The black figure was wearing body-shaping clothes with the characteristics of a dark guard. Even in the summer, the whole body was covered. With a black mask, only a mouth and a pair of eyes could be seen vaguely in the shadow.
Ye Meimei had never noticed Song Ling's figure so intuitively that she was carrying it with one hand. Whether it was height or shape, it was almost exactly what Ye Lingyin had imagined. Even the long black hair was exactly the same. She His pupils are deep and dark, always with a hint of coldness, just like the look on his face when he first saw Shao Jiaerlang's calligraphy and painting when he was young.
Because when they first met, Song Ling had a pockmarked face, half of which was red, and was extremely ugly. People would be disgusted at first glance, and would never want to look at it again at second glance, so Ye Meili also never looked at her again. I never imagined that there would be a connection between her and her daughter.
However, "She... She... She is..." Ye Meijing had a dull face, opened her mouth wide, and just watched the person approaching. At this moment, she didn't even have the courage to reach out and take off the mask on her face. No.
The man walked straight to Ye Lingyin, and at this time many family heads also recognized him.
Isn't this the secret guard who competed with Qin Zhan on the night of the dinner? The superpowers are pretty good.
The evolution of things so far has long been beyond their control and prediction. The increasingly complicated and confusing development has made their hearts rise and fall with one impact after another.
When they finally saw the black figure, they all subconsciously felt that maybe there was the truth they wanted under the mask.
And this mask will be unveiled by Ye Lingyin.
Although she had been prepared for a long time, when she reached the scene, her raised fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably. The moment her white hands gently took off the mask, a breeze blew from nowhere. The cool breath stirred up his black hair. The wind gradually stopped and the hair fell down. The clear face that appeared in front of everyone made everyone around him take a breath.
Under the black mask, the girl's fair face has long since lost its pockmarks and red marks. Her facial features are exquisite, her face is cold, her brows are darkened, and her lips are dotted with crimson. She looks like a natural ink painting, as beautiful as an immortal, unstained by the world. breath.
She should have a uniquely beautiful appearance, but she looks just like Ye Lingyin.
No, it has not yet been decided who Ye Lingyin is.
"Haha, it looks like, it's really similar, even the pores are the same." Ye Lingyin gently touched the face in front of her with her trembling fingertips, every detail from the smooth forehead to the center of the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, and the lips. He looked at it very carefully, and finally murmured, "After all these years, I have made it just like you. It's really beautiful."
This was her emotion from the bottom of her heart and was not boastful.
She had looked in the mirror countless times before and wondered whether her appearance was really so heavenly and perfect.
Now that I see it, I realize that it is worse than anything worse.
"How did you find me?" Song Ye felt a little uncomfortable having her face touched like this by the same person, but she did not dodge. She knew that the only person in this world who was qualified to touch her like this, besides Qin Zhan, was Ye Lingyin.
It's just that she was curious about how she exposed herself in front of her.
"Huh? I knew it was you the first time I saw him." She was still in the disciple competition at that time, and she saw a lonely figure standing on the high platform from a distance. When she saw that outline, she recognized it. She looked at Song Ye, who seemed to be stunned in disbelief. She raised the corner of her mouth, with a hint of Song Ye's playfulness, held Song Ye's face with both hands, and chuckled: "I have studied the most in the past ten years. You are the person, every part of your body, words and deeds, I have seen you for more than ten years, but how can I not recognize you? I know you better than anyone else, but I don’t know your name."
I know him better than anyone else, but I don’t know the other person’s name.
This thing sounds wonderful, but under the control of Ye Meimei, it has become an absurd reality.
"Song Ye, my name is Song Ye." Song Ye spoke softly, completing the last bit of information for her.
"Song Ye... Song Ye... I remember it." Ye Lingyin said it several times, as if to deepen his memory, and then smiled brightly, like a simple and happy child.
Suddenly, a high-decibel scream came from beside him. Ye Meili stumbled back and fell on the chair.
When everyone looked over, they found that her face was as pale as paper, and her expression was no longer calm and calm. "No, it's impossible, why are you here? You shouldn't be here. This is not the place you should be!"
She stared at Song Ye, her whole body trembling violently, her fingers grabbed the handle of the chair, raised her hand suddenly, pointed at her and shouted: "Kill her, kill her, kill her! "
kill! kill! kill!
Three consecutive blasts exhausted all her strength. Faced with the daughter she met for the first time in eighteen years, she was not moved by guilt or longing, but only fear, a fear that penetrated into her bones.
The longer she sat in this position, the more profound her fear became.
She had worked so hard to achieve what she had today, and she couldn't just let Song Ye ruin it.
At that moment, Song Ye saw in her eyes the same madness as Ye Lingyin. During the eighteen years of transformation, Ye Lingyin was not the only one who was tortured and went crazy.
In fact, Ye Meili's heart has already been distorted.
After two lifetimes as a human being, Song Ye would have the same ending when he saw his mother again.
All Song Ye could get from his mother was a killing order.
In her previous life, she was stabbed eleven times and almost died. What will the ending be like in this life
There was a bang, and there was another sound of slapping the table. The coffee table under Shao Yichen's hand was instantly shattered, and he had already stood up straight, with a strong look of solemnity and majesty on his cold face.
"Today I want to see who dares to touch my Shao Yichen's daughter." Even though Shao Yichen has been doing nothing for many years and is unwilling to get involved in the family's intrigues, this does not mean that he can let others bully him to the point of being bullied, especially if he touches his head. On his daughter's head.
This sound was so coercive that the besieging secret guards did not dare to take action, and even Ye Meili's face froze in place.
"Shao Yichen...are you going to compete with me?" Ye Meili's feelings for this man are still in his teenage years. The way he looked when he picked up a pen to paint for himself, he was full of feelings for himself that he couldn't get rid of. When you are in love.
Therefore, Shao Yichen's open hostility at this time made it difficult for her to adapt.
Things seemed to be out of her control, and everything she thought she had firmly in her hands seemed to be gone in the blink of an eye.