The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Sun Dongqing gave a light "hum" in disdain, and replied, "Now I think your family is punished" and left with pride, but Ye Zhixiang was half dead and almost fainted.

"Second brother, look for yourself, see what kind of virtue she has! Mom passed away without even a single tear, and she still spoke sarcastically!" Now, Ye Zhixiang could only think of Ye Zhifan.

However, Ye Zhifan did not have any sadness. Sun Dongqing had suffered a lot at the hands of Mrs. Ye when she first married, and now it is understandable for her to relieve her anger.

Thinking of the business, Ye Zhifan, whose anger had subsided a lot, said lightly: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws. Is it possible that you can still cry when you are sad?"

The sudden death of Mrs. Ye was a normal thing for Ye Zhifan. After being paralyzed for so long and her temper was so irritable, the doctor reminded him several times to persuade the old lady. If he continued to be irritable, he would definitely have a second stroke. There will be life-threatening times.

He heard it but didn't remember it in his heart.

In addition to Ye Jian hating her the most, Ye Zhixin also hated her.

After receiving a call from Ye Zhixiang saying that the old lady had suffered a stroke again, he simply excused himself to stay far away, and it would take several hours to get back, in order to delay the time and not want to send this vicious old lady to her death, let alone hear any dying words.

Ye Zhixiang couldn't accept Ye Zhifan's indifference, and looked at her in disbelief, "Brother, you...how can you...So, mom treats you...it's much better than big brother!"

Is it better for him than for Ye Xinfan?

Ye Zhifan sneered softly, "I know how to avoid your mother's anger. I'm a little smarter than Ye Xinfan. Otherwise, it's your mother's punching bag."

Ye Zhifan, who didn't want to talk about history, had a cold expression and a business tone, "I don't have much time to handle your mother's funeral, and I plan to hand it over to the etiquette company. Today, the 30th anniversary of the new year, you have to go back to your grandson. During the Chinese New Year, your mother's funeral will be dealt with after the new year, and then I will do it all without you, a married woman."

Although people take tea to cool off, he has been pretending for so long and doesn't mind pretending to be a "filial son" for a few more days.

Ye Zhixiang felt a little better when she heard these words, and then heard him ask: "Now tell me something about Sun Yaozu, tell me everything you know, and I can say hello to the police and ask them to Check carefully."

"Tell me how he recovered his identity? I need to start investigating from here to see if someone is using Sun Yaozu to do illegal things."

To put it in a high-sounding manner, in fact, I just want to confirm the doubts I have always had in my heart.

Ye Zhixiang, who hesitated for a while, still told what she knew one by one, "He came back drunk that day and told me that if you dare to do something in the future, he will make you unable to eat. There are nobles to help, and the condition is to let Yaozu keep an eye on you."

"But later, I saw Ye Jian's dead girl appeared on the tower with the country's leaders, and then was smashed into the hospital by your good daughter. I forgot about it."

Ye Zhifan's face became dark and unclear. He only guessed that it might be the person who helped Sun Yaozu, but he didn't expect that the person even asked him to monitor him.

When Ye Zhifan left the hospital, his heart was still tumbling, and he didn't stay quiet for half a second.

On the New Year's Eve, Ye Zhifan's family was doomed to be unhappy, and Ye Jian, who returned to the sniper base, made dumplings with the officers and soldiers, and had a happy New Year's Eve.