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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

"It's good," Ye Weilan closed her eyelashes, and the corners of her lips hooked up a faint smile: "The family is alive, there is nothing better than this." ”

Ye Yan looked yearning, looked forward to the future for a while, and turned his head to look at Ye Weilan: "What happened yesterday?" ”

"A terrible bad thing," Ye Weilan opened her eyes, and her eyes became cold: "All day yesterday, I was suspicious that the pregnant woman was really killed by me." ”

Ye Yan blurted out: "Impossible! ”

Ye Weilan's heart warmed, her eyes were a little red, and she was trusted by those close to her in a desperate situation, which was happiness.

"Someone gave me a nightmare, the dream was full of scenes of me killing people with a knife, he wanted to destroy me from the bottom of his heart, fortunately Mommy kept a hand back then."

Ye Yan said in a cold voice: "Who is the other party?" “

Ye Weilan smiled meaningfully: "A person that none of us expected." ”

"I-"

"Yan Yan," Ye Weilan turned around and patted her on the shoulder: "You can't stay up late when you're pregnant, go to bed early, and help me watch the two children tomorrow." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Go tell the truth," Ye Weilan sat up, turned over Xiaoxue with gentle movements, and stroked her daughter's broken arm with pity: "Get back all what they owe me!" ”

……

The tide of public opinion is higher and higher, the entire media hot search is about the report of this tragedy, netizens are extremely vicious curses and abuse, and the righteous Wenqing holds a speech and parades the streets, demanding that the murderer be killed!

"This is torture! Inhumane! There is no heavenly reason! ”

"If the murderer is allowed to go unpunished, where will there be a system in our lives in the future? Everyone can commit crimes, and those who have power can get away with it! We are not convinced! ”

"Raise the banner of justice and send the murderer to the guillotine! Justice for the dead orphans and widows! ”

……

On the weekend in Rainbow Square, a large number of people gathered, and on the high shelf, the singing dancer turned into a young man who gave a speech, he held the microphone, and his forehead jumped violently because of anger, roaring, shouting—

"Justice is invincible! Kill the murderer! ”

The tragic words resonated in people's hearts, and the angry people gathered more and more, and the momentum was almost overshadowed by the star concert.

The fanatical young man waved his coat around, looking at the crowd below, and before the sense of superiority could rise in his heart, he suddenly heard a commotion erupt in the crowd.

Everyone's eyes looked straight behind him, full of disbelief.

He turned around in a daze, and two rows of black-clad bodyguards wearing sunglasses walked out of the backstage, each tall and cold.

The bodyguard who walked to the front punched him to the ground and stepped on the soles of his feet.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"You-"

The voice stopped abruptly, as if something was choking the throat, and the person who was trampled on the ground barely looked up, and saw a pair of slender legs walking over, wearing woolen boots, a white coat, and long black curly hair swaying around the waist, elegant and noble.

He raised his head hard, and saw a black-clothed bodyguard respectfully handing over the new microphone, a delicate and beautiful plain hand took it, turned it around in the palm of his hand, and then a beautiful voice: "I'm sorry to disturb your crusade ceremony, as the murderer in your mouth, I have the qualifications to stand here." ”

Immediately, someone began to shout insults, and the black-clothed bodyguards raised their hands, and bullets flew by the cheeks of those people, and the audience fell silent in an instant.