Chapter 875 Blood Splattered Three Feet

Old Man Ye was startled: "Yuchen, what are you doing!?"

Ye Yuchen turned a deaf ear to it, the tip of the knife was still on Ye Qingchen's snow-white neck, with a slight force, more blood flowed out, his expression was cruel and bloodthirsty, as if he could stab it in at any time, blood spattered Three feet.

Ye Qingchen really felt terrible, he never knew that Ye Yuchen's anger was so terrifying.

He doesn't talk nonsense with you at all, he talks too much with you, he grabs your life with a sharp knife in his hand, and you can't see the slightest panic or hesitation in his eyes, only calm and vicious.

Ye Qingchen didn't dare to vent his breath, he didn't even dare to move, he could feel the tip of the knife had penetrated into the flesh, and as long as he exerted force, he could gently cut off his aorta.

Ye Qingchen felt his heart pounding in fear, turned his head to look at Ye Yunhua, and asked him for help.

Ye Yunhua looked at his son: "Yu Chen..."

Ye Yuchen turned his head to look at his father, and for a moment, Ye Yunhua's heart skipped a beat when he looked at him with his sharp eyes. Fortunately, Ye Yuchen still had his senses, and looked at his father calmly, his voice was still very soft. Dan: "What's wrong?"

Ye Yunhua reminded: "He is your uncle."

The old man nodded in agreement: "Your father is right, he is your uncle, you can't do this!"

Zheng Meiyun stood silently by the side, but she was obviously on her son's side, no matter what he did, she would silently support her.

Ye Yuchen said casually, "Oh, uncle."

This was the first time he called him Uncle, but Ye Qingchen couldn't be happy at all. He felt the knife point on his neck, instead of restraining himself, it stabbed a little deeper.

Ye Qingchen was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, the floor was obviously cold, but now his back was covered with sweat, "Yuchen, calm down, let's talk about anything."

Ye Yuchen: "Say it well?"

Ye Qingchen nodded: "Yes, yes, please speak carefully."

Ye Yuchen smiled sarcastically: "Unfortunately, you are not worthy."

Ye Qingchen's expression changed: "You..."

Master Ye suddenly got up trembling, stepped forward and slapped Ye Yuchen on the face, his voice hoarse: "Ye Yuchen! What are you doing! He is your uncle! You both have the same blood in your bones!"

Mr. Ye slapped him hard, not to mention the things Ye Qingchen did, he is the youngest son of Mrs. Ye and Mrs. Ye, the youngest son has always been the most favored, and Ye Qingchen is no exception .

The most beloved grandson, holding a knife to the neck of the most beloved son, who can bear it?

The old man trembled, obviously he was greatly stimulated.

Ye Yunhua quickly went to help him: "Dad!"

Ye Yuchen's face was hit sideways, he tilted his head, pressed the tip of his tongue against the inner jaw of the beaten half of his face, sneered, retracted the knife and threw it on the ground: "Trash."

Before Ye Qingchen could react from the fear just now, he heard this sentence, and he knew that Ye Yuchen was talking about him.

He sat up to argue, but the stabbing pain in his neck reminded him of what had happened.

Ye Yuchen straightened his tight clothes, raised his eyes to look at Old Master Ye, but he said to Ye Qingchen: "For this matter, let's count things slowly, starting with Bai Qinyun."

How could the old man not understand, although this was said to Ye Qingchen, it could be said to him in disguise.

Tell him in a disguised form that this matter is endless.