Close Mad Son-in-law

As soon as the slender white shadow entered the room, the cold wind blew on the door.

Old man Ye didn't lift his ground to taste tea, and smoked. Between the eyebrows, it is slightly solemn.

The white figure approached, and a breath of Ruo Ruo Wu gathered.

"Sit." Ye Lao put down his teacup and said in a steady voice.

"Thank you."

The gentle gentleman nodded slightly.

Maybe it was because of some ups and downs in his inner mood, he coughed slightly. Then he took his seat slowly and sat opposite Ye Lao.

"Are you not in good health?" Ye Lao raised his eyes slightly.

His gaze fell on the familiar but unfamiliar face.

Handsome, but very gloomy.

It seems that there is no light all year round, and the white is a little pale.

His eyebrows are more like himself than Ye Shoutian.

Including personality and style of behavior.

In the 1970s and 1980s, Ye Lao was also known for his brutality. Otherwise, he cannot emerge suddenly and become the king of the pearl business community.

His courage and skill are beyond doubt.

And the Ye Mansion has been able to flourish to this day, is there no original sin secretly?

Ye Lao once commented on Chu Yun himself, his hands were also stained with blood.

In response to that sentence, the mall is like a battlefield. The battlefield without gunpowder is also bloody.

"That day, I stood outside the door and waited for you. I waited all night." The husband's eyes were dull, no happiness or anger. "The cold is invading and hurts the lungs."

Ye Lao's tea drinking paused. He raised his eyes and said, "It's not a big problem. Can it be cured?"

"I don't want to rule." Mr. said lightly. "As a commemoration of those years."

Old Ye was silent.

He picked up a cigarette and lit it. Then he took two deep breaths: "Can you tell me, what on earth are you going to do?"

"It's hard to say." Mr. shook his head. "But something has to be done."

Having said that, the husband raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Lao: "These years, I have always been mindful of difficulties."

"Back then, I did not worry about your feelings." Ye Lao pursed his lips. "But I can tell you with certainty. I don't regret it."

"You are a legend of the Pearl. Be the king for a lifetime." Mr. said slowly. "It should be resolute, but decisive."

"Since you know." Ye Lao said blankly. "Why disturb the order of Pearl City? You know, from the moment I knew you were behind the scenes, I wouldn't be kind to you anymore."

"I will let you be punished. Let you pay for everything you have done." Ye Lao said categorically.

"I know." Mr. nodded. The sitting posture is casual and relaxed. "But these things that happened in Pearl City are nothing in my eyes. Only a few people died. Life and death. My wife can die, why can't they?"

An unpleasant color flashed across Ye Lao's old eyes.

What is life and death?

You killed so many lives indirectly.

You should be responsible, not indifferent.

"Everyone has something they care about. But what I care about is different from what you care about," the gentleman said calmly. "You cherish feathers, work hard for this city, and give up everything for the reputation of Mansion Ye. Even if it is family affection. But I don't care about these extraneous things. The only thing I care about in this life is my son."

"The grandson who was abandoned by you and dismissed it." The gentleman said in a flat tone. "His name is Ye Lu. He is 21 years old this year."

Ye Gongguan never admitted the existence of her husband and his son.

They are also not worthy of the surname Ye.

But from the day when the husband left Mingzhu, he removed Lin's surname and changed his surname to Ye. So is the son.

He wants to make himself remember this moment.

We must always remind ourselves that he is the illegitimate son of Ye Gongguan. In the body, the blood of Ye Gongguan was flowing.

Everything he and Ye Lu experienced was given by Ye Mansion.

"He is the devil just like you." Ye Lao said coldly. "A desperate lunatic for his own selfish desires."

"You overestimate us." Mr. shook his head, speaking calmly. "After leaving Mingzhu, my only appeal is to live. But for people like me, it is not easy to live. It is even very difficult."

"So does my son."

The husband added: "To survive in the dark, we must always make ourselves strong. Otherwise, we will live soon."

"okay."

Old Ye squeezed out the cigarette, and said calmly: "Noodles, I've also seen you. My God, I'm talking about it."

Ye Lao glanced at her husband coldly: "Let’s talk about business."

"You said." Mr. nodded slowly.

"If I asked you to stop all this, what would you do?" Ye Lao stared straight at Mr.

"I remember you said before. Anything adults do must bear the consequences." The husband said calmly. "I am so. So are you."

"This road, I have gone now, and I can't look back. I gladly accept everything that may happen in the future." After the husband said, the conversation suddenly changed. "How about you? Are you ready?"

Old Ye's eyes showed cold light, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't force me!"

"You are serious." Mr. shook his head. "There is nothing to do with you, except for the indifferent blood relationship."

"After you rejected me that day, I bowed to you before I left. I would like to thank you for bringing me into this world."

The husband slowly raised his eyes.

There is no wave in the plain eyes.

"You don't have to have any burden." Mr. said every word. "Since that night, I have liberated myself."

"As long as there is me in one day." Ye Lao said with sharp eyes. "I will not allow you to behave in the Pearl City! If you dare to mess around, I will never let you go!"

"Then you'd better do it now." Mr. pursed his lips. "I have drawn up the overall plan. I will erode the Pearl City little by little. And destroy your life's hard work with my own hands. This Ye Mansion."

boom!

Ye Lao stood up against the crime, and his anger was widened: "You think I dare not do anything to you!?"

Mr. shook his head.

A strange color finally appeared on his face: "I never dare to underestimate you."

"You even dare to do my son. Let alone me?"

In the living room. Murderous.

Rice paper fluttered on the table.

It seems that the rice paper without any handwriting is silently recounting this secret past of Ye Mansion.

There was a cold light in Ye Lao's eyes.

He didn't let him leave Ye Mansion until he was sure of Mr.'s resolute look~www.wuxiahere.com~ and then he mumbled: "Don't let him leave Ye Mansion!"

The voice just fell.

A figure seemed to appear out of thin air. Blocking the entrance and exit. The breath is majestic all over, and his eyes are locked on Mr.

"Please enlighten me."

The middle-aged man slowly stretched out a hand.

In an instant, the crackling sound suddenly sounded.

Sharp eyes, like a sharp knife, like a vicious snake letter, like an abyss that devours creatures.

Death is like the wind, sweeping away!

"that's nice."

Mr. pursed his lips.

A light flashed on his face: "If you are willing to take action, I will be relieved."