Ye Weilan stared at Qi Ye's side face, under the orange-yellow light, his delicate and superb face exuded a jade clear light, and the wind was scorching.

Ye Weilan blinked, what Qi Ye said next, she didn't hear anything, she looked at the beauty's face and was distracted, and after a while, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Qi Ye put down the book, half-tilted his head to look at the quiet sleeping face of his little wife, and a smile was pulled up at the corner of his lips.

Will he be sad because of Ye Hui's partiality?

It's impossible.

He has not had a father since he was born, and in Qi Ye's memory, his father is an existence that he must kill, and his family love can't stop his determination to let him die!

What has never been gained, there is no such thing as being lost.

Therefore, Ye Hui will never be able to use the blood relationship between father and son to hurt him.

Qi Ye smiled, and gently dropped a kiss on the forehead of his little wife, love is like a feather, in this world, she is the only one who can hurt him emotionally.

He casually turned off the light, took the person into his arms, and closed his eyes.

……

Zhao Tan returned to his room, worked hard for several days and nights, and handled his daughter's funeral, and had to wear filial piety for his mother, this former glamorous wealthy lady, at the moment her face was bleak, and her temples were already dyed white.

Coupled with tonight's incident, although the old man has not yet made a final decision, she also knows that Ye Weilan's slippery black cauldron, she has made up her mind!

She can only regret the pain, and curse viciously in the bottom of her heart countless times.

Why is Ye Weilan so lucky, he fell so much, and he didn't lose that piece of meat! I didn't fall to my death!

Zhao Tan sat on the edge of the bed, the muscles on his face twitched, and his expression was cruelly distorted.

There was a "bump" sound at the door, Zhao Tan was startled, and his eyes shot fiercely: "Who is where?!" ”

As she spoke, she stood up and walked to the door, opened the door menacingly, and saw her youngest son Ye Ming fall to the ground with a frightened look in her eyes.

"Ming'er." Zhao Tan's face changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to help him.

Ye Ming suddenly screamed, waved her hand away, and crawled back, crying and shouting: "Devil, don't come here!" Don't go over!! ”

"Ming'er!" Zhao Tan lost two children one after another, Yelin has been in Mexico again, and she now has only her youngest son by her side.

She wanted to walk over and tell him not to be afraid, that his mother needed his comfort.

But Ye Ming regarded her as a flood beast, or even other more terrifying things, crying very badly, staring at her with resentment and fear.

He wept and fussed, and soon alarmed the rest of the garden.

The subordinates ran out one after another to take a look, and lowered their heads again.

The little master's paranoia has been committed again!

I don't know what's going on with this disease, but I have to have a flare up from time to time.

And there's no pattern at all.

Ye Hui soon ran out, and when she saw that Zhao Tan was pulling with Ye Ming, she wanted to catch him, but Ye Ming resisted to death, grabbing and biting, screaming like a screaming beast.

"Ming'er!" Ye Hui was startled and walked over quickly.

As soon as Ye Ming saw him approaching, his expression became even more frightened, and he tried his best to escape from Zhao Tan's hand and ran out desperately.

"Ming'er!" Zhao Tan and his wife were in a hurry, afraid that he would run too far, so they didn't dare to chase after him, but hurriedly ordered their subordinates to follow.

Waiting for everyone to run after the little master, Zhao Tan leaned against the wall and stroked her forehead, she didn't believe in fate, but Ye Ming's reaction made her think of the sentence "self-inflicted, can't live".