Ye Weilan put the phone aside and slowly started drinking the soup.

"Qi Ye, have you listened to me?!"

Ye Weilan was still hungry after drinking a bowl of soup, so she slowly went downstairs, took out a bag of shrimp dumplings from the refrigerator, thought about it, took another bag, and put it in the pot to cook.

When she put the dumplings in a bowl, nearly ten minutes had passed.

The person on the phone went from majesty at the beginning to frustration later.

"Qi Ye, if you really dare to do anything to Mingzhu, I will definitely kill you!"

Ye Weilan picked up his phone and said, "Uncle, intimidation is illegal, 11o calls you to go."

Then, hung up the phone.

A burst of laughter suddenly came from behind, and Qi Ye leaned against the door, laughing so hard that he could hardly straighten his waist.

Why did he marry such a living wife?

The old man in Ye's family was still angry.

Miss Ye looked at him with a big eye.

Qi Ye walked across from her and sat down.

She asked: "You are very familiar with the Ye family? Do you still have a grudge?"

Qi Ye nodded.

"Are you cousins ​​with Ye Bing?"

Qi Ye didn't nod or shook his head.

Ye Weilan held his face with both hands, stared at him for three minutes, then shook his head, and almost said to himself: "Impossible..."

Qi Ye smiled secretly in his heart.

The young couple eat dumplings face to face.

Qi Ye put all the mushrooms into Ye Weilan's bowl.

"How do you plan to deal with Ye Mingzhu?"

Qi Ye asked back: "Lan hopes I can deal with her?"

Ye Weilan stared at a dumpling for a while: "I want her to die."

Qi Ye's eyes flashed, and he looked at Ye Weilan's face. Under the orange light, her clear eyes were like a pool of quiet tan, staring at a point in the void, as if she was recalling something.

"They snatched Ye Bing's things, killed his mother, killed him, and wanted to live so brightly, why?" she sneered.

Qi Ye raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "Lan, you are angry about Ye Bing, why don't you be angry about me?"

Ye Weilan was stunned. She blinked and suddenly raised her hand to gently touch his face: "Qi Yeyou, it won't hurt."

Qi Ye: “…”

She approached him, hugged his neck and rubbed it: "You are a man, and you are so powerful, don't bother with your children."

Qi Ye hugged her in an instant: "Men are also humans..."

"But Qi Ye is still alive, but Ye Bing is dead," she gently stroked his face with her simple white fingertips: "If you live, you can have a future. If you die, you will have nothing."

She was stubborn and unwilling to forget Ye Bing. The world was too cold and weak. If even she forgot him, the child's life would be really sad.

Why are you so mean...

Qi Ye was in a complicated mood: "Who did Lan learn the soul-catching technique?"

Ye Weilan lay in Qi Ye's arms and paused: "When I was a child, I had autism for a while. My mother took me to see a lot of psychologists and accidentally met someone."

"who?"

"Dover Perlangodo."

Qi Ye was really surprised. This person is well-known in human history.

He is known as the smartest madman in the world and the top existence in the field of psychology. He has been on the altar for decades and has never surpassed anyone.

Once, just through sound, a thousand people died.

"Is Lan his disciple?"
Chapter completed!