Chapter 507： oriole behind

Ye Zhiguo was even more annoyed in his heart, but he didn't show it at all, and said to the old lady, "Mom, I'll go to the hospital to pick up Yanhong and them."

"What to pick up, she has no feet herself?"

The old lady's face suddenly darkened, and she scolded her son.

Ye Zhiguo didn't say a word, and he didn't bother to explain. He couldn't tell the old lady. If it was just Shen Yanhong, of course he wouldn't pick it up, but with his own son, Ye Hua, of course he was worried.

Ye Zhiguo rode a motorcycle out the door, the old lady pouted her lips secretly, she was very unhappy, her son contradicted her for the Sao Widow several times, and he didn't respect her as much as before. Get away from her!

The depressed old lady glared fiercely at Ye Lan, who shrank aside. It was the Hu's house that Ye Lan took the police to.

The old lady originally wanted to scold Ye Lan for venting her anger, but when she thought of the thousand dollars on her body, she decided to hide the money first, as money was the most important thing. Ye Lan was relieved when she saw the old lady entering the room, and she planned to go back to the room. But after thinking about it for a while, she quietly walked to the old lady's room.

The dead old woman hid so much money, all of it was hers, including her dowry money, and her wages...all of it was hers.

Ye Lan gritted her teeth, Lu Qingquan's withdrawal must have been due to the 5,000 yuan betrothal gift. It's a pity that half of the 5,000 yuan has been spent, but it's better than all, and the dead old woman also knocked out a thousand yuan tonight. come back!

If she can get the money and give it back to Brother Qingquan, Brother Qingquan will definitely obey her like before, Ye Lan gritted her teeth again, her eyes became firm.

The door of the old lady's room was left open, so Ye Lan took courage and quietly opened the door a little, and through the gap, she could see clearly what was going on in the old lady's room.

Ye Lan was so nervous that her whole body was sweating, holding her breath, staring at the old lady without blinking, for fear of missing something.

The old lady never expected that there would be someone staring at the door. She was completely immersed in the excitement of hiding money. She moved the bed away and lifted a brick, revealing a dark hole. The old lady reached in and took out A tightly wrapped bag came out.

Ye Lan was so excited that she could hear her heartbeat. She had lived in this room for several years, but she didn't realize that the bricks behind the bed were actually moving. This dead old woman is really tricky to hide things, no wonder her mother couldn't find it.

Shen Yanhong took advantage of the time when the old lady was shopping for groceries, came to this room countless times, but found nothing.

The old lady untied the cloth bag, wrapping it layer by layer, at least five layers of cloth, and finally revealed the money inside. The old lady picked up the money and folded it with the thousand yuan tonight, and her fingers were stained. Saliva, counted quickly lips murmured.

Ye Lan also counted with the old lady's fingers. The old lady's fingers were like dancing, very fast. Fortunately, after she counted three times, Ye Lan could be sure that with the thousand dollars tonight, the old lady actually had four Thousands of dollars.

Ye Lan's heart almost jumped out of her throat, the dead old woman has so much money!

The old lady counted it again, with a satisfied look on her face. Her biggest wish was that the granary was filled with grain and the hole in the wall was filled with banknotes.

Now this wish has basically come true, and the old lady is 100 satisfied with her current life.

Except for Shen Yanhong's family, the old lady was heartbroken. She would be more satisfied if this family were driven away!

The old lady wrapped the money layer by layer, put it into the hole in the wall, carefully filled it with bricks, and returned the bed to its original position.

Ye Lan didn't dare to look anymore, and tiptoed up to the third floor, thinking about it in her heart.

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