Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Ye Liang couldn't help laughing.

"The chief of the court has been an official for too long. You are like your surname. You didn't know that my mother was pregnant. Don't you know now?"

"As for how my mother died, I will find out. But your reaction at the moment told me one thing."

Her mood didn't fluctuate greatly, she didn't see any emotions, and her priorities were very clear: "The Fan family is indeed involved in my mother's matter. But I really can't think of it. What can the Fan family get from this matter?" What kind of benefits?"

Guan Jie also had a calm expression, "Miss Ye, I can only say that I have no comment."

She smiled faintly, "With the attitude of the chief judge, you are not afraid that I will spread this matter? Wu Gang should already be impatient to see your scandal."

Guan Jie also hooked the corner of his mouth, "If Miss Ye wanted to do this, she wouldn't ask me to meet alone today."

He looked at her and said: "What you want to know is the cause of your mother's death, but you don't care, and you don't care whether your blood relatives are from the Ye family or the official family, right?"

As expected of someone in the officialdom, she can see through her thoughts.

Guan Jie looked at her, and after a while, he spoke again: "Actually, there are some things, it's better not to go over them too thoroughly."

Ye Liang's soft lips curved slightly, "Let time erase your gangsters? My mother's death made wedding dresses for you?"

"Sir, that's a life. It's a woman you once loved."

However, after Ye Liang finished speaking, she smiled to herself. She is his flesh and blood, and she has been sitting in front of him, but she has always been so indifferent, let alone a dead woman?
It is estimated that Guan Jie has already forgotten all about it.

The more so, the more Ye Liang felt unwilling and worthless for the woman who passed away early.

She is obviously the jewel in the hands of the Duan family. She can choose a well-matched family to marry, and no matter how poor she is in the second half of her life, she will live a comfortable, elegant and calm life.

But ruined in the hands of such a man without emotion.

Until the end of this meeting, Guan Jie's attitude did not change at all.

Ye Liang watched him tidy up his clothes, and then left at a leisurely pace. Sitting there alone, she suddenly seemed like a joke!
in the garage.

Guan Jie, who had just returned to the car, leaned back on the back of the chair, his calm breathing became undulating, and with his eyes closed, he raised his hand and quickly tore off the neat bow tie.

He seldom smokes, but he basically always keeps it in the car.

When he reached out to the storage compartment to take out the cigarette and the lighter, he realized that his hand that lit the lighter was still trembling slightly.

In the end, the cigarette was not lit, and the lighter was thrown back into the grid.

"Bang Dang!" After a sound, the car was completely silent.

Guan Jie changed from leaning his head up on the seat to propping up the steering wheel with one hand and propping up his forehead. His entire face was buried, and his expressions and emotions could not be seen.

The car has been parked in the garage for more than an hour, with no intention of starting.

"I should have known it earlier!" After a long time, Guan Jie's voice was deep and a little unsteady, "Your character is always so proud and stubborn..."

How could she casually conceive another man's child?

But he believed it back then, and even got angry with her because of it, turned a blind eye to Su Yu's sneaking in, and chose to remain silent.

……

Ye Liang returned to the apartment, staring at the two appraisal results in front of her in a daze.

Since the last time they met, An Yan hadn't contacted her again. Of course, she didn't know whether An Yan had contact with Fan Xiaozheng.

She was just wondering, since An Yan knew so many things about her mother, did she also know the details of the time she was hospitalized before she died?
Ye Liang took the phone and tried to contact An Yan's number.

But there was no answer over there, so she had to put it off.

For the next two days, she continued to be busy with her work, looking at various reports for the first quarter of Nine Era.

The call from the nursing home came in on Wednesday, the last day of April.

She sat in front of her small table, her eyes fell on the screen, and she just picked up the phone casually: "Hello."

"Miss Ye, this is Anxin Nursing Home, I am the nurse at Yexunqiao..."

When Yeliang heard that it was Anxin Nursing Home, she had already stopped what she was doing, and didn't wait for the people there to finish the tedious self-introduction.

Ask directly: "What's the matter, you can just say it."

Sometimes, a woman's intuition is really terrifying, terrifying to the point of cruelty.

"Mr. Ye is probably dying..."

She got up from the chair all at once, didn't change clothes, didn't turn off the computer, didn't do anything, and didn't take anything, just grabbed the mobile phone in her hand and went straight to the nursing home.

The speed of the car was no longer slow, but she still couldn't help urging, "Master, can you please go faster?"

At first, the driver responded with a good temper, "Okay."

Afterwards, she simply kept quiet, thinking that she must be retorting in her heart that she might as well go directly by plane.

The car finally stopped in front of the nursing home, Ye Liang panicked, even stumbled into the gate, stood in front of the elevator and quickly pressed the elevator button regardless of other people's eyes.

Upstairs, Yexunqiao's room was still as clean and tidy as usual, with a hint of sadness. Although the room was full of people, there was no life at all.

Ye Liang stood at the door, looking directly at the hospital bed.

The surrounding people also turned to look at her at the same time, and then she rudely opened a way and rushed to the bed.

"Already gone." Ye Shuchi's low voice came from behind her, he put his hand against her back, and could still feel her trembling.

"Ah Liang." Ye Shuchi knew her feelings for the old man, and could understand her mood at the moment.

Even if her mother left, maybe she didn't have such sadness, because she was still young at that time and didn't know much about feelings.

Yeliang's eyes were red, and the hands he was holding were old and cold.

But she didn't cry, but tears fell on the back of Yexunqiao's wrinkled hands, and her voice was choked, "Why did you notify me so late?"

At this time, she turned her head and looked around at the people around her.

Ye Shuyun's family and several relatives from Shen Shuyuan's side have already come, but she is the last one?
Ye Shuchi sighed, "I just came too."

He didn't see him for the last time either, but Ye Shuchi had no regrets after chatting with the old man for a long time last time.

Even that day, he knew that the old man was running out of time.

Ye Liang raised his eyes and stared at Ye Shuyun. He had a plaster cast on his neck, his arm was hanging on the other shoulder, and he was still sitting in a wheelchair. He came quickly?

"What did grandpa say in the end?" She frowned and asked.

Shen Shuyuan took the words, "The old man has never been able to speak clearly, and you know that, but he didn't say anything. The matter of property has already been divided."