Ye Zhixiang didn't dare to complain directly after being said by old lady Ye, but if she didn't say a word, it would be impossible. She lowered her voice and muttered carefully: "You got angry in front of that dead girl, why? Vent on me."
"You, thirty or forty years old, are not as good as her!" The old lady Ye breathed even more pain when she heard the words. The hypocritical and friendly air on her face has long disappeared without a trace, and only the sharp meanness is left between her brows. A person under twenty years old has crushed your elders to death. Where did the usual pungency go? I am ashamed of you when a mouse meets a cat!"
Ye Zhixiang is a typical bullying and fearful of hardship, and she has a hard-headed mouth. She was a little bit unconscious on her face when the old lady Ye said that she was heartbroken. "Mom, do you think I thought, did you forget about the Caesar Hotel? She... She thought about it. kill me!"
Speaking of Caesars Hotel, the old lady Ye, who was also frightened by Ye Jian, stopped abruptly, and suddenly grabbed Ye Zhifan's arm, "Zhifan, have you checked whether Sanye Hou has anything to do with the dead girl!"
Just after asking, seeing Ye Zhifan frowning and seeming to recall something, the old lady Ye couldn't help but said, "You have forgotten such an important thing! The dead girl is not even afraid of your dignified ministerial cadres, there is clearly someone behind you! How could the one of the best people on Sanye South Provincial Road come forward to support the dead girl without any complaint? It's clear... it's clear that there are friendships that we don't know about!"
In the past, she thought that she might just ran into Hou Sanye, who had always talked about loyalty, even if she was in the way, and was very principled, but just came forward to mediate.
Now think about how it might be smooth!
If a large hotel has all kinds of guests coming and going every day, how can Hou Sanye have the leisure time to come forward? How could it happen to appear in the room
The more she thought about it, the more old lady Ye felt that the two of them must have an unknown friendship, her eyes flashed very lightly, and she asked Ye Zhixiang, "It seems that Hou Sanye is not married. You ask Yaozu to inquire about Hou San these days. What rumors does the Lord have outside, such as "nurturing" and the like."
Inquiring about what Ye Zhixiang was doing, and hearing what the old lady said, her reaction was much more energetic, her eyes brightened, and she said excitedly: "Mom, do you suspect that the dead girl is being "raised" by the third master Hou?"
After talking, he thought about it for a while, and then slowly sorted it out: "It's not impossible, let alone, the dead girl is more demon than Sun Xueqing, and the skin is white enough to Saishuang..." The tone suddenly became sour, he said. A bit of disdain appeared on her face, "Just as she looks like it is good enough to be taken up by rich people, people like Hou Sanye and others like to play girls who are tender enough to pinch the water, and the dead girls are monsters. Maybe it is true. I was taken care of by the third master Hou after my **** luck."
It’s no wonder that the two mothers and daughters are whimsical. Hou Zi rarely makes peachy news. It is said that a boss in Hong Kong wants to get in touch with Hou Zi, and he thinks that there are only those on the mainland. Zibai looked up at him, so he found a few wild models in Gangcheng to come to Southern Province, hoping to get to know Hou Zi through wild models.
When the people came, Hou Zi went to the appointment and pushed aside the box. A few of them were in good shape and dressed in bikinis. Hou Zi came in and offered a glass of wine to the boss on the road in Hong Kong. It took only a minute before and after. To leave.