You Are My Rare Passion

He was angry and angry, ashamed and angry, as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle in his heart, but he could only pretend nothing had happened, and waved his hands: "Forget it, forget it, since he is your brother Xiang's grandson, Naturally, it will be taught by your brother Xiang himself, can I really compete with you for my grandson?"

Mr. Xiang said: "Then I would like to thank my brother!"

Qin Huilan looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief, and said to Mr. Xie unwillingly: "Dad! Is that all? Momo's face is ruined! What will happen to Momo's rest of her life? Dad..."

"What else?" Mr. Xie pointed at Ling Yue with a stern face, "Look for yourself, this kid is only eight years old, what can I do with him? Send him to a labor camp, and the labor camp won't accept him. How can I return him?" Can you change all the laws of the country for him?"

Qin Huilan was trembling with anger, her face was ferocious, and she roared angrily: "I want to ruin his face too! Tit for tat, he disfigured my daughter, I want to ruin his face too!"

"If you have the ability, come and ruin my face!" Ling Yue kept his body straight, without any expression of fear on his face, he fixedly looked at her and said, "Since I did it, I'm not afraid! You ruined my face!" My face, I don't regret what I did to Xie Yumo! I am not afraid of my face being destroyed, even if you destroy my face, I will live well. When I grow up and have the ability, I will I will send all those who have harmed me to hell!"

His voice is obviously nice, and his small appearance is obviously finely crafted, as clear and beautiful as an ice doll.

But looking at him like that, Qin Huilan felt cold all over, the back of her neck was cold, and she felt shivering.

She was actually frightened by a child of a few years old!

Because her subconscious mind told her that what Ling Yue said was true.

As long as he grows up and has the ability, he will send all those who have harmed him to hell.

play hard.

Being stared at by Ling Yue's dark, deep, bottomless gaze, Qin Huilan felt like a chilling cicada.

She seemed to be strangled by someone, she opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Ling Yue glanced at her contemptuously, then lowered his head.

His hair was black and soft, and half of his neck was white and thin, as if it could be broken with a light touch.

He lowered his head, lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eyes, weak and docile, how can he have the half-dreadful look just now?

Qin Huilan couldn't tell whether she was angry or afraid, she was trembling all over.

Mr. Xie scolded her angrily: "What bastard are you talking about? A child of how old, who do you ask to scratch his face? Are you yourself? If you scratch his face, you will go to jail. Do you dare?"

Qin Huilan froze.

Of course she didn't dare.

Why is she going to jail?

She went to jail, what about her two daughters?

Mr. Xie continued to question: "You don't dare, do you? You dare not ask who to row for you? Bodyguards? Or Tongtong and Momo?"

"Let me tell you, whether it's a bodyguard, Tongtong or Momo, as long as you let them do it, you are the mastermind, and you still have your share in jail! If you really dare to scratch his face, I will respect you With a motherly heart, she dares to do anything for her daughter, so you should draw a line for me!"

Qin Huilan's face was pale and pale, and she was on the verge of falling.

How dare she?

How could she go to jail?

If she is really sentenced and goes to prison, Xie Wenhui will definitely divorce her, and the rest of her life will be over.

Even if Xie Wenhui didn't divorce her, would life in prison be easy?