Everyone in the capital said that no one in the Ye family's little ancestor could be brought down - until she hit the accelerator and knocked "Ye Yama" away.
Yan Fang, the living king of hell in the special forces, shot in the head without blinking an eye, but was forced by the old man to marry his wife: three years, stabilize her, and stabilize your life.
Ye Zhiyao smiled like a poisonous little rose: "Brother Bing, help me seize the family property, and I will let you go free when the time comes."
He thought it was just for fun, but he dug into her gun cabinet and found the "First Love" military tag he had shot with his own hands - in the photo, there was a mole missing from the corner of her eye.
On the wedding night, she leaned over and blew into his ear: "Remember, whoever is tempted first will die first."
Before the red candle was extinguished, the Ye family's old house exploded. My brother, who had been missing for three years, walked out of the fire and waved the bridal handcuffs in his hand at him: "Brother, I have made a reservation for your wife."
In a pool of blood, Ye Zhiyao raised the USB flash drive and smiled wildly and sweetly: "The drug lord is my grandfather, your brother is the accomplice, and you - the scapegoat."
Yan loaded the bullet, but could not pull the trigger: the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the lips he had just kissed.
Baby kiss? No, it's a doll's grave.
Within three years, whoever escapes will die, and whoever loves first will go to hell.
Turn to the next page, guess what--
