My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator
72. Lu Family

If Song Zhuolan's mother and son hit him with an idea, he wouldn't be so angry.

Keqian Song Zhuolan's mother should not have been entirely wrong, and beat up his old father, as well as his wife and son!

But when he thought about the death of his old mother many years ago, Song Zhuohai understood that there was nothing Song Zhuolan could not do.

"The writing brush is tinged with demonic energy. What is your peace of mind? You know it!"

As the voice fell, Song Zhuohai smashed his brush directly into Ye Nanbo's face.

I was totally not accepted at all.

Ye Nanbo helped her mother without hiding, but frowned, looking a little confused.

"uncle……"

"Don't call me that, I can't afford to be your uncle, nor can I be a nephew like you."

Ye Nanbo had just said two words, when Song Zhuohai was violently interrupted.

Song Zhuohai had determined that Ye Nanbo and Song Zhuolan were ashamed, so naturally he would not be fooled by her appearance.

Ten thousand steps back, even if Ye Nanbo did not know everything, he would definitely be able to sense something.

Just based on this, it was impossible for him to not have grievances with Ye Nanbo like before!

Without giving Ye Nanbo a chance to speak again, Song Zhuohai pointed his finger at the large landscape painting hanging on the wall.

looking at Song Zhuolan, who was extremely pale from hatred, "This painting frame was not only made by Yin Mu, but was also tainted by demons. It was your painting that killed my mother!

Junk Mom has loved you for years, and you thank her this way.

Good, you are truly great Song Zhuolan! "

At the last words, Song Zhuohai almost roared, so Song Zhuolan almost fell to the ground in fear.

"No, no, no, no, not like this, no, not like this!"

Song Zhuolan seemed to finally be unable to bear it, crying and replying with a shrill voice.

"I don't want to kill my mother. I really didn't mean to kill my mother. Nah! No, no, I didn't kill my mother, not me.

Mother's death was just a coincidence. His health was poor, and it was natural to die suddenly.

True is coincidence, just a coincidence! "

Regarding what happened back then, Song Zhuolan had deceived himself and others, unwilling to admit that he killed his own mother.

Twenty years of self-deception and deception actually made him successful in self-deception.

But now Song Zhuohai revealed the fact that he was trying to hide his face face, and he immediately shattered some emotions.

"Mom, what are you talking about."

Hearing what his mother said, Ye Nanbo secretly said that he was not good, and he quickly reminded his mother not to talk nonsense.

Even if mother really was grandma's killer, it would definitely not be acceptable.

Otherwise, the Song family would not only no longer support him, but would also fight against their mother and child.

If everything really got to this point, his position in the Ye family would be unstable.

Over the years, she was able to live smoothly in the Ye family, thanks to the support of the Song family.

If there was no Song Family, he was afraid that he would be attacked by the back and stomach in the Ye Family, and it would be difficult to move.

Not to mention Ye's vice general manager position, it was hard to tell if he could continue to stay at Ye.

"Your mother doesn't talk nonsense, she knows very well in her heart whether she killed her grandmother."

Being the transparent and transparent Song Zixuan for a long time, it suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked towards Song Zhuolan step by step.

"My dear aunt, how can you do that and charge me all the charges, a baby who's only a few days old?"

"Others say that my father was cruel and threw me, who was only two years old, abroad.

Now I understand, you are much harder than my father.

At least, my father would not kill his own biological mother, nor would he be so cruel that he would destroy the life of his nephew. "

Song Zixuan walked up to Song Zhuolan and stopped, her eyes meeting Song Zhuolan's eyes for a moment.

"Actually, I really want to ask, what do you want? The money? Strength? Our Song family can't give you?

If our Song family really can't give you, what have you enjoyed for so many years?

Really think that what you have enjoyed over the years is the glory and wealth of the Ye family? "

Song Zixuan turned to Ye Nanbo with clear sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.

"Your mother doesn't understand, should you understand? Without our Song family, your mother and son are nothing in the Ye family!"

"Song Zixuan, you ...!"

Song Zhuolan naturally did not understand this, otherwise, he would not have done these things.

Thus, after hearing Song Zixuan's words, he only felt contempt and anger, and opened his mouth to scold Song Zixuan.

But he was interrupted by Song Zixuan before he finished speaking.

"Ye Mingyang had never been liked by the Ye family, but it took some way to squeeze out a large room and sit in Ye's general manager's seat.

only capable people from the Ye family, how could Ye Mingyang control the Ye family?

So once Ye Mingyang showed his tail, the people from the Ye family would definitely hold onto it.

Now, you are very likely to be the tail that Ye Mingyang exposed.

Do you think Ye Mingyang will treat your mother and son when he finds out? "

Song Zixuan seemed to have yet to see Song Zhuolan's ugly face, mother and son, and continued, "Oh, yes.

I also heard that Ye Mingyang not only raised a woman outside, but also had some illegitimate children.

There were more sons, sacrifice one or two, wasn't that a big deal for Ye Mingyang? "

After he finished speaking, Song Zixuan laughed first to save herself, and that smile horrified Song Zhuolan's heart.

"child ..."

Fang Yueqiu looked at his son's smile, and was a little scared, but he was more afraid of his son going to extremes, so he couldn't help but walk over and grab his son's arm nervously.

Song Zixuan turned her head to meet her mother's worried eyes, and the hostility in her heart seemed to be placated, instantly very calming.

pretending to smile casually, "It's okay, I only think about their fate, and can't help but be unhappy.

They destroyed me for almost half of my life, so let them pay me back for the rest of my life. "

Although Song Zixuan was smiling, there was no smile in her eyes, only extremely cold.

Fang Yueqiu only felt a tremendous pain in his heart. She could not help but hug her son and apologize guiltily.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all bad for my mother, my son, my son, I'm sorry for you ..."

As a mother, but failing to protect her children, God knows how painful she is.

For many years, there was no day she was not tormented by pain and guilt.

Song Zixuan's body was slightly stiff, and the emotions in her eyes surged, as if she was struggling.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled what Lu Zijia had said to him earlier.

‘You suffer, they suffer more than you, because they feel that it is their responsibility not to protect you. '

Song Zixuan's eyes quickly reddened, and a drop of tears that contained years of grievance, loneliness, aversion, and pain fell from the corner of her eyes, but she smiled and smiled in relief.