The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1199 The Hand of God
Chapter [-] The Hand of God
Ye Jincheng drank a few glasses of wine with Ye Jinfeng, and then asked Ye Feiyang to entertain the released brothers, while he hurried back to the Luo family garden.

He stepped into the hall with a sullen face, and saw his mother painting.

The woman is wearing a cheongsam, her long hair is coiled up, and she is pierced with a paintbrush, which not only outlines her slender figure, but also makes her more intellectually beautiful.

Ye Jincheng didn't appreciate his mother's youthfulness, so he took a few steps forward and said in a low voice:
"Mom, when will Qianqian do it?"

He was very straightforward: "I don't want to see Ye Fan again for a minute."

"what happened?"

"Ye Fan provoked you again?"

Luo Feihua didn't raise her head: "What about Qi Qingmei?"

Apparently she also had someone eyeing today's airport pick up.

"That woman forced me to marry me, but I declined, she got angry and got into Ye Fan's car to flirt."

Ye Jincheng let out a long breath: "I don't want to be the laughing stock of the whole city."

"Qi Qingmei is a profit-seeking woman. She can't be your woman, so she becomes angry and uses Ye Fan to stimulate you."

Luo Feihua smiled noncommittally: "Why are you talking to her? Just do your own thing."

"Could it be that you really like her?"

She still didn't raise her head, just holding the paintbrush and drawing seriously, gradually showing a kind and kind face.

"It's impossible for me to be with her, and my feelings for her have faded, but I can't tolerate her and Ye Fan in my eyes."

Ye Jincheng responded word by word: "Even if she plays with Ye Fan, I can't stand it."

"Everyone knows that she used to be my fiancée, and now fooling around with Ye Fan is tantamount to damaging my man's dignity."

He was very firm: "I would rather let her die than become a joke myself."

"You, sometimes you are extremely clever, and sometimes you are naive and incompetent."

Luo Feihua's brush fell on the face of the portrait, outlining a pair of deep eyes:

"Let Qi Qingmei die?"

"Although she is a discarded chess piece, she is also the nephew of the Qi family. If she dies, it will still cause waves."

"You are now at a critical moment. Once something bad comes out, I'm afraid it will affect your birthday party."

"Be patient."

"Did you bear it without seeing mom? I was the one who was slapped in the face by Ye Fan in public. Now I go out to chat with celebrities in the circle, and they will stimulate me intentionally or unintentionally."

"I'm so ashamed, why don't I just endure it?"

She calmly advised her son: "When we get what we want, it's not too late for us to settle the accounts one by one."

Luo Feihua hated Ye Fan and was grateful to Ye Fan. If it wasn't for his slaps, she would have been domineering after years of smooth sailing.

Now there is hatred in her heart, but it also makes her wiser, and she knows how to bear it again.

Ye Jincheng's voice sank: "If you can't move Qi Qingmei, then teach Ye Fan a lesson, right? How about Miaoshou Qianqian? How many days, why hasn't she done it yet?"

"Qianqian said that Ye Fan is too vigilant and hides a knife in his smile. She can't find a chance for a thunderbolt for the time being."

Luo Feihua continued to draw the nose of the portrait: "So I'm re-studying Ye Fan in the past few days, find his gap and fight to determine the world."

"It's also a piece of trash. After so many days, I haven't made any progress at all. I'm still researching..."

Ye Jincheng was in a bad mood: "I don't know if the name of her God's Hand was blown out by hired sailors."

"Don't say that about Qianqian."

Luo Fei's pretty face was slightly cold: "She has always regarded you as a relative."

"When I heard that she was doing something for you, I made a call, and she returned to Baocheng as quickly as possible."

She was alert to Ye Jincheng: "For this reason, she also risked being besieged and killed by the national police."

Ye Jincheng also knew that he had gone too far: "I'm sorry, Mom, I'm the one who spoke too harshly. I'll make it up to Qianqian some other day."

"Qianqian doesn't need you to make up for it. She just hopes that your brother will take over as soon as possible, and win face for the Ye family and the Luo family."

