"Little Jiu!" Ye Weilan stood up suddenly, panicked, and chased after him.

Qi Ye led her to the door, and the husband and wife stood on the steps.

"He's there."

Xiao Yechen stood by the lake, looked up at the stars in the sky, and said something reverently.

Ye Weilan held Qi Ye's hand, and his palms were sweaty: "Xiao Jiu finished speaking, let him come back immediately, I'm a little uneasy." ”

Qi Ye comforted his wife softly: "I'm watching him here." ”

If even he can't look at him, he's useless anywhere.

Ye Weilan stroked her forehead: "I seem to be too sensitive lately. ”

The night is very cold tonight, Ye Weilan is wearing thin clothes, and his hands are a little icy.

He kissed her on the lips: "I look at him, you go in and cut the cake." ”

She nodded, looked at Zizi's back for a while, and smiled softly: "I'll wait for you." ”

Qi Ye let go of his hand, Ye Weilan turned around and slowly touched back to the house, Yan Shi was drinking soup, watching his sister-in-law come over, with a trace of admiration in his heart.

No blind person is as strong as this girl.

Ye Weilan walked to the table, picked up the fruit knife, aimed at the center of the cake, and began to drop the knife.

……

"Qinghuan, you are in heaven, remember to say happy birthday to your little brother."

Xiao Yechen found the brightest star in the night sky, which was as beautiful as the eyes of the little girl who had died.

His delicate little face showed nostalgia, and his soft black hair was lifted by the wind, and he looked at it quietly for a while, then turned around and ran towards the brightly lit room.

Qi Ye stood on the steps, like a beam of black moonlight, cool, beautiful, and the slender shadow dragged on the ground for a long time.

"Daddy-" Xiao Yechen's still immature voice floated in the night.

Qi Ye watched the little child run over, with an expectant smile on his delicate little face, and the corners of his thin lips were slightly hooked.

A black shadow, caught off guard, like a demon, suddenly appeared behind the child.

The black shadow enveloped Xiao Yechen entirely, like an evil and hideous wolf, he could eat the weak prey in front of him with his head down.

Qi Ye's eyes swelled with a layer of cruel and affectionate aura, and his body exuded an overwhelming cold and bloodthirsty gloom.

His slender figure swooped up wildly, and he couldn't see the figure clearly.

There was a cold crash in the night.

Like a bolt of lightning, tearing mountains and rivers.

……

With a "dang bang", the knife in Ye Weilan's hand fell to the ground and smashed the beautiful cake on the table.

Transparent tears, one by one, slipped from her eye sockets and smashed on the table.

The cake was broken, as if her heart was also broken.

"Little Jiu......" she muttered, turning and throwing herself out the door.

Yan Shi had already heard the abnormal sound of confrontation outside the door, and he dragged Ye Weilan out of the door, but the door was empty, and there was no one.

There is no Qi Ye, no Xiao Jiu.

Not even a single secret guard.

In less than a minute, they were all gone.

Yan Shi's uneasiness in his heart reached the extreme.

Ye Weilan was blankly touching in the dark, calling for his child.

"Little Nine ......"

"Answer Mommy......"

"You're the most well-behaved, Mommy can't see, don't play hide and seek with Mommy......"

"Mommy broke your cake and is making you ten hundred of them, okay?"

"Don't play, baby, it's okay to come out......"

"Qi Ye, where is the son......"

Her voice ranged from dazed, to hysterical, to heartbreaking.