"Why can't it be you?" Such an answer is to tell Tang Qiao clearly. She didn't want to answer Tang Qiao's question, or the answer was too complicated for her to bother to say, or the answer was no longer necessary.

Anyway, Tang Qiao is already here, she just needs Tang Qiao to be a good listener.

So Tang Qiao no longer asked, but said as an equal of his peers, "Then what can I do for you?" ”

Mrs. Eight immediately felt the kindness from Tang Qiao, and she sat up, with a smile on her face, which was different from the previous mechanical smile, it was a real smile from the heart.

"Tang Qiao, do you know that you are very different?" Mrs. Eighth shook her head with some regret, "I was actually fascinated by Lin Wanxin's identity, and it took so long to find out." Am you stupid to think I'm stupid? ”

If she could have found out earlier and sided with Tang Qiao earlier, then it is very likely that she would not have ended up now. It's a pity, it's hard to buy money, and I know it early.

Tang Qiao thought about it very seriously before replying: "I think that people are sometimes delayed not by stupidity, but by cleverness. ”

Mrs. Eight was stunned again, she nodded in agreement, "Being smart is being mistaken by being smart, you are not bad at all." It's a pity that I have been mistaken, and there is no chance of correcting it. ”

"Why not?" Tang Qiao looked at Mrs. Eight and carefully organized her words, "I have always felt that you are not a ruthless person, this time you have murderous intentions against the old man, and you are also being used." What's more, if you attempt to kill someone, as long as you are willing to cooperate with the Ye family, the old man will let you go. ”

Tang Qiao wanted to say that as long as Mrs. Eight was willing to tell the ins and outs of the whole matter, the Ye family would plead with the judge, and the crime she committed would be a matter of several years in prison.

Mrs. Eight is still so young, and she is only in her thirties when she comes out of prison, so she can get rid of the night house and live the life she wants.

Isn't that bad?

An extremely brief smile appeared on Mrs. Eight's face, but soon, her smile froze: "Really? Do you still believe in the men of the night family so much? Isn't your sister Tang Shu's fate bad enough? ”

"She-" Tang Qiao almost forgot about this woman.

She, a "good sister", wants her life very much, and even her own son and daughter can use it, fundamentally speaking, it is much worse than Mrs. Eight.

"I know your sisters are at odds, but you can't blame Tang Shu entirely, right? Is your mother glorious? What can she, a young woman, want to marry a man so many years older than herself? ”

Mrs. Eight seemed to be laughing at Tang Qiao's mother, like her, who was committed to the old man for money, power or resources.

"I don't know." Tang Qiao replied honestly.

As a child, she really can't judge her parents' behavior. But she never felt that her mother was a bad person.

She said with understanding:

"But I know that there's no such thing as easy in the adult world. Once a person grows up, he will be surrounded by a lot of helplessness. There is nothing wrong with people choosing to protect themselves. Besides, no one says that women can't like men older than themselves, right? ”

"You're such a naïve cutie." Mrs. Eight smiled and shook her head. It seemed that she had been lying down for a long time, and she had a little backache, so she thumped her waist and stood up.

Then a person walked to the window, and when she opened it, she raised her face and enjoyed the scorching summer afternoon sun.

In the past, she was the most afraid of the sun, and always said that women age quickly when they get sun, but today she just wants to get enough sun.

Tang Qiao wanted to walk over and get closer to Mrs. Eight.

Ye Zeting grabbed her hand behind her, and did not allow her to go any further.

Knowing that her husband was worried about her safety, Tang Qiao smiled back, then hooked his hand at him and pulled him to the window together.

"You know, Tang Qiao? I like children very much, and I have always wanted to have a child of my own......" Mrs. Eight's face was full of longing to be a mother, "I always thought that the old immortal could not give birth." Later, I found out that he gave me sterilization medicine. ”

"What?" Tang Qiao thought it was incredible.

"So I also drugged him, and let his generation of 'medicine kings' die on medicine, is it the best fate for him?" Mrs. Eight's eyes were full of hatred for the old man of the night.

"He's not a very good guy in my eyes." Tang Qiao told the truth. As for the cold-blooded and ruthless things that the old man did in the night, she really hoped that Ye Zeting had no blood relationship with him.

"In the night house, you are the only woman who dares to say that. If others dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction with him, they will die. Mrs. Eight suddenly looked at Tang Qiao and said very seriously: "If I say that I really want to serve him to death, will you believe it?" ”

She seemed to be particularly looking forward to Tang Qiao's answer, but seeing Tang Qiao's hesitation, she immediately continued:

"But it doesn't matter anymore. The women of the night family are too difficult to do, and as far as I know, none of them have a good life. Take your big house as an example, Da Shao's own mother died, and his stepmother was thrown to a desert island again. Have you and Da Shao lived a good life since you received the certificate? ”

Mrs. Eighth suddenly became serious, and she shook Tang Qiao's hand suddenly, "Tang Qiao, you are such a good person, I advise you to leave early!" ”

Before Tang Qiao could react, Ye Zeting slapped it down and slapped it on Mrs. Eight's hand, Mrs. Eight only felt that her hand bones were about to crack, so she quickly let go of Tang Qiao.

