soon as Ye Qingqing heard it, he knew that it must have been Lu Qingquan who had come over, and it was really true love!

Now Ye Lan is only afraid of lying in Lu Qingquan's arms and crying about the abuse she has been subjected to these times, right?

The old lady is the murderer, she is the accomplice, and you can know what this slut will say with the back of her head.

"Grandma, there is a small alley behind the factory, Ye Lan must have a private meeting with men there!" Ye Qingqing whispered.

The old lady's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, her triangular eyes shone out the light of yin diagnosis, she turned around and left, and staggered to the small alley behind the factory, Ye Qingqing led Ye Tong to follow quickly.

I'm going to see a good show right now!

In the small alley behind the leather shoe factory, it was very quiet, only Ye Lan and Lu Qingquan snuggled tightly and complained to each other.

Lu Qingquan looked at Ye Lan with pity, like a flower that had lost its rain, and he felt distressed, and Ye Lan's originally delicate hands were now covered with scars and paints, which were more vicissitudes than his mother's hands.

Even the cracks between his fingernails were black, and Lu Qingquan was distressed and diaphragm.

"Brother Qingquan, if you come a few days late, you won't be able to see me, I've been holding on, just to see you for the last time......"

Ye Lan cried profusely, fortunately, although her face and hands were broken, her voice was still delicate, and Lu Qingquan's heart was twisted when she heard it, and her face was full of regret.