The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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His face turned red instantly and became extremely ugly.

Ye Hao guessed that Li Qin would be this attitude, this old woman has always been like this.

"I'm looking for Mo Yixuan, someone else?"

"he is not here!"

Li Qin snorted coldly, and his frowns all saw the disgust.

"Let's go, you are not welcome here." She shook her hand, and then the crutch in her hand fell fiercely to the ground.

She fell down some time ago, and her condition became worse. Now her legs and feet are inconvenient, she has some instability in walking, and has no strength to quarrel.

Ye Hao did not move half a step.

"I'm looking for him about repairing the grave of my ex-wife. So, let me call you back and get him back as soon as possible."

Ye Hao tried to be as polite as possible, and he did not want to fight. Where is he still arguing now?

Li Qin heard what he said about the tomb repair. Some complex emotions seemed to flash in her eyes, but soon she stretched her face again, with a very bad tone:

"The tomb has been repaired, Ye Hao, please remember that He Xiyan disappeared and was killed after divorce from you. It has nothing to do with our Mo family. We repair her tomb in the face of Yuanyuan.

Li Qin said with a displeased expression, also trying to figure out what. The former daughter-in-law had left Mo's house for more than two years. She believed that even if she committed suicide, she could not have any relationship with Mo's.

Ye Hao didn't know why Li Qin said so, he just felt chest pain. He didn't refute anything, just turned around and looked at the heavy rain outside, and the lightning and thunder that flashed from time to time.

His mood was such a terrible weather.

The Mo's door opened again, and a black Rolls-Royce entered.

Soon, a man came out of the garage.

A man with the same solemn look and no smile on his face.

Mo Yixuan was a lot thinner, and his clothes seemed to be at least a size larger. He pursed his lips, and the thick dark circles around his eyes could tell that he hadn't taken a good rest recently and was very sloppy.

He saw Ye Hao standing at the door. After walking over, he made a pleased gesture.

Ye Hao followed him to the living room on the first floor.

The TV in the living room is on, and a recently-popular urban light comedy is still being watched by Li Qin.

Mo Yixuan picked up the remote control and turned off the TV directly.

Then he pointed to the sofa aside and motioned to Ye Hao to sit down.

The two men looked at each other and still hated each other, but this hatred and hatred were diluted in the face of great sadness.

Because they just kill each other, they can't change the fact that the person they love is missing and is likely to be killed.

"What did you salvage? Why didn't you find the bones to repair the tomb?" Ye Hao opened his door and saw the mountain. There was a hint of husky and eagerness in the voice.

These days, it can be said that he is in a state of horror. He wants to get news from the police on the one hand, and he is afraid, on the other hand, afraid to hear the news that he is least willing to hear, and he is afraid that the police will ask him to have an autopsy one day.

Mo Yixuan was sitting on the sofa like a sculpture. Not far away, his son Yuan Yuan was sitting on the ground playing with toys. He looked at his son, the only child he and He Xiyan had, and his eyes were extremely cold. Sadness and pain.

"She's dead." He spoke suddenly and heavily, his voice as if forced out of his throat.