After the matter was properly handled, Mrs. He re-admonished her son. Now that it has been decided to inform him of this, it is to link life and death with good and bad fortune.

"Aren't you afraid that others will find a flaw in your actions and you won't be able to cover up your sins?" After He Rumo listened to her, he still asked suspiciously.

What the answer is, he wants to listen to her own words.

Before these words were scattered, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Mrs. He's eyes. The knife hidden in her pupils can kill people invisibly. He Rumo knew that his mother was no longer a person who could not tolerate any alarmism, so he was no longer eager to seek answers.

"Don't forget the poisonous oath that your mother made you make when she allowed you to enter, if you leak these things today, you should know what the consequences are!" Mrs. He's eyes were fierce, and she said threateningly.

That poisonous oath involved too much after all, and she didn't believe that her son could break it lightly.

He Rumo was unwilling, and after pondering for a while, he still asked a question that had been trapped in his heart for a long time. "Mother, why didn't you even tell my sister about this, my sister and I are not both the heirs of the old man?"

He Rumo's words seemed to anger Mrs. He's heartache, and she lay aside and sobbed to herself. Such a sudden change of situation really exceeded He Rumo's expectations, he didn't know why his mother was crying, and he also knew how to comfort him.

He stood aside, just quietly watching, waiting.

"Your sister, my Jin'er, I'm afraid I don't have such an opportunity to catch up with your father's sacrifice!" Mrs. He's teardrops stained her face, and her tone was sad and painful.

When He Rumo heard this, he still felt in a trance in his heart. He thought that either he was crazy or his mother was crazy.

What do you mean by that? What doesn't have a chance to arrive? Isn't my sister resting in Hefu, if she knows about it? How can you not cry for the old man and sacrifice a sacrifice? He Rumo said, and glanced at his mother with a little pity.

Mrs. He took out a lilac silk scarf from the bosom of her shirt and gently wiped the tears that flowed down her cheeks. She anchored for a moment, but still scolded He Rumo angrily.

"How can there be such a stupid and foolish person as you in this world! A cheap woman in the house, do you really think it's your well-behaved and docile best sister? He Rumo was unaware of this news, and the slightest sign of soberness did not exist. Same looks. How can two people with similar voices be different?

"Mother, you're probably crazy. How can our Jin'er be imitated by others, then the house is my sister, your daughter! He retorted, and in his tone he was not inferior to hers.

Mrs. He heard his remarks. Unable to calm down for a long time, she walked back and forth in the room. His face turned from white to blue, and his tongue became more chapped and pale. Her anger was obvious, but it still failed to shake He Rumo in the slightest.

The answer to his cognition. Few people are able to rephrase it. If there was not enough evidence in front of him, he would definitely not believe these falsehoods.

Mrs. He was a little tired from walking around, and suddenly she stopped pacing back and forth. Standing in front of He Rumo, he seemed to have something to say to him. "Like ink. If you believe in your mother, I will never talk nonsense about such things. Now this fanfare inhabits our mansion, the so-called princess, is really not your sister, our Jin'er. ”

If Fang Cai was so hysterical, He Rumo would never take it seriously, but his mother told him so calmly and soberly, and the so-called truth was even more difficult to judge.

He Rumo avoided her eyes and took a few more steps forward, he needed time to sort it out properly. Time passed minute by second, and at a certain hour, He Rumo finally escaped from the prison of his own captivity.

Although he was a little incredulous, he decided to meditate and listen to the words of the sober man in front of him. He set off again, walking towards the place where Mrs. He stood, the truth was false, and now was the time to make a clear judgment.

"Mother, why do you say that the person in the house is not our Jin'er?" He Rumo asked with a heart, what else can't he deal with calmly now? His father had died quietly, and what could he not bear?

Seeing that her son was a little more stable, Mrs. He lightly opened her thin lips and bit her lips and said, "When your father was ready to take the first step, Weiniang originally planned to go with him, but he didn't allow him to be like this, so he told your sister about your sister. "It is precisely for this kind of thing that my mother delusionally wants to live a few more days, and after I return to my original position, I will go to your father."

Mrs. He told He Rumo about these theories of life and death as if she were explaining the aftermath. She was a weak woman, and she shouldn't have been worried about these things. But the situation forced her to pale her face after all, and she wasted her years.

When He Rumo heard these words, he was a little clear, but he seemed confused. Although his heart did not want to believe this, he could not believe these true words. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and finally opened his lips and told his mother what he thought. "Since the old man said what he said before he died, then the son believed it, mother, don't worry, I won't agree with Jin'er about the old man's death, no, I won't tell the woman."

After He Rumo's words, Mrs. He's brows finally relaxed a lot, this son can do this, she is already very content.

The picture was silent for a moment, but there was still a layer of waves, and He Rumo asked softly about something.

Although it is not important, it can still make his heart palpitate.

"What does my mother mean is that Jin'er is now in the hands of that woman, and the boundary is precipitous?" He Rumo's brows rose slightly, and his face was full of worry and asked. Every time he thought of his sister, who he held in the palm of his hand and cared for him, he was poisoned by others, and a kind of unprovoked anger surged in his heart.

Mrs. He nodded, also with a gloomy look. When the old man told her about this, he was also in the same distress as him.

He Rumo got Mrs. He's reply, and directly swung his iron fist and hammered it to the side of the wall.

"I never thought that there would be such a femme fatale among women, and now, I really feel disgusted by the fact that I called her sister!" His violent feelings infected Mrs. He on the side, and seeing her son so angry, Mrs. He's heart was also very uncomfortable.

After all, she was a little older and more knowledgeable, and she could barely swallow these things. "Rumo, in fact, your recklessness today has blocked Wei Niang's original layout." Mrs. He put her hands on his shoulders and whispered. The moment He Rumo rolled his eyes, his eyes were still full of puzzlement.

said that he disturbed her original layout, what kind of deeds will such words lead to ups and downs?

He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't have the original truth-seeking. This qiē pain is all attracted by his own curiosity.

Now, he just wants to be an old man who sits and listens to the words of others. (To be continued.) )