not only raised the mistress, but also raised the mistress at home, how big a belly does Liu Xiangyun have to tolerate a little san dangling under his nose all day long? !

As soon as Yan Mo said this, Yan Zhengting shrank slightly, and then said hesitantly, "I, didn't I want to recognize you back, so I made this decision......

Recently, some powerful people in the upper echelons of the imperial capital have been spreading that Yan Mo's future is limitless and cannot be provoked. He wanted to recognize Yan Mo back, but he knew that Feng Ling would not easily hand over Yan Mo to him, so he started from Feng Ling and coaxed Feng Ling first.

He thought very simply, as long as Feng Ling lived back in Yan's house, was he still afraid that Yan Mo would not come back?

Who would have thought that when she got up early in the morning, Feng Ling suddenly followed the devil and had to ask him to give an explanation. After that, he was forced to die and committed suicide by jumping off the building......

"Where is she?" Yan Mo's voice was a little calm, as if she didn't feel any sadness about Feng Ling's death.

"Hospital morgue." Yan Zhengting's eyelids drooped. Since he was dead, it was naturally impossible for him to let Feng Ling dirty their house, and after Feng Ling jumped off the building, he called an ambulance as soon as possible and sent people to the hospital.

Yan Mo only felt that his heart was blocked for a while, and he almost didn't slow down in one breath.

She knew that this feeling was the instinct of the original owner's body, and even if she now occupied the original owner's body, the original owner would still feel sad about her mother's death.

What kind of thing does Feng Ling like!

In order to marry Yan Zhengting, he has been working hard outside for so many years with a drag oil bottle, and now, he has even lost his life. What's even more sad is that even if she died, this man didn't shed a single tear for her, but instead accused her of dirtying their house!

Yan Mo glanced coldly at the Yan family, then turned around and left.

Even if that woman is confused, but, everyone is already dead, what else can she blame the other party?

As soon as Yan Mo left, Yan Zhengting immediately stood up and quickly caught up with Yan Mo, "Amo, where are you going?" I'll take you! ”

Yan Mo didn't reply, his voice was cold, "No need!" ”

This man is a complete cold-blooded animal, she doesn't need such a person to be her father!

Yan Kuan, the old man of the Yan family, instructed behind Yan Zhengting, "Zhengting, the deceased is the greatest, take Yan Mo to arrange the woman's funeral!" ”

In the end, they also left a grandson to their Yan family, and there is no merit and hard work. Now that everyone is dead, the Yan family is always short of a coffin board for her.

Yan Zhengting didn't respond, just chased Yan Mo out of the gate of the Yan family.

In the living room of the Yan family, Liu Xiangyun raised her head slightly, staring at Yan Zhengting's back as she walked away, and a hint of a gloomy smile passed under her eyes, Yan Zhengting, you'd better have the ability to recognize your cheap son back, and when the time comes, I will kill you together!

***

In the hospital, Yan Mo saw Feng Ling, who was already lifeless, and suddenly couldn't even cry.

Feng Ling was covered in blood, motionless, covered with a white sheet, and the woman who used to say that Yan Zhengting loved her could no longer speak.

Yan Mo stood at the head of Feng Ling's bed and gently closed his eyes.

"Amo, people can't be resurrected after death, you, mourn!" Yan Zhengting cautiously persuaded beside him.

Yan Mo didn't open her eyes, she just found out that Feng Ling was indeed too dead to die anymore, and the three souls and seven spirits didn't know where to be hooked by something.