Hearing Tang Ruoxue's voice, Ye Fan's heart sank and a hint of sadness appeared on his face.
Unexpectedly, Miss Tang, who was going to make a phone call with a braid, was really Tang Ruoxue.
If these people were really sent by her to deal with her, Ye Fan thought this was the biggest irony in life.
A sincere heart only brings resentment from women.
He calmed down and said softly: "Is it me?"
Hearing Ye Fan's voice, Tang Ruoxue couldn't stop trembling:
"Ye Fan!"
She was surprised and also had a hint of anger: "It's you?"
"Don't you really want me to make this call?"
Ye Fan's tone was filled with a hint of loneliness: "It's a pity that I still disappointed you."
He looked at the woman who fainted from braids and said, "Why did you do this to me?"
"I disappoint you? Why did I treat you like this?"
Tang Ruoxue's emotions were instantly ignited: "Why did you treat me like this? It was you who disappointed me!"
"In order to capture my mother, you can ignore my life and death, and I don't care whether I am alive."
"But can you think about Qiqi and the child?"
"If my mother hadn't taken action in time, I might have died on the spot, with one corpse and two lives."
She finally made up her mind to give birth to a child, but almost died in the attack of the Xiangyiwei, which she could not bear.
"child?"
Ye Fan refused to comment: "You cared about the child, and you wouldn't have fallen off the ground at the beginning."
"That's my fault, that's my fault, but I want to be born now."
Tang Ruoxue was angry: "Did I not care before? It doesn't matter now?"
“Do I have any so-called importance?”
Ye Fan was always worried about fake falls in the bathroom: "Didn't the child's life and death always remain in your mind?"
"Ye Fan, you bastard!"
Tang Ruoxue couldn't help but scream: "Okay, you don't care about the life and death of your child, but no matter how we say that we were also husband and wife in the past."
"Can you think about my feelings if you want to kill my mom?"
"My mother is sorry for you, but she deserves me. She saved us regardless of danger, but you want to capture her and kill her in front of me."
Tang Ruoxue vented his emotions: "Have you ever considered the feelings between Qiqi and me?"
She knew that her mother was wrong and guilty. If Ye Fan had not killed her in front of her, she would have understood Ye Fan.
But Tang Ruoxue instinctively resisted using her and her children as bait and attacked her in person.
Ye Fan sneered: "Lin Qiuling is extremely guilty, so it is natural to kill her!"
"Besides, if she had died of acupuncture in the hospital, there would be some other things there."
He wanted to say that Chu Zixuan's siege and kill had nothing to do with him, but he eventually lost interest in explaining.
With Tang Ruoxue's personality, what she believed could not be changed.
"Ye Fan!"
Tang Ruoxue laughed angrily: "Do you believe I didn't remove the needle? Do you believe I let my mother go?"
Ye Fan's tone was calm: "She is still alive!"
Tang Ruoxue said in a hurry: "Yes, yes, I let her go, I let her survive, are you satisfied?"
Ye Fan responded lightly: "She has harmed so many people and will definitely be killed."
Thinking of Lin Qiuling threatening herself with Jin Zhilin's people, Ye Fan felt a murderous intent in his heart.
"Kill, kill, I didn't stop you from killing, I couldn't stop you."
Tang Ruoxue was so angry: "You'd better kill me and the child, otherwise I will kill you in the future!"
"You really want to kill me."
Ye Fan had a hint of pain on his face: "Yes, in the past, you could join forces with Wang Qiaochu, but now it is normal for him to join forces with Chen Xiaodiu..."
"You don't have to worry about what I do now, and it's not your turn to care about it!"
Before Ye Fan could finish his words, Tang Ruoxue hung up the phone.
The sound of the beeping phone calls broke through time and space, and the feelings of grudges and hatred between each other.
Ye Fan stayed in place for a long time, and he woke up until a sea breeze blew in.
Looking at the four unconscious women with braids, Ye Fan felt that he should ask Tang Ruoxue carefully.
He never believed that this was sent by Tang Ruoxue to deal with him.
Just thinking about the accusations she had on the phone just now, Ye Fan lost the idea of questioning again, and was worried that it would continue to stimulate the child and hurt him.
Ye Fan was exhausted about Tang Ruoxue.
Then, he picked up his cell phone and called out:
"Four Princesses, Chen Xiaodiu is in the Fuai Orphanage..."
Ye Fan reminded him: "I want to live!"
As the lights began to rise, the dusk was gathering, and the sky in the port city became gloomy. Not only did the sea breeze grow, but thunder sounded.
The typhoon in autumn is coming again.
This weather not only makes pedestrians hurriedly return home, but also makes the Fuai Orphanage waiting for demolition even more lonely.
After operating an orphanage for more than 40 years, after losing the children and volunteers in contact, he was indescribable in a remote corner.
Even if the street lights at the door are on, they will only dispel a little darkness and cannot warm the orphanage.
When the sea breeze whistled into the orphanage, the entrances to the alleys on both sides were blocked by two construction vehicles.
Several men with engineering maintenance marks were well trained and chaotic.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of black shadows pressed towards the orphanage, wrapped in windbreakers and holding weapons, very cold.
"Wang——"
A stray dog who picked up food was so scared that he ran to the end of the street with his tail stomped in his arms.
An indescribable murderous intent gradually condensed on this night.
The gate of Fuai Orphanage was not locked, but the hole was opened, revealing the depth inside, looking calm.
But for some reason, the man with windbreaker approached looked at the deserted yard and his footsteps were uncontrollably stagnant.
"cough--"
At this moment, a cough suddenly came from behind.
The stagnant crowd shook, and then they gritted their teeth and rushed into the yard one by one.
Someone crawled over the wall, thirty-two people, full of murderous auras, and were holding an axe in their hands.
Behind the man in the windbreaker was the cold-looking Butler Ruan.
Still white hair, full of energy.
In order to complete the task smoothly and to show sincerity, Ye Fan released Butler Ruan.
Soon, dozens of people flocked to the orphanage and then scattered in a tacit way.
Their eyes were staring at the people in the yard.
That was the look of the hunter after seeing the prey.
Butler Ruan walked up from behind and was slightly stunned.
In his vision, Shen Xiaodiu did not hide or hide, but instead stood in front of a wall in the yard.
There was a bonfire in front of him, and a roasted lamb was built on it.
The fragrance is everywhere.
Chen Xiaodiu held a bottle of vodka in his left hand and a burnt wooden stick in his right hand.
While he was painting a sunflower on the wall, he was rumbled with vodka.
Extremely comfortable.
Butler Ruan glanced at the sunflower. The sunflower that occupied a wall was almost finished, and only a few petals in the middle were not completed.
Although the burnt wooden stick is only one black, the outlined sunflowers are not only lifelike, but also give people a sense of vitality.
If it weren't for the blood in Shen Xiaodiao's clothes and the few bandages wrapped around his back, it would have made people unable to believe that he had suffered gunshot wounds.
Butler Ruan looked at it and waited for Chen Xiaodi to finish it, then took a step forward.
He spoke respectfully: "Mr. Chen!"
Dozens of windbreakers approached tacitly, blocking the way Chen Xiaodiu fled.
"You'll find it."
Chen Xiaodiu coughed, but did not stop the wooden stick in his hand, and still slowly outlined the lines.