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The three hundred and seventieth chapters go to sleep if they disagree

But this does not make her reason for hurting Xiaojiu.

Qi Ye's eyes were cold and cold: "Lan, do you know how Lin Yuan's injury came about?"

Ye Weilan's heart moved, looked back at him, and listened to his tone, there was still inside information.

"Not all women know how to judge the situation like you," Qi Ye's black eyes flashed a cold light: "Lin Yuan is so stupid that she hit the gun!"

Looking at his wife's slightly puzzled eyes, Qi Ye added: "Lin Xuan had arranged a way out for her, but she ran back by herself without knowing that she would have something to do next."

Ye Weilan understood that it was believed that the young birds who had just started making low-level mistakes, thinking that they could turn the tide with their own strength, but the result was sad.

Lin Yuan paid the most painful price for her momentary stupidity.

Ye Weilan relaxed a little and smiled at Qi Ye: "Thank you for saving your life back then."

Lin Yuan’s experience evoked some memories of her childhood.

Qi Ye's expression was intriguing, and her starry eyes were fixed on her: "I don't even remember it."

Miss Ye blinked and accidentally poked the eldest young master's sore spot. What should I do?

"Come and go to bed." Qi Ye picked her up and walked towards the bed.

Miss Ye is embarrassed.

Sleep if you disagree...

In the exquisite room, Lin Yuan sat under the light, and there was a doll on her bed, holding a knife in her hand, cutting it at the doll one by one.

The woman's eyes were flashing with ferocious viciousness, and the crazy hatred rolled, cut, cut, cut, chop...

The woman stopped until the doll was chopped out of recognition.

Looking at the doll's faces broken into pieces, she smiled coldly, threw away the knife, walked gently in slippers, and said with a gentle tone: "Brother~"

...

The next evening, this fragmented rag doll appeared in Qi Ye's office.

Qi Ye threw him in front of Lin Xuan and raised his thin lips coldly: "You still want to tell me that she has no problem?"

Lin Xuan stared at the thing in front of him with a ugly face. Even if he was biased, he could not deny that a normal woman could not do such a distorted thing.

"I don't need to teach you what to do next." Qi Ye's light pupils were not filled with emotion.

Lin Xuan looked straight into Qi Ye's eyes and suddenly knelt down on one knee, his face condensing: "Boss, please let her have a way out."

In so many years, Lin Xuan has made a request to Qi Ye for the first time.

After all, he was the only relative, and he couldn't watch her die.

Qi Ye smiled coldly: "She will hurt Lan and Xiaojiu!"

A hint of hardness flashed across Lin Xuan's eyebrows, but the corners of his lips curled up: "If it really reaches that point, I will send her on the way with my own hands!"

Ning Yuan, who had always been a transparent person, suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his blue eyes: "Lin Yuan is just a chess piece, and the talents behind her are worth exploring."

A mere Lin Yuan can’t make waves under Qi Ye’s nose.

The quiet voice brought out heavy topics.

Lin Xuan looked at him gratefully.

Qi Ye leaned lazily on the sofa with his slender legs, put a finger on his forehead, and began to ponder.

Lin Yuan had a problem, he knew it from the beginning.

But as Ning Yuan said, even if she was jealous and resentful, in Demon Night City, the danger was equal to zero.

What Qi Ye cares about was the medicines found from Lin Yuan’s room.
Chapter completed!
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