Artificial, artificial, artificial......

Ye Jinghan was stunned.

There was a hint of helplessness and panic in her beautiful eyes.

She raised her head, looked at the old man in front of her in a daze, stared at the solemnity in his eyes, curled her fingers, clutched the sheet tightly, and trembled slightly.

Helpless and thin!

"No, it can't be!"

She also had doubts, but her mother's physical condition was not very good, and the doctor also said that it was not very likely that she would survive. Moreover-

Besides, no matter how impatient Ye Tengda is, no matter how impatient he wants to take Xiao San into the door, it is impossible to do anything to his mother! After all, that man loves face better than a qiē. He won't gamble on his future for the sake of just one Liu Mengru......

Ye Jinghan, who was in a state of confusion, raised his hand tremblingly.

She held her head, lowered her body, curled up, and ordered herself to calm down.

And at this moment, the old man's voice came again-

"Child, I'm your grandfather, Bo Feiyang."

The old man stretched out his hand towards Ye Jinghan, as if he wanted to comfort her, but in the end he withdrew his hand, turned his back to her, and stood with his hands in his hands: "Eighteen years ago, your mother Bo Qingqing fell in love with Ye Tengda's bastard. Because of the family relationship, I didn't agree, but the world has not been able to resist the child's parents, and in the end, Qingqing abandoned the glory of the Bo family, and eloped without hesitation......"

"At that time, I also breathed a sigh of relief with Qingqing, since she left the Bo family, then I have the right to not have this daughter. But I didn't expect that that goodbye would be a lifetime! ”

The old man endured, stretched out his hand and pressed the corners of his eyes, and sighed: "I regret it!" I regret not attending her funeral and not being able to put a bouquet of hydrangeas next to her, her favorite hydrangeas. ”

"Hydrangeas?"

With a tremor in his heart, Ye Jinghan suddenly sounded, every year when he went to sweep his mother's grave, there was a bouquet of hydrangeas in front of the tombstone!

Don't......

"Could it be that every year on Mother's Death Day, the person who goes to see her - is it?"

"It's to see her, and it's to see you. Take a look at you for her, how are you doing......" Speaking of this, the old man suddenly choked, his background stiffened slightly, and his lips trembled: "Hate, hate that I haven't investigated your life in depth, all these years ......"

"Outside...... Grandfather. ”

With a sour heart, Ye Jinghan seemed to understand the old man's choking, and kindly interrupted the old man's self-blame.

Seriously, Ye Tengda's face is good, not for a day or two. No matter how much he doesn't treat her as a daughter, he won't miss her for food and clothing. At least, in the eyes of outsiders, she is still the Miss Ye family with a halo.

Looking at the back of the old man's slightly vicissitudes of life, Ye Jinghan had the best psychological preparation, grabbed in front of the old man, and opened his mouth.

"Why do you say that my mother's death...... Is it artificial? ”

"It's this!"

After hesitating for a few seconds, the old man turned around and handed her the voice recorder he was holding tightly with a heavy face.

"A week ago, someone anonymously sent this recorder, the contents of which you can listen to for yourself!"

Looking at the voice recorder in your hand.

Ye Jinghan looked up at the old man again, took a deep breath, and pressed the switch-

The recording is no more than five minutes.

But Ye Jinghan felt as if he had spent a century so long!

Fingertips tremble.

It was as if she had fallen into ice water, and her whole body was cold, except for a stream of heat, gushing out of her eye sockets and wetting her cheeks.

"Hanhan," looking at the face that looked like a daughter, the old man leaned down, silently hugged her, and gently patted her back.

At this time, Ye Jinghan clenched his fists, and a touch of determination flashed in his bright eyes!

suppressed a slightly trembling voice and murmured: "I swear, I, Ye Jinghan, must be that slut - blood debt and blood repayment!" ”