Chapter 1190

Ye Fei's eyes were red and swollen. She nodded and looked at Ye Ya deeply. Then she left the room with Su Mo Han's help.

As soon as they left the room, Su Mohan said in a deep voice: "block this place until the police come. No one is allowed to enter. At the same time, reporters are invited to make the whole process public."

"Yes, young master." The Black Hawk answered.

After ye Fei walked out of the room, Su Mohan helped her to the hall on the first floor and took off her suit and put it on her body: "don't be afraid."

Ye Fei looks at the skirt dyed red by blood and the bloodstain on her hands. The whole person can't help shaking.

At this time, ye Xiaotian and Hanwen, who had been taken by Chu Zheng, came running over. Seeing the blood on Ye Fei's body, ye Xiaotian couldn't help but stop staring at her.

Hanwen's classmates opened their eyes and looked up and down at Ye Fei. He couldn't help but say, "aunt imperial concubine? Are you hurt? "

On Hanwen's clear eyes, ye Fei's nose was sour, and her tears fell again.

Hanwen stood in place and scratched the back of his head. He turned his head and looked at Ye Xiaotian. He said softly, "how did aunt Fei cry?"

Su Mohan looks at Chu Zheng with some dissatisfaction, and gives him a look. Chu Zheng lowers his head in shame, and immediately ignores the feelings of the two little guys, and takes people away recklessly.

Su Mohan called for a basin of hot water, and then took a hot towel to help her wipe her face, and then wiped her hands clean, and then spoke softly.

"Don't think about it. Tell me what happened when you went in."

Although it is asking questions, Su Mo Han's heart has been a faint guess, is always with a touch of anxiety in his eyes.

Leaning in his arms, ye Fei gradually calmed down a little bit, and began to knock on the door until the later things, very detailed with Su Mohan.

Su Mo Han's face was gloomy for a few minutes, but he couldn't help opening his mouth again: "did you touch that dagger after you went in?"

Ye Fei shook her head: "no, when I saw Ye Ya's injury, I planned to call someone, but she held me, and then I put her head on her lap and listened to her talk."

Su Mo Han narrowed her eyes and asked again: "you said she told you to be careful of Ye Ting?"

Ye Fei nodded, and gradually began to return to her mind. She said uneasily, "Su Mo Han, do you think People will think of me as a murderer? "

Su Mo Han kisses her forehead and says again: "it's not that others will treat you as a murderer, but this is a frame up."

The leaf imperial concubine is tiny a Zheng, did kill Ye ya just to blame her?

Let her be charged with murder again?

Or destroy what she has once again?

Let her spend six years in prison again Sixty years

At the thought of this, ye Fei began to fear for no reason. She never thought about the dark days, the days supported by hatred. She couldn't give up Su Mohan or Xiaotian

She doesn't want, she doesn't want

The tears on Ye Fei's cheek rolled uncontrollably, tightly pursed her lips, and held Su Mo Han's hand a little bit.

Aware of her uneasiness, Su Mohan gently comforted: "don't be afraid, even if it's not easy to get the blame. In those years, you were sent to prison innocently, but because someone bought the police and the judge. This time, I was there. If there was no conclusive evidence, no one would want to take you away from me."