"But-"
"Actually, the road up the mountain is not that dangerous if you add handrails on the side of the road. I have had people inspect it in the past six months and it is completely feasible."
Xin Ya continued to lean against the door, unable to keep up with Ye Cong's thoughts. She could never keep up anyway.
"It just so happens that Ding Junqi is good at film and television. I plan to develop tourism. Once that area is developed, the villagers in the mountains can build B&Bs. When the economic situation improves, do you think side industries such as fruit shops will be able to grow?"
Sprout: “…”
The head is a bit big.
Mr. Ye's ability to make money means that she doesn't have to worry about having no money to support her baby in the future.
"I just said before that I asked you to promote your parents. You have just become famous, so it would be best for you to speak for your hometown. Of course, this is Ding Junqi's intention." Ye Cong does not take credit.
Xinya understood the last thing, "So after I finish filming this movie, we can go back to my hometown, right?"
The excitement was obvious, and the people inside clearly heard it.
Ye Cong laughed softly while taking a shower. He knew she would be happy about this.
"Why don't we hold the wedding in your hometown?" Ye Cong suggested.
wedding
Xin Ya paused. She had been married for more than half a year, and she had never thought about the wedding.
So Xinya fell silent, not knowing how to answer this sentence.
Ye Cong came out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. After opening the door, he stood at the door and looked at the sprouts outside, "Or do you want to go somewhere else?"
"No, no, no," Xinya said hurriedly, as if he was afraid that Ye Cong would suddenly decide, "Let's go back to my house." Xinya thought, and shook his head: "No, no, it's too hot for you to go back with me now."
It's too cold in winter and too hot in summer. Alas, she is also in a dilemma.
Ye Cong chuckled, hugged Xinya and kissed her, "Wait for me, I'll change my clothes and take you somewhere."
Sprout: “…”
Ye Cong changed clothes quickly, wearing black pants and a black shirt, a very simple outfit.
Ye Cong drove out by himself. Xinya sat in the passenger seat and talked to Ye Cong about recent events. Ye Cong would interject from time to time, but no one mentioned anything about Zhao Ya's appearance today.
When the car arrived in the suburbs, Ye Cong found a place to park, and then got out of the car with Xin Ya.
Xin Ya was curious and reached out to hold Ye Cong's extended hand, then followed him up the mountain.
"here it is?"
"Take you to meet my mother." I have always wanted to bring Xinya here, but they are always busy. Until he now I left there, he can finally bring Xinya to see Mother Ye.
Mother
Her mother-in-law
"But didn't you say -" His mother is not Chinese, and she is not in China
Ye Cong took Xinya to a tombstone that he and Ye Yuwei had rebuilt for Ye's mother a few years ago.
Xin Ya looked down and saw that the person in the photo looked very young, probably in his twenties.
The words engraved on the tombstone are very clear:
Son: Ye Cong, daughter: Ye Yuwei.
stand.
So, this is their adoptive mother
Ye Cong placed the chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone, "Mom, I brought her to see you."
Xinya's hand was tightened a little, and she bowed respectfully, "Hello, mom, I am Xinya."
Ye Cong let go of Xinya's hand, slowly sat down in front of the tombstone, and then waved to Xinya to sit next to him.