She is the son-in-law of a wealthy family

Chapter 34 The cinnabar mole in Bai Yueguang's heart

Wei Sichen looked at the young man's clear gaze, and said warmly, "I know."

knowledge?

Do you know that Ye Lin doesn't have the guts to kill someone?
Or do you know that a person who is about to marry into a wealthy family cannot be so stupid as to destroy his career?

A strange color flashed quietly in Ye Lin's eyes, and he turned his head to look at the passing scenery outside the window. The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was clear and clear.

After a moment.

"I didn't kill people," she said, her tone was calm but calm, "Why should I hide?"

Only the real murderer will hide in the dark gutter without seeing the light.

Wei Sichen stared at the young man's silhouette, his eyes gradually blurred, and a little bit of tenderness melted away, like lingering spring water dotted with the starlight of a summer night, and he didn't take it back for a long time.

"Okay, as you like."

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It's one thing to say it calmly, but it's another thing to actually face it.

After all, not everyone can calmly listen to your analysis and reasoning, especially a mother who just lost her daughter.

Ye Lin understands the state of being heartbroken and on the verge of collapse.

When she was approaching Biyong Middle School, she saw the mother kneeling in front of the school gate holding a sign.

A banner was tied to the iron fence behind him, with white characters on a black background, vowing to seek justice for his daughter.

"Stop here, I'll get off right here."

When there was still some distance from the school gate, the car pulled over and stopped.

Ye Lin opened the door and got out of the car.

Wei Sichen called to stop her: "Ye Lin."

Ye Lin subconsciously turned her head, and a beam of golden light fell on the top of her head, invading the corners of her eyes and brows, dazzling and arrogant.

Wei Sichen was shaken for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly.

There seemed to be something stirring violently in the dark as ink eyes.

The hand that was placed beside her was raised suddenly, as if she wanted to reach out to someone, but stopped abruptly.

He picked up his schoolbag: "Here."

"Oh, thank you." Feeling a little confused, Ye Lin took the schoolbag and thanked him, then closed the car door, "Goodbye."

Wei Sichen quietly clenched his hands by his side, with a gentle smile on his face: "I'll come and pick you up at noon."

go home?The Wei family is not her home.

Ye Lin straddled his schoolbag over his shoulders: "Don't worry about it, I want to stay at school to study at noon, after all, the college entrance examination is coming soon."

"I'll pick you up at noon." Wei Sichen didn't seem to hear what she said at all, and repeated what she said before.

Gentle, but does not allow resistance.

The black car had already left.

Ye Lin's schoolbag also changed from being neatly straddled on his shoulders to being casually carried on his shoulders.

She put one hand into her school uniform trouser pocket, the smile on her lips gradually faded, and her eyes were deep.

"Hmph, there is still an old cinnabar mole in Bai Yueguang's heart!"

Looking at her with the eyes of others, still so affectionate and persistent, gentle and tender, does it really mean that Ye Lin's EQ and IQ are all negative?
Even if Grandpa has a cinnabar mole on his face, it is absolutely impossible for you to use that mole as a substitute.

One day, I will point out that mole of yours for you, and stamp it with my grandfather's stamp!

Ye Lin also spent her high school days in Biyong Middle School, so she is no stranger to this place.

She didn't intend to walk through the main gate of the school.

Although the girl who fell to her death was not killed by Ye Lin, she is indeed not suitable to appear in front of the deceased's family now.

Ye Lin took one last look at the middle-aged woman kneeling on the ground, then turned around and turned towards the back door of the school.

As soon as he turned into the back alley, Ye Lin frowned, and his legs became a little stiff.

Not quite right!
"Tsk, can't you?"

She muttered, hurried a few steps and got into a nearby public toilet.

Soon, an extremely depressed syllable came out from behind the closed compartment door——

"Fuck!"

　It is strongly stated that there is no stand-in stalking in this article, and it is absolutely clean both physically and mentally (strong desire to survive) for men and women!

　　The content of the chapter has been changed again, let's go back and read it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)