End Queen Ye Wanying was accidentally killed and was reborn in the 80s, only to find she has become a mother all of a sudden!
That is not the least of it. From then on, 'Up to the Vermili...
As soon as he finished speaking, the man pulled out a finely crafted pistol from his military boots again and shouted, "If anyone the hell moves again, I'll shoot him!"
Now, the group of thugs who had been smashing things so enthusiastically immediately crouched down in fright.
That's a gun, a gun!
A single peanut can kill a person!
Who wouldn't be afraid?
Seeing everyone obediently squat down, including her ex-husband, Ye Yutang glanced at them as if they were dead before stepping forward to take Xiao Jiu down from the two terrified thugs. He then carried her back to Ling Jin before putting her down.
Xiao Jiu didn't refuse; as soon as she saw Ling Jin, she rushed over and hugged him, her voice trembling with tears:
"Mom, why are you back? This place is full of bad people! They're smashing our house!"
sweat....
It seems that Xiao Jiu has absolutely no fatherly affection for his biological father; he can be described as a bad person.
Ling Jin held her son in one arm and stroked his head with the other:
"Don't be afraid, Xiao Jiu. Mommy is back. Don't be afraid."
Ye Yutang naturally saw the mother and son acting this way. Then, he looked at the group of people on the other side, his gaze even colder, and pointed his pistol at the forehead of each of them.
It scared everyone so much that several of the more sensitive ones actually wet their pants, and a strange smell wafted through the yard.
Ye Yutang frowned, then walked directly towards Xiao Jiu's biological father.
The investigation materials clearly state how the man from the Guan family beat his wife.
Although Ling Jin wouldn't have returned if this man hadn't beaten his wife so badly she was practically smitten, Ye Yutang was grateful for that in any case.
However, when she thought of how her Jin'er had also been beaten by this man, she suddenly had the idea of killing him.
Fortunately, Ling Jin noticed something was off about Ye Yutang's eyes and immediately stepped in to stop him:
"Commander Ye, don't act rashly!"
If we were to kill these people, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble, and it would also get our hands dirty.
Upon hearing the sound, Ye Yutang naturally calmed down.
For people like Ye Yutang, when prisoners are brought into their hands, they often pray for a bullet, completely unwilling to endure the torture.
Death is a kind of liberation.
Seeing that everyone had finally calmed down, Ling Jin breathed a sigh of relief, tightly holding Xiao Jiu's hand as they walked over and stood in front of the man from the Guan family.
Perhaps it was the overwhelming presence of the man beside her that gave Ling Jin a strong sense of security. Looking at her ex-husband in this body, her gaze was cold and clear.
"Are you even human? Does it feel good to let your own son watch this?"
Ling Jin wasn't really worried about the things in her house being smashed; her biggest concern was that her child, who was in the lower grades, might be affected by witnessing such violence in the future.
Thinking of this, I really couldn't hold back anymore, so I went up and slapped him twice without any politeness.
This was actually the first time Ling Jin had ever hit someone.
The sound was crisp and clear to everyone, and Chief of Staff Ye watched with great pleasure and appreciation. When he looked at the man from the Guan family again, he no longer exuded such murderous intent.
"Where's Lao Wang?" he asked.
Who is Lao Wang?
The group looked at each other, completely taken aback.
Xiao Jiu immediately replied, "Uncle Wang went out to buy food for Xiao Jiu."
Otherwise, these scumbags wouldn't have had the opportunity to do evil here.
Even these few people combined are no match for Lieutenant Wang.
Ye Yutang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that his adjutant had escaped unharmed.
They are all comrades-in-arms who have fought side by side for decades. If something unexpected were to happen, who wouldn't worry?