Chapter 592

The old lady breathed, her face was very nervous, and her face was extremely gloomy. Yeling looked at her indifferently, which was probably the old lady's biggest knot. Her most proud son was killed in this way, which was naturally very unacceptable. The old lady doted on her eldest son most. People always say that everyone's first son is always different, and there is some truth in it. The old lady is like this.

Yeling slightly turned the wheelchair, "I'll tell you again, the lives on my hands have never had them. Believe it or not, it's up to you."

"Enough, there's no need to talk about it."

"Yes, there is really no need to talk about it." Yeling looked at her indifferently, "if you want to talk to me about industrial transfer, don't talk about it. There's no room to talk about it. My things will always be mine. Even if I die, they don't belong to others, grandma, do you understand?"

The old lady looked at him angrily, Yeling coldly called Zhong ran, and the two left together. The old lady looked at his back, "stubborn."

The harsh phone suddenly rang, and a cold voice came.

"How about the old lady?"

"Do it!"

"Don't regret it!"

The old lady hung up and stood in front of the window, silent for a long time.

The night mausoleum is like a thorn.

If you don't get rid of it, you really get rid of it. Who will you give this night's house to? Ye Tingyun? He won't be willing. Ye Yifan's family business will soon be ruined. Her second son is far from enough to support the whole family.

She is old. Does she have to cultivate grandchildren again?

In the racing field, ye Yifan came to see the racing car with children's paintings, and ADA followed children's paintings at every step. Ye Yifan is a racing driver. Although he is cynical and spreads money everywhere, he is a very powerful racing driver who has won several domestic awards. Today, he is taking children's paintings to experience the feeling of racing car. Because it is a friendly race, there are not so many rules. Ye Yifan pulled children's paintings and said with a smile, "Do you want to go to the front passenger seat to feel it? It's fun."

As for boys, no one can resist the temptation of racing cars, even children's paintings. It's really cool. He was very excited, but he shook his head with restraint, "I have heart disease, and I can't stand the shock, forget it."

"Well, you're in the VIP stand. Don't go far and watch me win the championship."

"Little uncle, come on!" Tong Hua cheered him on and stepped onto the VIP stand.

The VIP stand is on the second floor, and the view is very spacious. When children's painting passed, there were already people, but it's strange that there were only a few people in the big VIP stand. A middle-aged man in Tang costume was drinking tea slowly, and standing beside him were several men in black, all in sunglasses, looking very majestic. Children's painting and ADA were about to walk over, and a man reached out and stopped them.

"Outsiders are forbidden!"

Tong Hua frowned slightly. It was obviously a VIP stand. Since ye Yifan let him come, he must be able to see it. ADA took out the invitation, but the group didn't let go, "please change a place."

The man in Tang costume turned around. It was Gu Erye, who had met children's painting. He was slightly stunned, smiled and waved, "don't be rude, children's painting, come here."

The group was extremely obedient, quickly retreated, bowed and apologized.

A Ontario was a little unhappy, but the children's painting didn't think too much and walked over.

"Hello, uncle!"

"Long time no see." Gu Erye looked at him with a smile, and his attitude was extraordinarily gentle.