My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

If Song Zhuolan's mother and son hit him, he wouldn't be so angry.

But Qian Song Zhuolan's mother shouldn't have done anything wrong, she should hit his old father, as well as his wife and son!

But when he thought of his old mother's death many years ago, Song Zhuohai understood that there was nothing Song Zhuolan couldn't do.

"The brush is stained with demonic energy, you know what you're at ease!"

As the words fell, Song Zhuohai smashed the brush directly on Ye Nanbo's face.

It's really not polite at all.

Ye Nanbo did not hide while supporting his mother, but frowned tightly, looking a little confused.

"uncle……"

"Don't call me that, I can't be your uncle, nor can I be your nephew."

Just as Ye Nanbo said two words, he was interrupted ruthlessly and decisively by Song Zhuohai.

Song Zhuohai had already determined that Ye Nanbo and Song Zhuolan were in trouble, and naturally he would not be deceived by his appearance.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if Ye Nanbo didn't know everything, he could definitely sense something.

Based on this alone, it is impossible for him to have no grudge against Ye Nanbo as before!

Without giving Ye Nanbo another chance to speak, Song Zhuohai pointed to the huge landscape painting hanging on the wall again.

She looked at Song Zhuolan, who was pale and resentful, "The frame of this painting is not only made of yin wood, but also stained with demonic energy, it is this painting of yours that killed your mother!

It was a waste of time for your mother to hurt you for so many years, and that's how you repaid her.

You are really good, Song Zhuolan! "

In the last words, Song Zhuohai almost shouted, and Song Zhuolan almost fell to the ground in fright.

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

Song Zhuolan seemed to finally be unable to bear it, and retorted with a shrill cry of collapse.

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

The mother's death was just a coincidence. She was already in poor health, and it was reasonable for her to die suddenly.

Yes it is a coincidence, just a coincidence! "

Song Zhuolan has been deceiving herself and others about what happened back then, and was unwilling to admit that she killed her own mother.

After more than 20 years of self-deception, she really made her self-deception succeed.

But now Song Zhuohai exposes the fact that she tried to cover up in person, and immediately breaks down a little.

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about."

Hearing his mother's words, Ye Nanbo secretly thought that it was not good, and quickly reminded his mother to stop talking nonsense.

Even if the mother was really the murderer of grandmother, she would never admit it.

Otherwise, not only would the Song family not support him anymore, but they would also turn against their mother and son.

If things really got to this point, his position in the Ye family would 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 is no Song family, he is afraid that he will be attacked on the back and back in the Ye family, and it will be difficult to move.

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

"Your mother isn't talking nonsense. She knows very well whether it's the grandmother she killed."

Song Zixuan, who had been a transparent person 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 all the blame on me, a baby who was only a few days old?"