Chapter 115

If song zhuolan's mother and son had put their ideas on him, he would not be so angry.

But song zhuolan's mother shouldn't have made up her mind to his old father, his wife and son!

However, at the thought of his old mother's death many years ago, song zhuohai understood that song zhuolan couldn't do anything.

"The brush is made of dead baby's hair. You know what you want!"

As the voice fell, song zhuohai hit the brush directly on Ye Nanbo's face.

It's really not polite at all.

Ye Nanbo held his mother and did not hide. Instead, he frowned tightly, looking a little confused.

"Uncle..."

"Don't call me that. I can't afford to be your uncle or your nephew."

As soon as ye nanbocai uttered two words, he was ruthlessly and decisively interrupted by song zhuohai.

Song zhuohai has determined that ye Nanbo is in collusion with song zhuolan. Naturally, he will not be deceived by his appearance.

Ten thousand steps back, even if ye Nanbo doesn't know everything, he must be able to detect something.

On this alone, he can no longer have no objection to Ye Nanbo as before!

Without giving Ye Nanbo another chance to speak, song zhuohai pointed to the huge landscape painting hanging on the wall.

His eyes looked at Song zhuolan with great resentment, "the frame of this painting is all shade wood. It's your painting that killed your mother!

Your mother has hurt you for so many years in vain, and that's how you repay her.

Good, you are really good, song zhuolan! "

In the last words, song zhuohai almost roared out, frightening song zhuolan almost to the ground.

"No, no, no, no, it's not like this, no, it's not like this!"

Song zhuolan seemed unable to bear it at last. She burst into tears and retorted in a shrill voice.

"I didn't mean to kill my mother. I really didn't mean to kill my mother, no! No, no, no, I didn't kill my mother. I didn't kill her.

Mother's death was just a coincidence. She was in poor health, and it was reasonable to die suddenly.

Yes, it's a coincidence, just a coincidence! "

Song zhuolan has been deceiving herself and others about what happened that year. She is unwilling to admit that she killed her own mother.

After more than 20 years of self deception, she really succeeded in self deception.

But now Song zhuohai revealed to her face the facts she tried to cover up, and immediately some emotions collapsed.

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Hearing his mother's words, ye Nanbo secretly told his mother not to talk any more.

Even if the mother is really the murderer who killed grandma, it must not be admitted.

Otherwise, the Song family will not only no longer support him, but also turn against their mother and son.

If things really get to this point, his position in the Ye family will be unstable.

Over the years, he has been able to live smoothly in the Ye family thanks to the support of the Song family.

If there were no song family, he was afraid that he would be attacked back and forth in the Ye family.

Not to mention the position of Ye's deputy general manager, it is difficult to say whether he can continue to stay in Ye.

"Your mother doesn't talk nonsense. She knows very well whether she killed her grandmother or not."

Song Zixuan, who had been a transparent man for a long time, suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked towards song zhuolan step by step.

"My good aunt, how can you do it and plant all the charges on me, a baby just a few days old?"