Ye Weilan decisively retreated, closed the door, and ignored the people outside the door completely.

Ye Anran leaned against the trunk of the tree, smiling wildly; "I have a secret here to tell you, are you really not interested in what Qi Ye?"

With a thud, Ye Weilan opened the door again, stood on the steps with his arms in his arms, and raised his chin; "Tell me, look."

The so-called losing person cannot lose the formation.

Ye Anran did not expose her bluff, but changed to a more comfortable standing position, looked up at the green leaves, and asked, "You are not curious about the problems that the descendants of the Ye family have, why don't your husband?"

Although neither party is willing to admit it, Qi Ye is Ye Wushang's son, which is an irreversible fact.

Ye Weilan had similar concerns before. When she heard Ye Anran say this, she sighed relieved. It turned out that Qi Ye really didn't have it.

She raised her eyebrows and said gloatingly: "Isn't this very obvious? The biggest difference between you and him is that Qi Ye, my family has a gentle and beautiful mother, and your mother is not a good thing. It would be strange if the evil and the evil are combined together, it would be better to give birth to good."

Genetically speaking, this is definitely a good idea.

Ye Anran laughed out loud, not angry at her words at all, nodded and said, "It makes sense, but as far as I know, that kid is not lucky. He died at the age of three, and then became a virus experimental subject. Not only did he live inexplicably, he will never invade all poisons from now on. Compared to the genes you said that follow your mother, I prefer that he was changed by the acquired day."

Ye Weilan narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"

"The expression of self-deception is not suitable for you," Ye Anran smiled. "Without my Ye family's genes, he would never be able to live to this day by relying on the inheritance of that woman. Whether you want to or not, you must admit this."

Ye Weilan glared at him and sneered: "What if Qi Ye really inherited it? He is very good, nothing happened. Unlike you, the poor people who use cruel means to torture innocent people in their misfortune!"

"This is what I want to say. He clearly inherited it, but he had nothing to do. Where did the mistake in the middle come from?" Ye Anran's eyes glanced at her up and down like an x-ray.

Ye Weilan had the illusion of not wearing clothes. Her anger was unconcealed and she smiled and said, "There is no way, my Qi Ye is lucky. You can't envy you, don't accept it, hold it in your arms!"

Ye Anran ignored her provocation and stared into her eyes: "I was wondering, will this have something to do with you? I have heard of Ou Ting's special bloodline. Maybe it was because he married you that he got rid of it..."

Ye Weilan smiled sweetly: "So what? In short, the final result is that Qi Ye is fine. He has neither painful worries nor destiny. He lives faster than you.

Ye Anran listened to her show-off, her smile deepened, and she didn't say anything, but her eyes showed a hint of plundering cruelty.
Chapter completed!