Chapter 771 Who Touched Her Things?

Whoever touched Lu Yi's things, she must kill him. She quickly walked to the cabinet and opened it. There were still many of her clothes inside, but Lu Yi's previous clothes had been tampered with. .

Also, her pupils shrank slightly.

The computer is missing.

That computer not only contains things that Lu Yi saved from the past, but also her photos from the past few years, no, since she debuted. Photos are available everywhere. Nowadays, you can just take a photo with your mobile phone, but those photos are all It's different because the person who took the photo is no longer here. The meaning of commemoration is not the photo itself, but the person who took the photo.

Who touched her computer, and who entered this room.

Why is there no one at home? Could it be that the house was sold, but this is impossible. If the house is really going to be sold, Ye Shuyun will at least say hello to her, and the Lu family is not short of money. It got to the point of selling the house.

She took out her mobile phone, her fingers trembling slightly. She was afraid that she would not be able to find her computer. She was afraid that even her last memory would be lost. If she had known that such a thing would happen, she would have done it. She took the computer with her instead of letting Luo Lin take it back to the Lu family. She thought it was the safest place, but it turned out that she didn't know that it was dangerous even if she wasn't around.

Ye Shuyun is playing with Xiaoleizi. Today is the weekend and Xiaoleizi will not go to kindergarten. However, the little guy beat up his little friend yesterday. He is five years old and he is three years old. He is the same height as her. , the fists were also hard, and they beat their children until they cried.

She and Mother Ye were asked to apologize to others. I believe most people would not think that a three-year-old kid could beat a five-year-old child until he rolled on the ground. And that is indeed the case, Xiao Lei The height of the son is that of his father, but his temperament is that of his mother. In fact, he is very violent. Lei Qingyi only has a loud voice, but he still adheres to one sentence.

A gentleman speaks but does not use his hands.

But Yi Ling was different. She would go up and beat someone up whenever she disagreed with someone, but her temper had become more tempered in the past few years. However, Xiaoleizi has the appearance of his father and the character of his mother.

Now Xiaoleizi is receiving ideological education class

He stood obediently, playing with his little fingers, but with a pair of big black grape-like eyes, he looked at the two grandmothers softly and cutely. This little look made people unable to bear the beatings.

"I feel like that's it," Lei's mother rubbed her grandson's little head, "Our children can only bully others, but others cannot bully them."

"That's right," Ye Shuyun nodded vigorously. Only we can beat others, but others can't even lift a finger from us. If we encounter such a thing again in the future, we will beat him. "

"My grandson is very good." Lei's mother picked up little Lei Zi and pinched his little face. "He is like your dad. Your dad got into fights with others when he was a child. Otherwise, how could he still be here now?" When he became the director of the Security Department, he has never lost since he was beaten in kindergarten. But he was afraid that if he was beaten too much, his already ugly face would become uglier and uglier, and he would never be found again. Wife, maybe your father is now the world champion of boxing, so if our little Leizi encounters someone who bullies him in the future, remember, don’t be afraid, beat him to death, your grandma will support you. "

Yi Ling, who was standing on the side, was stroking her forehead, looking like she was about to cry without tears.

Is this an education class? This is clearly a compliment. To encourage this kid's arrogance, children can't be educated like this. From now on, if he gets into trouble every day, she will have to follow behind others every day, not only accompanying them, but also showing her face to be beaten.

Why didn't she give birth to a caring little cotton-padded jacket? It would be great if it was a caring little cotton-padded jacket, but if it's a partial baby, it's not a little cotton-padded jacket, it's a debt collector.

Ye Shuyun took out her mobile phone from her body, and when she saw the call, she couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong, Huanhuan?"

As soon as Lei's mother saw Ye Shuyun's uncomfortable and helpless look, she knew who was calling.

"Isn't it?" Lei's mother was also very helpless.

What she fears most now is answering Yan Huan's call, because she is afraid that she will hear something. How can she live a safe life unless the time bomb in her home is defused.

But how to get rid of that bomb? He was sitting in a wheelchair. His son's leg was saved from injury. If it was really driven away and he became a cripple, he would have to rely on Shi to join them in the future.

It's not like she hasn't talked to her before, but every time, the woman always talks about it to her, which is a fatal rejection anyway.

She just hoped that the woman's legs would heal quickly, and they would give her whatever she wanted. She just hoped that she would not appear in their troubled family again. There was no shortage of women in their family now.

Take it, Lei's mother comforted Ye Shuyun and tried to let her stay outside for as long as possible. After the woman left, she would be asked to come back. She must not meet her at this time, otherwise with Yan Huan's temperament, Lu Yi would Even if you jump into the Yellow River, you can't wash it clean.

Originally, it was a miracle and a surprise to survive a disaster and come back from the dead, but if it happened again now, it would be a disaster. If that was really the case, then it might as well be that the person had never lived.

Ye Shuyun nodded, and what else could be said, that was all she could do.

She answered the phone, and then put it to her ear, pretending to be cheerful, but she wanted to cry.

"What's wrong, Huanhuan?"

Yan Huan clenched her fingers, feeling that her fingertips were aching.

"Mom, who lives in my room?"

"What?" Ye Shuyun still hadn't reacted. What room, who lives there?

"Mom, why is the house like this? Who lives in my room?" Yan Huan tried her best to calm her emotions, but she was very anxious, really anxious, and even her heart and hands were sweating.

"Mom, who moved my wardrobe, who moved my computer, and who took the computer away."

Ye Shuyun suddenly felt her heart tighten, and she held her breath inside, and after half a day, she asked tentatively.

"Huanhuan, are you home?"

"Yes, Mom, I just got here," Yan Huan sat down on the sofa, but she was still uneasy. She wanted the computer and wanted to hold it. If the computer was lost, what would she do? What would she do in the future? How would she live in the next few decades? She had set a path for herself and would just follow it.