Chapter 1074: Tang Yufen came to the door
Tang Yufen hurriedly saw Ye Yuanhao's body, her mood was even more sad, Ye Yuanhao's mother fainted again, Tang Yufen endured her grief and asked Ye Yuanxiu and her second son to deal with Ye Yuanhao's funeral, she and Yu Wenfeng went to meet in the teahouse near the hospital.
"Yuwen Gongzi, who harmed my Yuan Hao?" Tang Yufen got straight to the point.
She has been crisscrossing the shopping mall for decades, and naturally saw Yuwenfeng's thoughts, and promised: "Yuwen Gongzi is Yuan Hao's good brother, although Yuan Hao is gone, but the cooperation between the two of us is there, Yuwen Gongzi can rest assured." ”
"With the old lady's assurance, I can rest assured."
Yuwenfeng's goal was achieved, and he no longer hung it, and told him what he had just discovered, Tang Yufen gritted her teeth and asked hatefully, "Do you know who it is?" ”
She knew that Ye Yuanhao's death was suspicious, damn it, she must avenge her grandson!
"I don't know, it depends on what enemies Brother Yuan Hao has made in Pingjiang, no grievances and no revenge will definitely not harm Brother Yuan Hao, it should be a deep hatred, or is it a grudge of the previous generation?" Yu Wenfeng almost didn't say anything about Ye Qingqing.
Of course Tang Yufen was not stupid, she immediately thought of Sheng Xinlan.
Ye Qing is young and young, Tang Yufen has never taken her seriously, and the only thing she is afraid of is Sheng Xinlan.
"I know who it is, thank you Yuwen Gongzi."
Tang Yufen didn't stay long, and hurriedly left the teahouse, biting her lip with blood.
Sheng Xinlan, the old poisonous woman, killed her grandson, and also caused her granddaughter to become a street rat, she wrote down this account!
Yu Wenfeng settled the account on Ye Qingqing's head for Tang Yufen, and left the teahouse happily, waiting to see the battle between Tang Yufen and Ye Qingqing, he sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight.
After Ye Yuanhao's body was claimed, it was quickly cremated, and the third son of the Ye family, who was originally in his prime, quickly turned into a blank of ash in the raging fire.
Everyone's mood was heavy, including Ye Yuanxiu, who was not dealing with Ye Yuanhao.
For some reason, Ye Yuanxiu actually had the sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox, and he even had a faint premonition, as if he would become the next Ye Yuanhao.
But he quickly spurned himself, how could he have such a ridiculous idea, he was not Ye Yuanhao's idiot, how could he die?
He will definitely show his strength in Pingjiang, spread the Ye family's career ambitions, become the sixth brother, and now the fifth brother, becoming the most promising one.
Ye Yuanhao's parents were too sad, and they returned to HK on the same day with Ye Yuanhao's ashes, while Tang Yufen and Ye Xunmei stayed, each with their own thoughts.
And this day is also the date when Sang Huaiyuan and Lu Mo come back, Ye Qingqing and Ye Mingcheng's family rushed to Sang Mansion to pick up the wind and wash the dust for Lu Mo and them, Sang Huaiyuan still stayed in the government to report to work, and it will take a while to come back, everyone is jubilant.
Seeing Lu Mo, who had been separated for nearly a month, Ye Qingqing wanted to pounce on and kiss a few times, but unfortunately there were too many people, so she had to be reserved.
After a while, when there is no one, she kisses again.
Lu Mo saw Ye Qingqing's round chin again, and couldn't help laughing, it seems that this girl is doing well, at least her nutrition is comprehensive enough, or her father is more attentive and takes care of this girl very well.
"When Huaiyuan comes back, he will go to Baiyeju to eat, and Xiaotang said that he will cook himself in the evening." The old lady said with a smile, with several wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Everyone was immersed in joy, but the doorbell rang, Xiao Li ran out, and soon came back, asking for instructions: "There is an old lady named Tang Yufen outside, who said that she wanted to visit the old lady." ”
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