The two men who were so fierce, one looked panic, the other seemed nervous, but their eyes were full of pleasure, and then they all fell on the little child.

The woman frowned, and a gloomy cruelty flashed across her eyes: "Hui, he saw it!"

Ye Hui's face was pale. Even if he was a careless person, he would not be able to feel at ease if he killed his first wife, especially the woman had not died yet. She was lying in the camellia garden, her white skirt was full of dazzling blood, and she looked at her beloved son with sad eyes...

Zhao Tan's eyes were vicious. She snatched the knife that was still dripping from Ye Hui's hand and rushed towards Ye Bing, who was just three years old at the time.

Ye Hui didn't say a word. He knew that once today's incident was spread, he and Zhao Tan would die without a burial place. He didn't want to die, so he could only die of the mother and son!

Zhao Tan's knife did not pierce Xiao Yebing in the end, because at that time, hurried footsteps sounded on the road outside, and the two of them were shocked and had to leave.

Xiao Yebing was left alone, staring at his mother with uneasy eyes. He didn't understand what death was, but he had a premonition that something bad happened. He covered the wound on his mother's body, and his tender voice shouted "Mom..."

"Leave here... never come back..." The gentle eyes were worried and reluctant, she stared at her beloved son quietly, and a tear slid across the corner of her eyes.

Sorry, it made you sad.

Sorry, mom is going to die.

Sorry, leave you alone in this world.

"My...child..." The raised arms fell softly, and the sky was dark since then.

...

Ye Weilan covered her lips, tears rolled down her eyes, and her eyes were extremely sad: "Didn't you tell your grandpa about this matter..."

Qi Ye took a transparent teardrop with his slender fingers: "It's useless."

Ye Hui was the biological son of the old man of the Ye family. In addition, he was still young at that time and had no ability. The more likely result was that the old man of the Ye family ruined his life in order to protect his son.

So he could only hide this scene in his heart, try his best to survive, become stronger, and then pay for his blood debts!

Ye Weilan had an angina pectoris. When she first saw Qi Ye, the child's eyes were empty and tumultuous, but with a sense of tenacity to survive no matter what. He could not die. He wanted to seek justice for her mother and cut the scum into pieces!

"Qi Ye..." She was so heartbroken that she couldn't speak, and could only call his name over and over again and kiss his cheek. Why is God so cruel? Such a beautiful person cannot survive, but the two scumbags are free and free for so many years!

Ye Weilan looked at Qi Yehei's eyes without a trace of light, and the darkness in his heart was also expanding infinitely, unforgivable!

She absolutely absolutely wants to make that bitch worse than death!

Qi Ye looked at Ye Weilan's face, and his mother's face gradually turned into front of him. He was as gentle, as beautiful, and as happy as he could make him feel. In this world, only they would really feel sorry for him, and he just wanted them to feel sorry for him.

"Lan." He rubbed her face intimately, and the two were like two little beasts healing each other, hoping to pass on each other's warmth to each other.
Chapter completed!