Close Mad Son-in-law

Yang San'er sweats like rain, and his mother Li's face is also pale, and her eyes are full of panic.

"Lao Yang, you must think of a way." Li's heart is flustered. "This eldest lady of the Ye family has a cold temperament, I'm afraid she will be disadvantageous to San'er..."

"What did you do earlier!?" Yang Ye stood up against the crime, hating iron for not making steel. "How bad a mother is!"

After that, he walked around the desk and walked out of the study sternly.

It's time to come, sooner or later.

What he should face, he can't avoid it even if he wants to hide.

"Just stay here! Don't go anywhere!"

...

Professor Ye got off the car and walked steadily to the gate of Yang's house.

Behind him, dozens of bodyguards in suits remained absolutely quiet. But those stern and resolute faces showed a murderous air.

She walked straight into Yang's house, and the two guards in charge of security did not dare to stop her. Had to rush to inform the news.

"Block the back door."

Professor Ye paced forward, his red lips slightly opened: "Without my permission, the only ones who leave the Yang family are the corpses."

"Yes!"

Several bodyguards in suits withdrew from the large group and walked towards the back door of Yang's house.

Professor Ye walked a few steps forward, and two bodyguards stopped. Responsible for the surrounding environment to ensure nothing is lost.

No one can guarantee that Yang San'er will not stay behind.

The assassin who ran away has not been found yet. All of this may threaten Professor Ye's life.

For the bodyguards following Professor Ye, this is absolutely not allowed to happen.

In their minds, even if Professor Ye just lost one hair, the consequences would be unbearable.

"Miss Ye is coming." Yang Ye strode forward with a big smile on his face. "It really makes the cold house flourish!"

Yang Ye led the crowd to greet him with a diligent attitude.

"Uncle Yang doesn't need to see outside." Professor Ye said with a cold tone and expressionless face. "Is Yang San'er at home? I want to talk to him."

"San'er went out to party with friends." Yang Ye was still calm. "Miss Ye can tell me what's the matter, I'll tell San'er back."

"I'll wait for him."

Professor Ye came to the living room and sat down slowly.

The tea and snacks came on very quickly. More than a dozen bodyguards in suits lined up on both sides, arrogant. All of a sudden, the atmosphere of the huge living room was depressing and suffocating.

Yang Ye waved back and walked with a smile: "Miss Ye. Did the three of us upset you? If so, I'll take care of him when I look back."

There was a pause: "Last time San'er accompanied me to deliver tea to Lao Ye. His old man also asked San'er to learn more from Miss Ye."

Professor Ye's Emei frowned slightly, and a cold color flashed in his beautiful eyes.

Playing the emotional card?

"I never taught him to buy murder." Professor Ye took a sip from his teacup, then raised his eyes and glanced at Yang Ye. "Uncle Yang, did you teach?"

Yang Ye's heart was beating like thunder, and the smile on his face gradually stiffened. He took a cold breath and said, "Miss Ye, you have misunderstood. How could the three of us—"

Snapped!

Professor Ye dropped the tea cup casually, tea stains splashed, and Yang Ye's trouser legs were stained.

"It's Yang San'er who is so talented that the dragon and phoenix among the people make me jealous. Or is your Yang family rich and powerful, standing on top of the pearl. Make me jealous?"

Professor Ye said sharply: "I'm full, come to slander your straw-bag son of Yang Ye?"

Yang Ye's face was ugly, but he was speechless.

Although his son Yang San'er is not a good tool, he is not a fool.

Of course, in front of the accomplished Professor Ye, his son is indeed useless and shining.

As for slander, the so-called misunderstanding is even more nonsense.

But he is a father, can't he push his son down the fire pit?

If he didn't struggle a bit, he was unwilling.

"Miss Ye--" Yang Ye swallowed hard, with a sad expression on his face. "San'er only made a big mistake when he was confused for a while. Please be magnanimous. For the sake of the friendship between the two families for many years, leave a way for my son to survive."

"Yang Ye, are you confused?" Professor Ye said coldly. "He gave me 50 million to hire a killer to kill me. You want me to be magnanimous in turn?"

Professor Ye stood up slowly, an icy breath spreading throughout the living room: "Do you know if I Ye Xue dies tonight. What will the Ye family become? What will Mingzhu become?"

"What will become of your Yang family?!"

Professor Ye had sharp eyes and looked straight at Yang Ye, who was trembling: "Not only your son, you, and your wife!"

"None will die!"

Yang Ye shuddered all over and almost fell down.

He knew that none of Ye Xue's remarks was an exaggeration.

He knew better that once Ye Xue died in his son's hands. Regardless of all consequences, Ye Laohui let the entire Yang family be buried!

Fortunately, the son failed to get what he wanted. Miss Ye's family is not so easy to be assassinated.

But now, the pressure is on Yang San'er...

"Miss Ye--" Yang Ye seemed to have just crawled out of the river, completely wet.

"San'erqian shouldn't be absolutely wrong, shouldn't irritate you. I just ask you to let him go. I swear, as long as you let him go. He will never appear in Pearl City in this life." Yang Ye bitterly Begging.

No matter how he hates his son's stupidity, he doesn't want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.

He is still struggling, making incense for his son, his wife, and the Yang family.

"Yang Ye, you don't seem to figure out the situation yet."

Professor Ye paced forward and walked in front of Yang Ye: "Yang San'er dared to buy and murder me. It is not only my personal safety that violates my personal life. It also violates the entire Ye Mansion."

"If your son Yang San'er is not dead, my grandfather will not fall asleep."

"If your son Yang San'er is not dead, my parents will not enjoy it."

"Your son Yang San'er is not dead, my eldest brother will lose his temper."

Professor Ye asked in a cold voice: "Someone wants to kill me Ye Xue, but Ye Mansion is indifferent."

"Yang Ye. Do you know that Yang San'er is not dead, how many people will deliberately kill me in the future?"

"Your son is an adult."

"An adult has to pay a price for doing something wrong."

"Even if you can't afford it, you can't shrink back." Professor Ye showed cold light in his eyes. "Because he has nowhere to go."

Yang Ye's expression collapsed, and his inner line of defense had already fallen.

He was even moved by Ye Xue.

Indeed, if his son is not dead, how many threats will Ye Xue face in the future?

When the cost of doing something wrong is low enough, and the reward is high enough. The Pearl City will be turned upside down!

"Miss Ye——"

Yang Ye seemed to be ten years old all night~www.wuxiahere.com~ He was wiping sweat, his waist was humble, and he was extremely humble.

"Simply speak here."

Professor Ye sat down slowly and said blankly: "Farewell to your son."

Yang Ye trembled all over, his eyes dimmed.

The chapped lips were difficult to close, and his expression was dull and hopeless.

"Dad, what are you asking this woman for!?"

Suddenly, Yang San'er strode forward with a grim expression: "I don't believe that she dares to commit crimes in public!"

He had just finished speaking, and he didn't wait for Yang Ye to react.

More than a dozen bodyguards standing on both sides of Professor Ye pulled out their pistols one after another.

One by one, the pitch-black and merciless muzzle, like a poisonous snake in the dark, bit Yang San'er firmly!