Luo Feihua's tone was indifferent: "You are the hope of many people, and also Qianqian's expectation."

"understand!"

Ye Jincheng tried his best to suppress his anger, and suddenly remembered something:
"I heard that Ye Fan rushed into Tongtian Temple and took away [-] milliliters of the old vegetarian's blood?"

Luo Feihua slowly stopped the paintbrush in her hand:

"That's right, Tang Ruoxue needed a blood transfusion for a blood collapse, but only the blood of the old Veterinarian was connected, so Ye Fan rushed up to ask for a tube of blood."

She revealed a trace of regret: "The two sides have fought, but it's a pity that there was no big fight, let alone endless death, otherwise Ye Fan would die."

"Why did the old master agree to that bastard Ye Fan?"

Ye Jincheng's anger came again: "Don't the old masters support me? How do you know that Ye Fan is my deadly enemy and still help?"

"And Ye Fan and Cihangzhai also have a bunch of holidays together?"

"The old master wants to shake hands with Ye Fan? Why doesn't he consider my feelings?"

From Ye Jincheng's point of view, if the old vegetarian did not help Ye Fan, Tang Ruoxue would die, and once Tang Ruoxue died, Ye Fan would fall apart.

So there was a trace of resentment in his heart.

"Bastard!"

Luo Feihua's pretty face sank: "What the old Veteran Master did was her own arrangement. Are you questioning?"

Ye Jincheng felt a bit annoyed: "It's not a doubt, it's just that I can't figure it out."

"Ye Fan rushed to kneel in front of the old vegetarian. If the old vegetarian didn't help, wouldn't it appear that she is cold-blooded and ruthless?"

Luo Feihua said lightly: "Besides, the old vegetarian didn't give Ye Fan a tube of blood for nothing. According to Zhuang Zhiruo, the old vegetarian controlled Ye Fan's life and death."

"This favor can make Ye Fan live or die."

"It's not a bad thing for us."

"As long as we continue to get the support of the old vegetarian, won't we be able to easily crush Ye Fan to death if we take this favor over?"

She added meaningfully: "Isn't it worth Ye Fan's life for a tube of blood?"

This looks really cost-effective.

Ye Jincheng's eyes flickered fiercely, as if he had pinched Ye Fan's life and death.

He sneered: "Doesn't this mean that we have a trump card?"

Luo Feihua nodded: "Almost, of course, don't let the old vegetarian down."

"I feel better now."

Ye Jincheng's voice was sharp: "But thinking of Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei messing around, I can't wait to kill them now."

"Why are you like a mad dog now, thinking of revenge in your heart, where is the wisdom and calm before?"

Luo Feihua stood up, slapped her son on the face with a slap and shouted:

"Do you know how many people sacrificed everything for you?"

"In order to welcome Ye Feiyang and the others back, Chen Qingyan gave Ye Fan the entire Jinyuan clubhouse."

"In order to come back to help you win back the lottery, Qianqian's billion-dollar business is not closed."

"You don't set your mind to grow up well, are you worthy of their efforts?"

"Pull and mobilize the whole body, now is the critical moment, can't you bear it any longer?"

For the first time, she was disappointed in her son and found that he had lost his former composure and was blinded by hatred and jealousy.

This also made Luo Feihua resent Ye Fan even more. If it weren't for this troublemaker, how could Baocheng be turbulent, and how could his son be anxious?

"Mom, I'm sorry, I drank too much."

Being slapped on the face by his mother like this, Ye Jincheng's body shook, feeling his mother's anger, he retreated like a tide.

He regained his composure, and bowed slightly to his mother: "I'll listen to you, be patient."

"It's not impossible if you have to vent your anger..."

Seeing her son bowing his head and admitting his mistake like this, Luo Feihua felt uncomfortable, reached out and rubbed his son's cheek, and said softly:
"Tomorrow afternoon, the representatives of the Jin family chaebol from the South Country will come over, and they are going to celebrate the birthday of Yemen Lord..."

(End of this chapter)