Mo Bingyan went to the meeting.

Ye Lige sat on the sofa in the living room and used his mobile phone to check the college entrance examination materials, although he was scattered and cultivated, but he still had some Taoism for thousands of years, at least his memory was still many times stronger than that of normal people, and rote memorization was not a problem.

"Madam, Miss Qingqing is here."

The housekeeper came to report, for the night Qingqing, the housekeeper still has a good impression, although it is a sister but sensible and gentle and lovely, but Mr. married this waste wife, fat, ugly and made, and gentle and sensible at all.

"Sister."

Ye Qingqing came quickly, sat next to Ye Lige, and hugged her hand affectionately: "Sister, I heard that you committed suicide again, why?" Wouldn't it be good to live a good life with your brother-in-law? ”

"Got it."

Ye Lige put down her phone, although Ye Qingqing was an orphan adopted by her parents from the orphanage, she has always loved her as a sister, and her relationship is very good.

"It's good that you really know, Mom asked me to tell you, when you get married, you must understand the etiquette, understand the way of being a wife, don't always make a fuss about divorce, even if you are divorced, you are a second-married girl, do you still expect Brother Beitang to still be good to you?"

"I really know this time, is Mom okay?"

Ye Lige asked her.

In the last life, my mother committed suicide because of her depression, which is something that Ye Lige has always been haunted by.

"Alas, sister, you really don't want to make trouble, because your mother has been depressed about this, she thinks it's because she forced you to marry your brother-in-law, that's why she let you be like this, and I heard my dad say that business has not been going well recently, it seems that my brother-in-law is dealing with our family because you are dealing with it."

"Your brother-in-law is not like that."

Ye Lige's affirmative tone made Ye Qingqing stunned, she actually helped Mo Bingyan speak?

If it was changed to the night song in her previous life, she would definitely blame Mo Bingyan indiscriminately, but now that she is sober, although Mo Bingyan is cold and difficult to get along with, she will definitely not be a person behind her back.

"I'll call Mom, if you're okay, go back, I'll have something to do later."

Night Departure Song glanced at the time.

Someone said that the meeting had been going on for ten minutes, and it was almost time now, and she was going to check his body.

"Okay, you talk to your mother about good things, your mother forced you to marry your brother-in-law at that time for the sake of the night family."

"Okay, I know."

Ye Lige got up to see her off, and watched her walk out of the yard all the way before turning back.

Mo Bingyan just came out.

The gaze fell on the woman's face, and the dark eyes were cold, like the abyss of hell to see the thoughts clearly.

"Okay?"

Ye Lige smiled and walked towards him, someone's brow moved slightly, hiding the hint of surprise.

There's something wrong with this woman.

In the past, when the night was clear, she would make trouble with him, but now she didn't make trouble.

"Let's go, I'll push you back to your room."

Ye Lige's hand was on the armrest of the wheelchair, and the housekeeper looked frightened.

Mrs. This is not a fuss.

This is a knife sharpening Huo Huo who pokes and pokes, and he wants to kill people with a soft knife, and Mr. is afraid that he will not be able to bear it.

Third floor.

Go up from the elevator.

Ye Lige pushed the door open, carefully pushed someone into the door, and the housekeeper was about to follow in when he was stopped by Ye Lige: "Butler, I don't need you." ”

"Mrs. ......"

The housekeeper was in a hurry.

He had to keep an eye on it, lest the gentleman be smacked by his wife, but the man's voice sounded coldly: "You are very idle? ”

The gentleman was staring at him.

The extreme horror in his eyes was like an invisible knife against the butler's throat.