The envelope was thrown on the ground, the mouth was not sealed, and a corner of the letter paper was exposed, and the words written in light blue ink could be faintly seen.

The handwriting is beautiful and neat, and it looks like a woman's handwriting.

Ye Qingqing squatted down to pick up the envelope, Zhu Zi glanced at it casually, and saw the pale green stationery, and there was a small flower in the corner of the letter, and his complexion changed greatly.

"Where did this letter come from?" Zhu Zi asked.

Ye Qingqing picked up the envelope and stuffed it back into her bag, "The letter is mine, what are you doing with so much nossy?" ”

Ning Xue asked her to give it to Zhu Zi after three days, although Ye Qingqing didn't understand why she wanted to wait three days, but she promised Ning Xue that she would naturally do it.

Zhu Zi frowned, he didn't believe Ye Qingqing's words, he wanted to look more carefully, but Ye Qingqing had already put the letter back in his bag.

"Are you sure it's your own letter?" Zhu Zi asked again.

"It's not a banknote, why should I lie to you, let's go!"

Ye Qingqing deliberately pretended to be impatient and was about to leave, she was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would be asked by Zhu Zi.

"By the way, your mother asked you to take Tiantian abroad for treatment, and she said that there is a new drug abroad that is very effective in treating leukemia." Ye Qingqing said.

"The bank card password is Tiantian's birthday, and there is 1 million in it, which is the medical expenses prepared by your mother for Tiantian."

Zhu Zi's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

Ye Qingqing's awkwardness was very disdainful, and he couldn't help but say: "Your mother secretly went to match Tiantian with bone marrow, but her bone marrow didn't match, so she wanted you to take Tiantian abroad for treatment." ”

Zhu Zi raised her eyes in surprise, "She went to match the bone marrow?" ”

"Yes, just a few days ago, I saw with my own eyes the bone marrow that she went to match."

Ye Qingqing didn't say anything about the medical expenses, she was afraid that Zhu Zi, an awkward guy, would not let her sister use Ning Xue's money because she hated Ning Xue.

"Actually, I think you should sit down with your mother and have a good talk, maybe there is something hidden in the past!"

Ye Qingqing persuaded that she really felt that Ning Xue must have a hard time, she obviously loved her children so much, and she may have been forced to leave back then!

"You don't have to worry about my business, I haven't even wiped my own ass!"

What Zhu Zi likes to listen to the most is persuasion, how can others understand the pain he and his sister have suffered?

Those who have not experienced his and his sister's life are not qualified to persuade him and his sister to forgive that woman at all!

Ye Qingqing's chest began to hurt again, and talking to this poisonous tongue man, she would definitely have a few years of short life.

"Whatever you like, it's not my mother, it's my business!"

Ye Qingqing came to the fire, said angrily, turned around and left.

Zhu Zi in the ward looked gloomy, sitting on a chair, looking at the bank card and the poison scripture in his hand in a daze.

Where did this woman get her poison scripture?

The Poison Sutra is divided into two volumes, the upper volume was originally in his hands, but the next volume does not know what to do, it is said that it was taken by an unscrupulous descendant of the year to exchange money to buy wine!

The Poison Sutra used by the hidden branch now is all manuscripts, and there are some omissions, which are not complete.

Now that the two Poison Sutras were originally in his hands, of course it was a good thing for Zhu Zi, who was addicted to drugs, but for some reason, his heart was heavy, as if something was about to happen.

Zhu Zi thought about many possibilities, but she didn't think about Ning Xue.

Three days later, Yuwen came to the door in a hurry.

"You asked Aunt Xue to poison my father? And stole the Poison Sutra? ”