Chapter 258 Skills are not as good as people, and they deserve to die!
The second lady of the Ye family died outside the eldest young master's garden!
Early one morning, this exciting news spread throughout the Ye family, Zhao Tan and Ye Hui, who had just gotten up, almost ran over, and when they saw Ye Mingyu's stiff corpse, Zhao Tan almost fainted on the spot.
Ye Hui's eyes were blood-red, and his angry roar spread far away: "Qi Ye!" ”
The periphery of the garden was full of people, Ye Weilan and Qi Ye walked out side by side, and when they saw a woman wearing a black cheongsam on the ground, Miss Ye suddenly realized: "It turned out to be Ye Mingyu." ”
Listening to her tone, it was as if she had just known that the dead person was Ye Mingyu.
Zhao Tan stared at her resentfully, in just a few months, she lost two daughters in a row, Ye Mingzhu's death, after all, she had never seen the corpse with her own eyes, so she didn't lose her mind, but Ye Mingyu was lying in front of her hard, the blood on her face showed her pain before she died, she roared angrily, a little hysterical: "Qi Ye, you hate me and your father, we all know it!" Why isn't your revenge directed against us? Mingyu and Mingzhu are both your sisters, you are so ruthless! ”
Ye Weilan sneered: "How do we know that it was her who shot outside last night?" Could it be that she is only allowed to do it to me and Qi Ye, and it is wrong for us to do it? If you can't kill someone, you will be killed, who is to blame? ”
Yes, if you can't kill someone, you will be killed, who can blame you?
The sniper rifle that fell in Ye Mingyu's hand is the best evidence.
The children of the Ye family are not mentally handicapped women, Ye Mingzhu and Ye Mingyu will shoot, Ye Mingyu's sniper rifle is still a birthday gift for her on her birthday a year ago, Ye Hui spent a lot of money to buy her birthday gifts, and this matter is obvious to the Ye family.
"You-" Rao is Zhao Tan is as clever as a snake, and she can't find a reason to refute this matter, she just stares at her with a pair of hateful eyes, like a demon crawling out of hell.
Ye Weilan smiled lightly: "Zhao Tan, it turns out that you also have a heart, you know that you are distressed, your children are human beings, and other people's mothers are not human beings, when you and Ye Hui killed Qi Ye's mother, you must not have thought that there would be today's pain of losing your daughter, right?" ”
"Shut up!" Ye Hui was furious, and when he saw the stunned eyes of the people around him, he panicked: "What nonsense are you talking about!" ”
Ye Weilan didn't even bother to give alms to this scumbag: "Isn't it, no one knows better than you," she tugged at Qi Ye's sleeve: "Qi Ye, I'm hungry, let's go back for breakfast." ”
Qi Ye, who had been admiring their painful expressions, raised the corners of her lips, hugged her wife and turned back to the garden, leaving only one sentence: "Skills are not as good as people, you deserve to die!" ”
Looking at the leisurely and leisurely backs of the two couples, Zhao Tan let out a roar, like a female beast that had been cornered: "Qi Ye, Ye Weilan, I swear to you!" ”
Sworn not to stand on the other?
Qi Ye sneered disdainfully, from the moment his mother died, they had long sworn to be separate.
Now it's just the beginning, and more painful things than this will follow, if you don't play these two people to death little by little, how can you be worthy of his forbearance for more than ten years?
Qi Ye's eyes were dark.
A soft hand held his hand, Qi Ye turned his head, and smiled at Shangye's beautiful face, full of tacit understanding.
……
Soon, the old man and the old lady of the Ye family came, such an obvious fact, there is almost no need to check, Ye Mingyu's justice is destined to not be recovered.
After Ye Mingyu died, the old lady of the Ye family was probably too sad, and she was also sick, lying on the bed in a huff, and she couldn't even preside over her granddaughter's funeral.
After all, it was the young lady who died, and the people who inquired came to the door one after another to offer condolences.