Sweet pet sweet wife: President, please sign the divorce

Ye Guiwan might have a key somewhere.

Ye Guiwan didn't even know what happened, but she was sure that Ke Shubai must have done something good.

This is the first time Ye Guiwan has faced Ke Shubai's cruelty directly after many years.

For Seventeen, who has been with him for so long, he can do this.

So what about her and Ye Shanglu?

Ye Guiwan didn't dare to think about it anymore, and he didn't have time to think about it anymore.

The key now is to solve the Seventeenth matter, it should be said to be about Zihan's matter.

If Tan Zihan was not sent to the hospital, she would die.

"I don't have a key..."

Hearing Ye Guiwan's answer, Tan Ziyue seemed to go crazy, and began to tear the iron chain vigorously, trying to break it apart.

Ye Guiwan felt that something was wrong with Tan Ziyue's state, so she hugged her quickly.

"Sister Ziyue, calm down, you will deepen Shi Qi's wound."

Not only was Tan Ziyue's action useless, but it was a secondary injury to Tan Zihan's wrist.

Tan Ziyue felt like being struck by lightning, and then almost collapsed in Ye Guiwan's arms.

Ye Guiwan heard Tan Ziyue's voice in pain.

"What is Shiqi over there? She is my sister Zihan."

With the final word, Ye Guiwan's guess was confirmed.

Xiaobai, what are you doing?

Tan Ziyue gently broke away from Ye Guiwan's restraint, and then touched Tan Zihan's almost thin and out-of-shape cheek.

The voice was as soft as a whisper, "Zihan, look at my sister."

The hanged man made no response.

Those vivid eyes in memory were ashen, as if something was blocking her connection with the past.

"How did that happen?"

Tan Ziyue didn't know who she was asking, or she was asking herself.

How could her sister become like this?

The wound on Tan Zihan's wrist opened again, and new blood gushed out where the blood had dried up.

Tick ​​tock, falling on the uncarpeted floor, like someone crying.

The maid standing at the door couldn't stand the stimulation, so she yelled and ran downstairs.

Ye Guiwan's mind was in a mess, not knowing what to do.

Tan Ziyue wiped away her tears, took out her mobile phone and made a call.

"Haoyi, I found Zihan!"

"She's hanging now."

While talking, Tan Ziyue took another look at Tan Zihan who was hanging, and her heart ached a lot.

The reason why she was so persistent in finding Tan Zihan back was that no one knew the reason except the late Tan's parents.

It's just because if it wasn't for Tan Ziyue back then, Tan Zihan wouldn't have gone out that day, and wouldn't have left without returning.

It would be great if Tan Zihan didn't go out that day.

Tan Ziyue thought of this countless times in her heart.

But money is hard to buy, I knew it earlier.

All regrets in the world are irreparable.

"I'll send you the address right away."

After explaining Tan Zihan's situation, Tan Ziyue hung up the phone after leaving this sentence.

Ye Guiwan knew Wang Haoyi was a policeman, but she didn't stop Tan Ziyue from making the call.

Everyone should pay for what they do, right?

Ke Shubai was not spared.

"Sister Ziyue..."

Ye Gui called out before night.

Tan Ziyue showed a forced smile at Ye Guiwan, "Have you known Zihan for a long time?"

Tan Ziyue remembered that Ye Guiwan had mentioned Zihan when she first met when she returned to China.

But at that time, she didn't care, thinking that such a coincidence could not happen in the world.