Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

"What happened in the past?" Yi Zhentian interrupted Haiyue suddenly, with suppressed pain in his voice, "little girl, if you knew about those things in the past, the harm they brought to me would last a lifetime, and you would still feel that things Can I go there?"

Haiyue was overwhelmed by the pain Yi Zhentian radiated, and she found that she had nothing to say.

She didn't know what Yi Zhentian said was the pain that hurt him all his life, but the pain in Yi Zhentian's eyes didn't seem to be faked at all.

"Haiyue..." Mrs. Sikong walked up to Haiyue with the support of Butler Li, and faced Yi Zhentian face to face, "Zhentian, if you have anything to do, just come to me. What happened back then has nothing to do with these children. It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?" Yi Zhentian sneered, "When you were dealing with me back then, why didn't you think that the matter of your parents has nothing to do with me?!"

The old lady Sikong trembled, a look of embarrassment flashed across her face full of vicissitudes, but she quickly returned to normal, "Zhentian, I admit that my methods were a bit fierce back then, but didn't Ruilin and Lanxi also could not……"

After saying this, the old lady Sikong couldn't help but stop and wipe the corners of her eyes, she was so sad that she couldn't speak any more.

Ruilin?

Analysis?

Who are they?

Haiyue couldn't understand what the old lady was saying at all, so she could only stand there quietly and listen.

However, Yi Zhentian's emotions became agitated because of the old lady's words, and he asked a lot of questions, "No way?! Dead old woman? What do you mean by no way? You mean they didn't survive? Even if he didn't survive, so what? When Lan Xi died, the person he loved was Rui Lin!"

"No..." Old Madam Sikong wanted to deny it, but was immediately interrupted severely by Yi Zhentian.

"But no matter who Lan Xi loves, it's not important to me anymore." Yi Zhentian said, and suddenly laughed evilly.

Haiyue and the old lady Sikong were terrified by Yi Zhentian's laughter, so they couldn't help but took a few steps back.

Yi Zhentian looked at them and waved his hand. All the men in black in the living room started to back away until there were only a few of them left in the living room and no one else. In front of him, he said, "Old woman, do you know how Wu Song Ruilin and Sikong Lanxi died back then?"

The old lady Sikong gasped, her eyes widened suddenly, she looked at Yi Zhentian, "Yi, Yi Zhentian, you... what do you mean by that?!"

"What do you mean?" Yi Zhentian laughed mockingly, sat on the sofa opposite them, picked up the cigar on the table, took a puff, and slowly exhaled a puff of white mist before saying, "Old woman, so smart, Don't you know what I mean?"

"You—" Old Madam Sikong suddenly pushed away Haiyue and Li Hakka, and rushed to Yi Zhentian, holding Yi Zhentian tightly with her wrinkled and withered hands, her voice trembling, "You—back then The car accident was you—it was you! You killed my Lan Xi and Rui Lin!"

"Kill?" Yi Zhentian swung old lady Sikong away with such force that old lady Sikong fell heavily to the ground, hit her forehead on the table, and blood flowed out immediately!

Haiyue and Butler Li were startled at the same time, rushed forward to help old lady Sikong up, sat on the sofa, stopped the bleeding for old lady Sikong, and glared at Yi Zhentian.