"In other words, you are not worthy of being the father of a child at all. Do you know what a father should do now? And what about you?"
Mr. Ye was so angry that he hit the ground several times with his crutch and left.
Ye Bingquan saw his father leave and just looked at his second son looking like he was about to die. He didn't know whether to be angry or sad, so he just said: "What my father said this time, you must take it to heart, second son." , even if you don’t think about us, you still have to think about your child who you haven’t met yet, are you worthy of him? "
Ye Bingquan sighed deeply and closed the door, leaving only Ye Muya's lonely figure, which looked very desolate in the dusk.
How could Ye Muya not know what they said in his heart? Everyone knows the truth, but how many people actually do it
Time may take away those bad memories and heal your scars, but more often it will add salt to your unhealed wounds, making the pain go deeper into your bone marrow.
Ye Muya thought about Yaoyao's name in his heart and fell into sleep over and over again. Maybe he would know what he should choose when he woke up.
"Hey, that child still doesn't want to come back with you?" Ye Qiuwan sighed, his eyes full of worry. It was not that he had not guessed such a situation, but he still felt sorry for his second brother.
"I'm afraid of scaring him, so I haven't told him the truth yet. I plan to ask him out after the new year to meet my second uncle as an elder." Ye Xiuyuan and Ye Ziqian grew more and more nervous as they interacted too much with each other. They have become more and more intimate, and have developed into the stage of confidants. He dare not tell him this matter rashly, for fear that he will not be able to accept it. This kind of thing cannot be rushed. Only by letting nature take its course can things come naturally.
Ye Qiuwan's eyes lit up: "That's a good idea. If you tell your second uncle about it tomorrow, your second uncle will be very happy to know about it."
Mother Ye naturally knew about Ye Muya, and she didn't know whether she should feel sorry for her second uncle or say something: "By the way, when you go out, stop by to see the child. Remember to bring something delicious." Go, don’t sit around in someone else’s house with empty hands like an uncle.”
Ye Xiuyuan nodded, and Mama Ye immediately took out her man's bag and put a large stack of cards on Ye Xiuyuan's little hand: "My sweetheart, you must take care of yourself outside. , take this little money and spend it as you like, don’t be polite to mom.”
Ye Qiuwan stared at the card in Ye Xiuyuan's hand, and he seemed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking.
Damn it, this little brat, his money didn’t come from the strong wind, and he’s not that rich either. All the money is in the hands of his wife, and in the past few days, several juniors from the Ye family have come of age. It is naturally held at Yejia, so it must be a grand event. Now
"Yeah, yeah" Ye Xiuyuan put all the cards into his pocket without any politeness.
Ye Xiuyuan seemed to regard Ye Qiuwan as a transparent person, and Ye Qiuwan felt as if he had punched cotton and couldn't use any strength, and he was suffocated to death.
"He is such a young child. Why should you give him so much money? What if he learns badly?" Ye Qiuwan said these words sourly for a long time. He was so angry that he was obviously his wife. How about your little angel? This little kid is the best at competing with me for food.
(End of chapter)