On the roof.

The howling wind lifted up long hair, and the cut cheeks hurt. Ye Weilan looked at Xiaoxue next to her and gently coaxed her crying little daughter: "Baby is not afraid, mommy is here..."

Xiaoxue tied a rope around her waist, and her small body swung around in the air. Seeing Ye Weilan was frightened. Her face was very pale. Listening to her little daughter's fearful call to mommy, her heart was like a knife cut.

A cold flashed through Ye Weilan's eyes and said softly: "Baby, don't cry, mommy is here, daddy is here, he will come to save Xiaoxue soon..."

My mother's comforting effect, Xiaoxue's crying weakened, her big eyes filled with horror: "Mommy..."

"Be good at Xiaoxue, don't look down, just look at Mommy," Ye Weilan smiled softly: "Would you please sing mommy to you?"

The little girl was obedient and determined not to look down: "Mommy sings..."

"Okay, Mommy sings for you..."

Ye Weilan looked at the little life that was close to you but could not touch. Her little daughter had suffered too many disasters along the way. She was only three years old and should have been the sweet little princess...

She felt sad in her heart, and slowly opened her lips to her daughter's big eyes that were eager and fearful, and a soft and pure singing voice floated out.

The mysterious melody tone seems to come from the depths of heaven, with the ultimate tranquility and warmth soothe all greed, anger and ignorance in the world.

The Soul-Suppressing Song that I once thought I could never sing...

Ye Weilan saw her daughter's big eyes as clear as the spring water.

Finally I understood why Perlangodo smiled so comfortably when she couldn't learn Soul-Suppressing Song...

Xiaoxue slowly closed her eyes in the melodious song and soon fell asleep.

Ye Weilan looked at her peaceful face, her eyes gradually calmed down and became cold. She lowered her head, and there was a hundred-meter abyss under her feet. If she fell down, she would definitely die.

She can die, but Xiaoxue will definitely survive.

Qi Ye...

There was a man standing on the roof, describing his embarrassment and his identity was surprising.

Li Xing!

A person who should have died, no need to guess, must be the chess piece that the man threw down.

Li Xing was also staring at her, his eyes full of hatred. He was in a mess and never saw the romantic and elegant young master of the Li family again. He took out her cell phone and dialed Qi Ye's phone number.

Below the building.

Qi Ye connected his cell phone.

A strange man's voice came from the phone: "There is only one condition for letting go of your wife and daughter, you will die!"

Qi Ye is L's roadblock. He has grown to the point where he has to be afraid of even L. If he lets go, there will be endless troubles.

A black flame ignited in Qi Ye's starry eyes, and his thin lips raised a cold curve: "Then you'd better kill them first."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

On the roof.

Li Xing looked at the hung-up phone, his face turned pale. He looked at Ye Weilan with mocking words: "The man you like is nothing more than that."

Ye Weilan didn't even glance at him. She looked pale and could not tell what she was thinking with her eyes closed.

Li Xing became irritable. Ye Weilan's husband loved her to the core?
Chapter completed!