Sun Dongqing snorted with disdain, then replied, "Now I think your family is being retributed" and left proudly, but Ye Zhi's fragrance was half dead, and she almost fainted.
"Second brother, take a look for yourself and see what kind of virtue she is! Mom passed away without a tear for half of her tears, and she still talked coldly!" Now, only Ye Zhifan can think of Ye Zhixiang.
However, Ye Zhifan didn't have any sorrow. Sun Dongqing had suffered from old lady Ye when she first married, and it is understandable to let her relieve her anger.
Thinking of business affairs, Ye Zhifan, whose anger had disappeared a lot, said indifferently: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws. Is it possible that you can cry and cry once you are sad?"
The sudden death of Mrs. Ye is a normal thing for Ye Zhifan. After being paralyzed for so long and having such a violent temper, the doctor reminded him several times to persuade the old lady. There will definitely be life-threatening at that time.
He heard it in his ears but didn't remember it in his heart.
In addition to Ye Jian who hates her most, Ye Zhixin also hates her.
After receiving a call from Ye Zhixiang that the old lady had a stroke again, he simply excused that he was far away, and it would take several hours to rush back, just to delay time and not want to send this vicious old lady to death, let alone hear any dying words.
Ye Zhixiang couldn't accept Ye Zhifan's indifference, and looked at him with a look of disbelief, "Brother, you, you... how can you... In this way, mom treats you... it's much better than eldest brother!"
Is it better for him than for Ye Xinfan
Ye Zhifan sneered lightly, "I know how to avoid your mother's anger, and I'm a little smarter than Ye Xinfan, otherwise, it's your mother's punching bag."
Ye Zhifan, who doesn’t want to talk about history anymore, has a cold expression and an official tone, “I don’t have much time to handle your mother’s funeral. I plan to hand it over directly to the etiquette company. For the New Year at home, your mother’s funeral will be dealt with after the year. I will take care of it all at that time, so you don’t have to worry about your married girl."
Although people take the tea to cool, but he has been pretending for so long and he doesn't mind pretending to be a "filial son" for a few more days.
Ye Zhixiang felt a little better when she heard this, and then she heard him ask: "Now you tell me some things about Sun Yaozu, tell me what you know, so I can say hello to the police and let them Check it carefully."
"You talk about how he recovered his identity? I need to check from here to see if anyone used Sun Yaozu to do illegal things."
To put it in a high-sounding manner, in fact, I just want to confirm the doubt in my heart.
After hesitating for a while, Ye Zhixiang told me everything he knew, "He came back drunk that day and told me that if you dare to commit a crime in the future, he will make you unable to eat. I was a little curious and asked more before knowing the truth. There is noble person to help, and the condition is that Yaozu will keep an eye on you."
"But then I saw that Ye Jian's dead girl appeared on the top of the tower with the leaders of the country, and then I was smashed into the hospital by your good daughter. I forgot about it."
Ye Zhifan's face became dark and unclear. He only guessed that it might be the person who helped Sun Yaozu, but he didn't expect that person would even want him to monitor him.
When he left the hospital, Ye Zhifan was still overwhelmed, and there was no silence for half a second.
On New Year's Eve, Ye Zhifan's family was destined to have troubles. Ye Jian, who returned to the sniper base, made dumplings with the officers and soldiers, and celebrated the New Year.