My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Don't call the police!"

As soon as Lu Zijia's voice came, Ye Xinpei suddenly stopped her, her expression a little flustered.

"You can't call the police, you can't call the police, I still have to find my brother Zixuan, I also want to find my brother Zixuan, I beg you not to call the police, okay?

Moreover, even if you call the police, it is useless. I am mentally ill. At most, the police will send me to a mental hospital. As long as I behave well, I can come out again.

I tell you, if you call the police and arrest me, I will continue to look for your son after I come out of the mental hospital, so you better not call the police. "

Fang Yueqiu, Song Zhuohai, "..."

Lu Zijia, "..." Didn't he just say that he is not mentally ill? Why do you admit to being mentally ill now?

Tsk tsk, the brain circuits of mentally ill patients are really puzzling!

Song Zixuan, "!!!" Damn it! How on earth did he offend the gods, the gods want to play him like this, it's like playing with his rhythm!

And, isn't it mentally ill? Psychopaths threaten them not to call the police, when did the mentally ill become so smart?

"Whose family's daughter are you?" Song Zhuohai thought for a while and asked Ye Xinyu.

Those who can be invited to the Gu family banquet are basically either rich or expensive, and they can afford to live in a villa, so their family background should be good.

The upper class in the imperial capital said that it is not too big or too small, maybe he knew Ye Xinpei's family.

Ye Xin's eyes flickered, her mouth tightly closed and she didn't speak.

Song Zhuohai's face darkened slightly, "If you don't say it, then I can only call the police, and I have the ability to let you stay in the mental hospital for a while longer."

Hearing this, Ye Xinbei looked panicked and almost blurted out, "No, no, don't call the police, I said, my father is Ye Guozhi, chairman of the Ye family."

"Ye Guozhi?" Song Zhuohai looked surprised, looking at Ye Xinmin with a strange look.

"Yes, my father is Ye Guozhi. As I said, you can't call the police." Ye Xin said anxiously, her eyes red.

After Song Zhuohai and his wife looked at each other for a while, they finally decided to let Ye Xinling go, "Forget it this time, but if there is another time, I won't be merciful."

The last sentence is full of warnings.

"Thank you, thank you Uncle Song."

Ye Xinbei said gratefully, at this moment, she looked like an ordinary person.

After Lu Zijia loosened Ye Xin's body, she left with the Song family.

"Dad, is this the case? Don't you need to inform her family?"

During the two days that Song Zixuan was imprisoned, he actually didn't suffer much, that is, he was horrified by Ye Xin's face change. Of course, there were other unpalatable meals that made his stomach hurt.

However, he was still a little afraid that Ye Xinde would become attached to him, so he locked him up again.

This kind of experience is enough. He doesn't want to experience it a second time. If there is a second time, he will really collapse.

Song Zhuohai shook his head, "If you go out in the future, you should bring two bodyguards."

Song Zixuan, "..." How could he have the illusion that Ye Xinling was the victim?

Seeing that her husband didn't mean to explain, Fang Yueqiu explained it on his behalf, "Son, don't blame us for not helping you, it's true that our family owes Uncle Ye a favor, and this time, we'll take it back.

Moreover, Ye Xinpeng is also a poor child. "