The woman looked at the corpses of He Ming and Qu Xiaomo on the ground, and her eyes revealed bitter hatred: "They killed my little angel, and they still want to live happily, why?!" Why?! ”

She tore her hair, wailed out in pain, cried heartbreakingly, and broke her liver and intestines.

Ye Weilan's long eyelashes trembled, remembering the night Xiao Qinghuan died, Xiao Jiu was also in such pain......

They all lost so much that night at the top of that cliff......

She whispered to the boy next to her, "Do you hear that?" It's all the sins of your parents, and they deserve to die. ”

She let go of her hand and lowered her eyes to look at the motionless child: "From today on, you don't have a home, but you are luckier than Qinghuan, at least you are still alive, if you can't live in the future, remember to think about my face." ”

His enemies were all dead, and only she, a bystander, was alive.

She was the only person he could hate.

Hatred, in later life, is the driving force that supports this child to live.

Ye Weilan carried the bag, stood up and turned around and walked out.

There was no need to kill that woman again.

Terminal cancer, her end, is already doomed.

"Wait!"

As she was about to walk out of the private room, the woman stopped her.

Ye Weilan stopped walking, but didn't look back.

"Does Qinghuan's death have anything to do with you and your son?"

Ye Weilan seemed to smile: "She lost her life to save my son." ”

Before the woman could speak, she added, "But if my son hadn't saved her, she would have died long ago." ”

She stepped out of this oppressive and dreary place in her high heels.

She will not let go of anyone who hurts Xiao Yechen.

Including herself.

Everything about Qinghuan can finally come to an end here.

Ye Weilan went to the street outside, she didn't get in the car, looking at this strange country, she remembered those sunny and beautiful young and beautiful Shaohua.

Her Xiao Jiu is still so well-behaved and sensible, she will call Mommy with a smile, she will nest in her arms and be coquettish, and she will cook for her intimately......

She looked up at the sky, not letting the tears in her eyes spill out.

Her little nine lost Qinghuan, and at the age of five, she was burdened with deep guilt and sin.

Her Xiao Jiu hated her, he didn't want Daddy and Mommy, he buried all the warmth and family affection alone, in the dark, never looking back.

She walked aimlessly on the street alone, and several bodyguards followed her not far behind.

Ye Weilan walked onto the overpass, lowered her head and carried the stones under her feet, the wind lifted her long hair, which was so picturesque.

"The stars in the sky are crying, the roses on the earth are wilting, the butterflies are flying, the insects are flying, who are you missing......"

Ye Weilan opened the bag, took out his mobile phone, glanced at the name on the screen, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Qi Ye." ”

"Did you come out?" Qi Ye's tone is soft and cool.

"I'm out, but I'm smoky with the smell of blood, I'm a little uncomfortable, blowing the wind on the flyover and going home, where are you?"

"I'll be home at noon, wife, and I'd like to eat your own lunch."

Ye Weilan immediately laughed: "Okay, I'll go back right away and make your favorite sour noodle soup." ”

"Well, be careful."

"Goodbye." She said, but didn't hang up.

Qi Ye didn't hang up over there.

They heard each other's breathing clearly.

After Ye Weilan walked a distance on the rooftop, Qi Ye said, "You hang first." ”