Ye Jian's voice seemed to be pervasive, and the biting ice was scattered from the air to every corner of the room, and it was densely pierced into Ye Zhixiang's body like the tip of a needle. She had nowhere to escape until she wanted to.
Those two photos without color... No, she don’t want to see it! She don't want to see! !
"What does your college entrance examination have to do with me? The dead girl let me go, ah! It hurts, let go, let go!" The more she scolded, the stronger Ye Jian's hands became, and she could run with heavy weapons. Ye Jian, her hand strength is not as big as usual, and even harder, Ye Zhixiang's howling like a pig was heard from the office.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts too much, the bones are all scratched to pieces.
Her scream pierced her to make Old Lady Ye's face twitched, and she scolded her: "How old is someone screaming! Shut me up!"
Ye Zhixiang, who was so painful and flustered, couldn't shut up, and immediately went back: "The dead girl's hands are so strong that it will crush all my bones, Mom, please pull her away!"
Listen, listen, is this what an adult said? People in their 30s and 40s are not as good as a little girl, and they can't hold back at all!
There was a ruthless look in the eyes that were so old that they were drooping and triangular, and when they looked up again, tears flickered in Ye Jian's eyes: "My child, don't scare your aunt. Get all the photos of your parents. All right."
"I heard that there is no dead girl, take it away for me!" What can a pair of short-lived ghosts take out, Ye Zhixiang, who didn't even dare to fall his eyes, kept turning away, and tried hard to withdraw his hand.
There was no withdrawal once, and no two times. Ye Zhixiang screamed louder, "Ye Jian, what do you want to do! Murder, someone is going to kill! Come on, come on!"
The uplifting scream was not as high as normal, and there was an incomprehensible horror. She seemed...very very afraid to see the photos of Ye Jian's parents.
And Mrs. Ye, she was also very scared. Not only was she scared, but the expressions of the two mothers and daughters coincided with each other, both showing flustered, flickering gazes floated on Ye Jian's face from time to time, as if exploring something.
Ye Jian's eyes gradually darkened, something was wrong, very wrong!
Just now, I was angered by Mrs. Ye’s lack of repentance, and didn’t pay much attention to the unusual reaction of the mother and daughter when she took out the photo... Ye Jian with her eyes tightly recalled what happened just now, picture one Frames flicked through my mind, quickly freezing at that moment, that second.
Old lady Ye's pupils tightened suddenly, her facial expression suddenly became extremely stiff, and then her lips trembled a little, and she hurriedly looked away.
And her hand... Yes, as she squeezed her hand tightly, there was a deep panic hidden in her unnatural expression.
What is she scared of, what is she panicking
Ye Zhixiang’s expression was completely scared and afraid to face it, but when she mentioned, "Mrs. Ye, you are really sorry to my dad, if it weren’t for you to force my dad to go out to earn money, he wouldn’t die."... Both There is a hint of luck in the mother and daughter's horrified expressions!
There is something wrong, something too wrong! How can you be lucky
When she said "My dad is not your son" again, the old lady Ye's face was pale, and she started to be scared again, this time there was a trace of guilty conscience inside!
Fear, panic, gratefulness, guilty conscience... She can understand fear, panic, and guilty conscience, but she can't explain why there is "gratefulness"!