The woman looked at the corpses of He Ming and Qu Xiaomo on the ground, and her eyes were filled with hatred: "They killed my little angel and wanted to live happily, why?! Why?!"&1t;/p>

She tore her head, wailed in pain, cried heartbrokenly, and heartbroken.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan's long eyelashes trembled for a moment. Thinking of the night when Xiaoqing Huan died, Xiaojiu was also in pain...&1t;/p>

That night at the top of the cliff, they all lost too much...&1t;/p>

She whispered to the boy beside her, "Did you hear it? This is all the sin of your parents, they deserve to die."&1t;/p>

She let go of her hand and lowered her eyes to the motionless child: "From today on, you have no home, but you are lucky than Qinghuan. At least you are still alive. If you can't survive in the future, remember to think about my face."&1t;/p>

His enemies were all dead, and only she, the bystander, lived.&1t;/p>

She is the only person he can hate.&1t;/p>

Hate, in the future, is the motivation to support this child in his life.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan held her bag, stood up and turned around and walked out.&1t;/p>

There is no need to kill that woman again in the future.&1t;/p>

Her ending in advanced cancer is already destined.&1t;/p>

"Wait a minute!"&1t;/p>

When she was about to walk out of the private room, the woman called her.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan stopped walking, but did not look back.&1t;/p>

"Does Qinghuan's death have anything to do with you and your son?"&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan seemed to smile: "She lost her life to save my son."&1t;/p>

Before the woman could speak, she added: "But if my son hadn't saved her, she would have died long ago."&1t;/p>

She walked out of this depressing and dull place in her high heels.&1t;/p>

She will not let anyone hurt Xiao Yechen go.&1t;/p>

Including herself.&1t;/p>

Everything about Qinghuan can finally come to an end here.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan arrived on the street outside, but she didn't get in the car. Looking at this strange country, she remembered those youthful and beautiful youthful youthful youthful youthful years.&1t;/p>

Her Xiaojiu is still so well-behaved and sensible. She can smile and call her mother, she can hang out in her arms and act cute, and cook for her with caring heart...&1t;/p>

She looked up at the sky, preventing tears from overflowing from her eyes.&1t;/p>

Her Xiaojiu lost Qinghuan and was burdened with deep guilt and sin at the age of five.&1t;/p>

Her Xiaojiu hated her. He didn't want daddy and mommy. He buried all the warmth and affection alone. In the darkness, he never looked back.&1t;/p>

She was walking aimlessly on the street alone, and several bodyguards followed her in no distance.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan walked up the overpass, lowered her head and held the stones under her feet. The wind made her look beautiful as poetic and picturesque.&1t;/p>

"The stars in the sky are crying, the roses on the ground are wilting, butterflies are flying, insects are flying, who are you missing..."&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan opened his bag, took out his cell phone, looked at the name on the screen, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Qi Ye."&1t;/p>

"Has it come out?" Qi Ye's tone was soft and cool.&1t;/p>

"I came out, but I was fumigated by the smell of blood. I felt a little uncomfortable. I was blowing the air on the overpass and was going home. Where are you?"&1t;/p>

"I will go home at noon, my wife, I want to have the lunch you made by yourself."&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan immediately smiled: "Okay, I'll go back soon and make your favorite sour soup noodle."&1t;/p>

"Well, be careful."&1t;/p>

"Goodbye." She said, but she didn't hang up the phone.&1t;/p>

Qi Ye didn't hang up there.&1t;/p>

Each other was silent and clearly heard each other's breathing.&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!