The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Ye Jian's voice seemed to be pervasive, and the bone-piercing ice was twisted inside, scattered from the air to every corner of the room, and pierced into Ye Zhixiang's body densely like needlepoints, until she had nowhere to escape even if she wanted to.

Those two colorless photos... No, she doesn't want to see it! She doesn't want to see it! !

"What does it have to do with me if you want the college entrance examination? Damn 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 a heavy weapon in her hand. Ye Jian, her hands are not usually strong, and if she uses a little more force, Ye Zhixiang's howling like killing a pig can be heard in the office.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much, it's like the bones are being scratched.

Her scream pierced Old Madam Ye's slack face, and she reprimanded her: "What a big man, why are you yelling nonsense! Shut up!"

Ye Zhixiang, who was in pain and flustered, couldn't shut up, and immediately pushed back: "Damn girl, her hands are strong enough to crush my bones, Mom, pull her away!"

Listen, listen, is this what an adult said? People in their thirties and forties are not even as good as a little girl, and they can't hold their breath at all!

There was a ruthless look in the eyes that were so old that the eyelids drooped and turned into triangles. When he looked up again, tears flickered in the eyes that looked at Ye Jian: "Son, don't scare your aunt, quickly collect all the photos of your parents. All right."

"I heard that the girl is not dead, take it away!" A pair of short-lived ghosts have something to show, and Ye Zhixiang, who didn't dare to look over her for a moment, kept turning her head away, and tried hard to withdraw her hand.

She didn't withdraw it once, and still didn't do it the second time. Ye Zhixiang screamed even louder, "Ye Jian, what do you want to do! Kill someone, someone is going to kill someone! Come on, come on!"

The high-pitched scream was unusually high, and there was even more incomprehensible horror. She seemed... very, very afraid of seeing the photos of Ye Jian's parents.

There is also Mrs. Ye, she is also very scared, not only afraid, the expressions of the two mothers and daughters coincidentally show panic, and flickering eyes drift to Ye Jian's face from time to time, as if they are 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 I didn't pay more attention to the unusual reaction of the mother and daughter when she took out the photo... Ye Jian's eyes tightened and he immediately recalled what happened just now. Frames flashed through my mind, and quickly froze at that moment, that second.

Old Mrs. Ye's pupils suddenly tightened, and her facial expression suddenly became extremely stiff. Then, her lips trembled slightly and she hurriedly looked away.

And her hand... That's right, while she clenched her hand tightly, there was a very deep panic hidden in her unnatural expression.

Why is she scared, what is she panicking about?

Ye Zhixiang's expression was nothing but fear, and she didn't dare to face it at all, but when she mentioned "Old lady Ye, you are really sorry for my dad, if you hadn't forced my dad to go out to earn money, he wouldn't have died unexpectedly",... There is a hint of joy in the horrified expressions of the two mothers and daughters!

Something is wrong, something is wrong! How can there be rejoicing?

When she said "My father is not your son", Mrs. Ye's face turned pale, and she became afraid again. This time, there was a hint of guilt in her heart!

Fear, panic, luck, guilt... She can understand fear, panic, and guilt, but she can't explain why there is still "luck"!

Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival, tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival, where is the little fairy going to play?