She obviously burst into tears, but she forced out a smile to Tang Qiao: "For the sake of you coming to give me a ride, I'll tell you a secret at the end." Lean your ears over. ”

Tang Qiao did so, but Ye Zeting used his big palm to cover it.

Every time this eighth lady makes tea for the old man, she has to wash her hands repeatedly and conduct a full body examination to confirm that she is clean before she touches the tea set. But in such a situation, she can successfully poison her.

At such a close distance, it was very easy for her to do something to Tang Qiao.

"Okay, then I'll say it out loud." Mrs. Eighth motioned to Ye Zeting to take out the ear block, and after his ears could hear it, she said at a very fast pace, "Tang Qiao, do you know why Da Shao didn't protect you by your side on the day you were photographed with Mu Sihan?" ”

Ye Zeting's heart was shocked, and he wanted to cover Mrs. Eight's mouth.

But Mrs. Eight had already prepared, and her right hand was clenched into a fist and smashed towards Tang Qiao's head. Ye Zeting was afraid that Tang Qiao would be injured, so he grabbed her and pulled her to his side, and kicked the eighth lady with a flying kick!

This room has windows on three sides, and his kick is exactly what Mrs. Eight wants, and Mrs. Eight successfully broke through the window behind her with the strength of this kick, and fell straight down from the third floor!

As she fell, she shouted, "Because he's gone to protect Princess Nasha!" "So you Tang Qiao didn't get on the wheel.

Then there was a thud, the sound of a person slamming into the ground.

Tang Qiao hurriedly went to look, Ye Zeting wanted to reach out to cover her eyes, but he was a step too slow.

I saw Mrs. Eight lying on the ground in a very awkward position, and blood gushed out from the back of her head, and soon stained the place under her red.

"She's still saved!" Tang Qiao shouted, "Call 120 and call the family doctor over!" ”

After saying that, she wanted to run downstairs.

Ye Zeting hurriedly pulled Tang Qiao back, "She wants to kill you, and you still want to save her?" ”

"If she really kills me, she'll kiss me. Instead of making such an obvious action as a punch that leads you out and kicks her. She just wants to die in the night house, at your hands, understand? ”

Tang Qiao was so eager to save Mrs. Eight, of course, not just because of her benevolence, but because Mrs. Eight obviously wanted to use her death to frame Ye Zeting!

If this matter is used by Mrs. Eight's mother's family and asks Ye Zeting to fight with her life, then how will she and the child live in the future?

Uncle Gui and Ye Yansong outside the door heard the noise, and hurriedly pushed the door and ran in, "What's the matter?" ”

"Mrs. Eight committed suicide, hurry up and save people." Tang Qiao hurriedly said, "You must save her, otherwise the Ye family may be in trouble." ”

"Okay." Ye Yansong didn't ask much, and sure enough, he asked people to arrange it. It's just that he didn't let Tang Qiao deal with Mrs. Eight's injury, "I know you're not afraid, I'm afraid of scaring my grandson." ”

Such a far-fetched reason, he can say it. His legendary grandson is still just a cell, how do you know if he's afraid?

However, I heard that the family doctor came quickly, stopped the bleeding for Mrs. Eight, and then drove her to the hospital. And 120 was also on the way to come, ready to pick up Mrs. Eight halfway. In this way, the chances of Mrs. Eight surviving should be quite high.

Tang Qiao was a little more relieved.

"Why did you just say she was going to kill you, and she kissed you?" Ye Dashao is very unhappy about anyone kissing his wife, not for men, not for women.

"Why do you think I'm so close to her and bask in the sun with her?" Tang Qiao said, "I already know how she drugged the tea." ”

"Really?" Ye Yansong's face was pleasantly surprised.

As soon as he heard that Mrs. Eight had committed suicide, he knew that this woman had made up her mind and refused to say anything, and thought that it was hopeless to find out how she was poisoned, but he didn't expect his daughter-in-law to be so capable, so she actually found out!

"Well, I'm sure!" Tang Qiao nodded seriously, "Her lipstick is poisonous." ”

"Lipstick?" Ye Yansong immediately understood what was going on. He said, "No wonder, we only care about checking her hands and hair, and whether there is anything hidden in her clothes and shoes, and we never think that her lipstick is poisonous." ”

Ye Yansong was so angry that he slapped his thigh, "We are also afraid that the tea is poisonous, so we will always ask her to pour the tea into a random cup, let her take a sip first, and then give it to the old man." ”

Doesn't this just give Mrs. Eight a chance to poison?

They really miscalculated.

But Ye Zeting felt that this inference was unreasonable, "It is common for her and her grandfather to share a cup of tea." But didn't my dad get poisoned too? There's no way he's going to drink the teacup that Mrs. Eight has drunk, right? ”