Ye Wenchuan's face froze.

"Gone!" Cheng Yi still had a cold face.

He reached out and carried him over, pushed the man forward, and waved goodbye to the man.

"Brother Cheng has something to squeak!" is still a very different attitude, which makes Ye Wenchuan feel angry again.

It's just that he still has a flattering smile on his face.

Cheng Yi turned around and happened to see his expression.

The eyes are obviously faint, but there is a sense of condescension.

It's like looking down at the dirt beneath your feet.

The smile on Ye Wenchuan's face stopped abruptly.

It's just that this look is too familiar.

The familiarity made the anger in his heart continue to ferment.

It's just that he still doesn't dare to show it.

Cheng Yi took a certificate, signed by department by department, approved, and finally took him to the morgue.

I saw Jiao Meihua for the last time.

Things have been tossed for almost a month, and Jiao Meihua's body has been refrigerated, and it is still well preserved.

It's just that the traces of the car accident are obvious, and there are also obvious scars on the legs on the face.

Ye Wenchuan rushed forward, hugged his mother's corpse and cried bitterly.

I cried heartbreakingly, and I couldn't wait to touch all the people here.

Until he was pulled away, he wiped his tears and looked at Cheng Yi: "Comrade Cheng, tell me, who made my mother like this?" ”

Cheng Yi stepped out of the way, and a figure was pushed in from the outside.

Ye Youliang's hands are also handcuffed, and his prison uniform is no different from his son, but the numbers are different and the regions are different.

Even the same haggard, thin, sallow face, drooping eyelids, listless, the whole person is cowering.

This look, Ye Wenchuan is very familiar.

At first glance, it was in it, and it had been cleaned up, and it was cleaned up quite ruthlessly.

Ye Wenchuan's face was full of surprise.

Ye Youliang looked at his son and said expressionlessly: "You're here?" ”

Ye Wenchuan called his dad with a crying voice and wanted to come forward to hug him.

His mind is racing, no matter what his father went to prison for, and his mother is dead, even if these people are hard-hearted, they should have some sympathy at this time.

But Ye Youliang didn't mean this at all, he just stood there, motionless.

Her eyes fell on Jiao Meihua's body.

This woman is not good-looking, and others said that she was born with a snarky appearance, a pair of triangular eyes, and at first glance she is calculating, the kind that is difficult to deal with.

He didn't believe these at that time, he just thought that this woman could sing a two-person turn, and the handkerchief fan was very good, and the words were good.

It has a seductive energy.

When I was young, I used to have a lot of affection.

It's just that as I get older, that little bit of mood is not a mood.

The two dislike each other.

Fortunately, everything in this woman's family listens to him, the eldest son is not angry, but the younger son is a champion.

Although this woman is lazy and greedy, she is born with a clever mouth and coaxes the people around her to turn around.

Life is not good, but there is hope.

But now I know that the so-called Kefu Xiang is waiting for him here.

When he dies, he will be pitted, and he will die with him.

He doesn't have much affection for Jiao Meihua and his wife, but he hides thousands of hatreds in his heart.

took a step forward, knelt on the ground, and cried and shouted "Old woman!" ”

Sad and sad, the liver and intestines are broken.

Ye Wenchuan also knelt up and cried again.

I just called out "Mom! ”

I saw my father suddenly get up, and hit his head against his mother's face: "You broom star, you will pull me as a cushion when you die!" I'll let you have no face over there! ”