Chapter 1230: Ye Jian’s suspicion is correct.

Chapter 1230, the suspicion of Ye Jian is correct.
The kitchen in the countryside was built to a large extent, and the roof was covered with blue tiles. When the fire was green, the smoke rose from the seams. Ye Jian added two pieces of wood to cook the porridge in the casserole. The fire shines on her face. The warm fire did not melt the coldness of her throat.
With a sigh of relief, I replied softly. "I know that now they don't dare to provoke big, and I won't hold it. Don't let the political review pass, so that your efforts are all in vain."
The old man sitting in the chair stared at the that he and Chen Dongfeng had cultivated. His face was low and coughing, and his face showed a rare dignity. He looked at the face of the forbearing Ye Jian, and said: "Grandpa will tell you. Things, Jane, you have to listen carefully. There is no eyebrows at the moment, even if you are a summer major, you can't easily tell them."
Ye Jianyi, "You said."
This said that even the porridge burned the burnt taste did not let Ye Jian return to God, or the roots of the old man put the casserole aside, looking at the pity and apparently still in the shock of Ye Jian.
"I am a little confused, Grandpa, a little... I don't understand." Ye Jian's voice was a panic, and the news was too big. She said that her mind was dizzy and she didn't figure out a clue.
Grandpa said that Grandpa and Grandma had entrusted their own son Ye Xinfan to Mrs. Ye, and as a result, Mrs. Ye lost her Ye Xinfan and exchanged her father.
Haven't let her digest and digest, and Grandpa Grandpa throws another bombing secret and tells her mother... It is very likely to be sacrificed because of the "Jade"!
Why is it so messy, so complicated... Even the sacrifice of my mother is not simple.
No, no, there is something wrong.
Ye Jian, who looked up from the panic, looked at the old man because of the cold and bright black sable. He whispered: "Grandpa, my dad died unexpectedly, my mother performed the mission and sacrificed. You still remember that Mrs. Ye’s wife during that time. What have you done?"
"Where is Ye Xiangxiang and Sun Yaozu? In the village, still outside?"
This time it was the turn of the old man who couldn’t understand. After a moment of contemplation, he replied: "Your father died, your mother died less than three months before and after, and I happened to have something in the army. When I came back, your mother’s relics were handed over to Sun Dongqing. With Ye Zhifan's hand."
"But it is certain that Mrs. Ye must be in the village. Ye Yixiang and Sun Yaozu did not return to the village. Jane Shantou, you ask this... What do you mean?"
"Grandpa, I suspect that my father's death has a great relationship with Mrs. Ye and Mr. Ye Yuxiang." Ye Jian pressed his mouth and smacked the tip of the sword. "No doubt before, more than forty before the college entrance examination." When Mrs. Tianye’s old lady came to school and wanted to forcefully move my account, I took out my parents’ photos with anger...

Speaking of this, Ye Jian only feels that his nephew is as dry as a knife. "I found that their mother and daughter did not dare to look at my dad's photo. Ye Xiangxiang is guilty. Mrs. Ye is glad, so I doubt me. Dad accidentally passed away... there is another hidden feeling."
The old man, who is not in love with his face, hears his words, his eyes are tight, and his face is cold. "Your dad died three months ago, your mother called me to say that she was going to perform a task and told me if she had any accidents. It may be related to a piece of jade in your hand. Jane's head, when your mother left the village, only the leaf wife knows, and your father left the village to go out to work, and only the leaf wife knows."
(End of this chapter)