After reading the letter, Ye Jiuliang calmly closed the letter paper, but her white knuckles betrayed her fluctuating emotions.

Put the envelope back into the wooden box, she locked it again, then turned to look out the window.

Looking at the flying scenery, the scene that was covered in memory surged out like a flood with a valve open.

The lotus-like woman often wore a long water-blue dress. In front of her, she often saw the indelible sorrow between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Mom, I want to go out and have fun."

"No, you haven't practiced the piano today. Your dad will be back in a few days. You have to perform well for your mom at that time."

"But Ye Miao and the others said that Daddy didn't like me, so he never came back to see us." The girl lowered her head, her pink and jade-carved little face full of loss.

The woman's gentle smile froze, "It's not like that. Daddy is going to work. He is very busy. Liang'er, don't listen to others' nonsense. Daddy will come back soon."

"Mommy, will you divorce Daddy?" the girl asked in a low voice.

Little did they know that this sentence completely stepped on a woman's pain point.

She squatted down, pinching the girl's thin shoulders with both hands, and exerting force, with a bit of madness, "Who said to you, who said such words to you?"

"Mommy, you caught me so much." Frightened, the girl's clear eyes overflowed with water.

The woman turned a deaf ear and growled, "Say, who said this to you," said."

"I secretly heard what my aunt and aunt said."

Hearing this, the woman pushed the girl hard as if she was crazy, "Go out, get out of here."

The girl fell to the ground, her forehead hit the corner of the table, and bright red blood couldn't stop surging out...

The car suddenly stopped, and Ye Jiuliang came to his senses and had arrived at the beach before he could realize it.

She turned her face and met the care in the man's eyes. Her suppressed emotions were a little uncontrollable, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

"Mo." The soft voice was a bit crying.

Never seen the fragile side of the little wolf cub, Li Mohan panicked, unbuttoned her seat belt, reached out to take the person into his arms, "What's wrong, huh?"

Ye Jiuliang said nothing, lowered his head and crawled into his arms, his cold little hands tightly clutching his clothes.

Li Mohan glanced at the wooden box beside him, and his eyes became darker, "Wolf Baby, can I buy you ice cream and eat it?"

It doesn’t matter if the Ye family members don’t value her, he will protect and spoil his little wolf cub.

The person in his arms was silent for a long time and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not a child anymore."

Li Mohan held the person in his arms tightly, with thin lips curled slightly, "It's okay, my wolf cub is very good no matter how you do."

After blinking, he hid the mist in his eyes. Ye Jiuliang looked up at him, pulled his lips, and squeezed out a smile, "Did Master Li touch the honey in his mouth today?"

Li Mohan rubbed her long hair, lowered her head and pecked her beautiful eyes, "Don't laugh if you don't want to laugh, you can be not strong in front of me."

The mellow voice came from above the head, as gentle as ever.

The smile marks on the corners of his mouth gradually faded away. Ye Jiuliang reached out to grab the wooden box, gently stroked the carved patterns on it, and said to himself, "She won't tell me a storybook, she doesn't smile at me easily, she won't accompany me to the amusement park, she just wants me to please my father. They all say that my existence is just the shackles she uses to tie his father..."

But she didn't care. When she was a child, she just wanted her to hug her sincerely, even if she smiled at her. Later, she finally waited. On the day she passed away, she kept holding her and not letting go. Her throat was hoarse and she was still reading story books. That was the last time she cried. She begged her not to leave her, but she left.

"Actually, I have never blamed her. I know she is actually very sad." Ye Jiuliang lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Li Mohan leaned closer, his jaw pressed against her forehead. He didn't say anything, his slender big hands gently stroked his back, quietly accompanying her.

The car window was open and the salty sea breeze surged in.

The person in his arms was gone and his breathing gradually became longer.

Li Mohan looked down and saw the girl's quiet sleeping face reflected in her eyes.

He reached out to grab the back coat, put it on her body, lowered his head and kissed her eyebrows.

As the night became darker, Wei Bei walked into the living room quickly and saw that Jiang Yisheng was the only one.

"Sir Sheng, isn't the master here?"

Jiang Yisheng peeled the orange and looked up at him, "My cousin is out. You wait here, they should be back soon."

Wei Bei nodded helplessly and chose a seat to sit down. "No one answered the master's phone all day long. I thought something urgent happened."

"Today is Jiuliang's father's death day, and my cousin should be busy with Jiuliang." Jiang Yisheng broke half of the orange and handed it to him, "Do you want some food?"

Weibeidao thanked him and reached out to take it.

"Weibei, how much do you know about Jiuliang?" It's so boring alone here, it's rare that someone will chat with him.

Wei Bei was choked by oranges, "Cough cough, Young Master Sheng, don't talk nonsense. How can I know Miss Ye? My master ordered us not to investigate Miss Ye."

He reacted with a horror look, and Jiang Yisheng was speechless, "I just asked casually."

Weibei, “…”

If you ask casually, he can't stand the scare.

Who made their master famous for being a "famous double standard".

At this time, the sound of cars came from outside.

Jiang Yisheng packed up the orange peel and threw it into the trash can, "It must be that they are back."

The two of them turned around and looked at it, and the enchanting scene made them both stunned.

Jiang Yisheng's lips trembled, "Cousin, are you two falling into the sea?"

The legs of his trousers were wet and his clothes were covered with mud and sand. In my memory, his cousin seemed to have never been so embarrassed.

Ye Jiuliang chuckled, "Well, I fell into the sea together."

A cold light came over, and Wei Bei was shocked. Before he could speak, the person on the opposite side spoke first.

"Weibei, boil a bowl of ginger and tea."

Wei Bei opened his mouth wide, "Ah?"

Cooking ginger tea?

He heard it right?

How could he, a big man, do you know this?

"Hey, master..." Wei Bei was about to speak with a sad face, but Li Mohan pulled Ye Jiuliang straight upstairs.

Seeing the two people's backs disappearing into the stairwell, Wei Bei was about to cry without tears.

"hehe."

There was laughter coming from beside him, Wei Bei turned his face to look, Jiang Yisheng's gloating smile stimulated him again.

"Sir Sheng, can you..."

"No, I can't cook ginger tea, either." Jiang Yisheng refused cruelly.

It was useless to see that he had only drunk it, but never cooked it.

Weibei Petrochemical.

Who will save the child?

After a while, he rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen with his fate.

There was a sound of pots and bowls colliding inside, and Jiang Yisheng didn't care, as he didn't fall anything anyway.
Chapter completed!