Daddy, Delivery of Mommy Has Arrived!

She didn't understand why she only came a little late, and her mother became like this, being packed in a small box.

With trembling fingertips, he rubbed the familiar face in the photo over and over again.

He opened his mouth, Mom, but couldn't even make a sound.

Tears are like rain, drop by drop on that small box.

She remembered that when she went to see her mother in prison last time, she told her mother that she would definitely find a way to save her and clear her wrongs.

Those words are still in my ears, but my mother has become like this.

What should she use to protect, how should she protect.

The staff member had been robbed of something, and was about to speak for someone. When she saw her alone in tears, she even released her sad voice.

I also guessed the general situation and didn't say anything.

Seeing too much life and death, all she can do is to stand here, silently accompany her.

Until the tears couldn't come out, Huang Ying finally got up from the ground.

Bend down and bowed to the staff member to thank him, then walked out with the urn in his arms.

Full of anger and grievance mixed together, burning all her sanity.

She rushed back to the house when she burned.

When I got back there, it was already dinner time.

Huang Qichao, Zhao Fei and their daughter Huang Ling, a family of three are sitting together and beautifully in the dining room for dinner.

Seeing her, Huang Qichao's originally smiling face sank instantly.

"What are you doing back?"

"What am I doing back? Huang Qichao, why do you send my mother to the crematorium for cremation without my consent? Why do you?"

Huang Ying could no longer restrain the anger in his heart when he heard his words, and shouted hoarsely.

Thinking that she didn't even see her mother for the last time, her heart was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

"presumptuous."

Huang Qichao's expression turned pale for an instant, and he raised his hand and patted the table fiercely.

"Is my name something you can call? What do I want to do? It's not your turn to ask. If you have no education, get out of me."

"What kind of mother there is, there is what kind of daughter, Long Xinyi can murder me, and what kind of daughter can she teach."

Zhao Fei spoke disdainfully from the side.

"You little third who ruined other people's families, bitch, you shut up, what qualifications do you have to mention my mother."

Huang Ying roared.

Huang Qichao picked up a small dish beside him and slammed it at Huang Ying.

Huang Ying tilted her head slightly, and the small dish slid across her forehead.

"What are you doing with such a guilty conscience, is my mother's death caused by you looking for someone to use it?"

"You can eat rice indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. Your mother committed suicide in fear of sin, and it has nothing to do with us." Zhao Fei said with a curled mouth.

"My mother was killed by you. Both of you are to blame."

Huang Ying's eyes were flushed with anger and sadness in her heart.

"Huang Qichao, if there were no my mother, where would you be today, but you treated her like this for this woman, did your conscience be eaten by a dog? Do you dare to swear in front of her that her death has nothing to do with you?"

Huang Qichao got up, raised his hand and slapped it on Huang Ying's face.

"I don't need you to take care of my business."

He was originally a man, with great strength in his hands, and he held a gun all the year round, with thick calluses on his hands.