Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

The false smile in Lin Langyin's eyes completely dissipated, she looked at him coldly and said, "Don't you want your fingers anymore?"

Lin Yuying shouted angrily, trying to save face: "Why are you talking to me!"

But he still put down the hand pointing at Lin Langyin.

"That's enough!" Mr. Lin Guyuan, who was breathing heavily, shouted with a rough breath.

Lin Yuying looked back at her father and stepped aside with an angry look on her face.

Lin Guyuan turned his head and looked at Lin Langyin, who had an indifferent expression, and said, "We were the ones sorry for you before, but now that I'm going to die, let's all let it go."

Lin Langyin found it funny. They said that people are good at words when they are about to die. They are about to expire. Why is there no apology in the eyes while saying sorry in the mouth?

It's like giving alms, telling her we're sorry for you, okay.

Lin Langyin didn't speak, which made Lin Guyuan feel that he could still control her.

In a tone that seemed to show mercy: "Ayin, no matter what, you are a member of the Lin family. I will hand over the Lin family to you. You..."

"Ha." A sneer interrupted him.

Lin Langyin crossed her legs and looked at the person on the bed: "Why do you put it down just as you said?"

"Because you're going to die?"

"But I'm still alive."

His eyes swept over the three of them: "Thanks to you, I have been carrying a bag that is dirtier and heavier than others since I was born."

"As long as I live, I will carry these weights for a day, and I will never be able to throw them away for the rest of my life."

"How can I let it go?"

Thinking of something, his eyes fell on Lin Yuying and Lin Ciqing: "Besides, if you are going to die, aren't there still damned people who are not dead?"

"Let me put it down and see if it's possible when all the damn people are dead."

Lin Qiqing, who had been silent all the time, rushed towards Lin Langyin, but was grabbed by Lin Yuying. She shouted: "You lunatic!"

Lin Langyin looked at her and suddenly smiled, as if he agreed with her words: "A beastly person is more than just a lunatic."

Lin Ciqing roared angrily: "After a few good years, you really think you are your eldest brother's daughter! What qualifications do you have to take 60% of the family property!"

One sentence lifted the Lin family's fig leaf, but it was her words that Lin Langyin was waiting for.

She asked: "I'm not my father's daughter, then who am I?"

Getting up from the sofa and approaching step by step, Lin Qiqing was dragged by Lin Yuying.

Seeing Lin Langyin approaching and asking: "Do you dare to say who I am!"

Lin Ciqing stared at her fiercely, but couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Langyin reached out and grabbed her chin and dragged her to him: "Say it, say it now."

Seeing the panic in her eyes, Lin Langyin sneered and let go of her chin.

She looked at Lin Yuying: "What about you? Who do you think I am?"

Looking at the two of them, they didn't dare to fart.

Lin Langyin's eyes were full of disgust and mocking: "There are only a few of us here, and you don't dare to say anything."

"You still dare to use this to threaten me?"

Seeing the three people who dared to be angry but dare not speak, Lin Langyin said: "I'm not afraid of others knowing who I am, but you are."

He said slowly: "After all, who would have thought that a noble and upright person, from a century-old family, would have a filthy internal energy, a brother and sister had an incest relationship, and even gave birth to a child."

"The eldest son of the Lin family, the cleanest person in the Lin family, is raising a bastard born of incest among his younger siblings."

"This bastard suddenly became the only eldest lady of the Lin family and received 60% of the family property."

Lin Guyuan panted rapidly, as if he was going to die in the next second.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Lin Ciqing roared like crazy.

Lin Langyin approached her: "What are you angry about?"

"Am I wrong?"

Thinking of something, she said: "Oh, I know."

"Are you regretting why you didn't strangle me?"

He shook his head again: "No, it's not that I regret it. After all, it's not like I haven't pinched myself before."

"It's hate, why can't hate kill me?"

"Let me now have the opportunity to trample you under my feet."

Lin couldn't help but say: "Yes, why don't you die! It's all Lin Zi who is nosy...

Pa, a slap made her shut up. She looked at Lin Langyin in disbelief: "How dare you hit me!"

Lin Langyin put the tip of her tongue against her cheek, her face darkened, and reached out to grab her hair, then slapped her several times in succession.

Then he threw her to the ground like trash. Lin Qingqing covered her swollen face from being beaten and finally closed her mouth. The corners of her mouth were bleeding. She huddled on the ground and shouted again and again: "You are a madman. "

Lin Langyin squatted in front of her and put his index finger on his lips: "Shh, keep your voice down, others will hear you and it will be bad if they know what you did."

"After all, your husband and children are in this yard."

Lin Ciqing raised her hand to cover her mouth, crying nonstop, whispering like she was stunned: "I didn't, I didn't."

Seeing that she calmed down, Lin Langyin stood up with satisfaction: "Just talk about me, don't mention my dad."

"Otherwise I can really kill you."

After cleaning her up, Lin Langyin bumped into Lin Yuying's shoulder, walked to the bed, pulled out a chair, sat down, and put one foot on the bedside table.

Playing with the four beads, looking at Lin Guyuan who was staring at her on the bed, he said casually: "It's impossible for me to support the Lin family, unless you are all dead."

"If you can't wait any longer, you can take them both away together, and maybe I'll consider it."

He said and motioned to the two people behind him.

When Lin Yuying heard this, she became angry: "Lin Langyin, I am your father!"

Uncle Lin, who was guarding the door, was startled when he heard Lin Yuying's words. Just as he was about to enter the house, he heard a crackling sound.

When he opened the door, he saw Lin Langyin holding Lin Yuying's hair with one hand and pressing his head on the table.

The other hand raised high held the fruit knife in the fruit plate on the table.

Lin Guyuan's pupils shrank suddenly on the bed: "Stop! Stop...hand!"

Lin Bo shouted: "Miss!"

Lin Langyin's eyes were full of frozen hatred and anger. His teeth were clenched in hatred, but he was calm and composed. In the next second, he raised the knife and dropped it.

Lin Yuying howled in fear. Lin Bo looked at the fruit knife that was only two or three centimeters away from his eyes and inserted straight into the table, and his heart fell back into his stomach with trembling.

"My dad has had a hard life. Your sweetheart was forced to death by you. He has nothing left except me, your daughter, and you still have to fight with him."

The hand holding his head loosened, Lin Yuying staggered back and fell to the ground, her legs so weak that she couldn't even stand steady.

Lin Langyin sat back on the chair and looked at Mr. Lin, whose eyes were splitting.

Under his gaze, she took off the bracelet on her little finger and untied it. She took off two of the four prayer beads.

He said slowly, "What do you think I'm here for?"

"I came here specifically to send you to hell."

"Why do you think I let you live in peace until now?"

"It's not that I don't hate it."

"I promised my dad not to ruin my life because you dirty my hands."