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Ye is tired of no social intercourse tonight, so he can go back earlier.

As soon as the car arrived at the gate of the mansion, housekeeper Hu was waiting at the door and whispered to ye: "madam is coming."

Lin's tired brow is awe inspiring. He has already guessed that his mother will come sooner or later.

Walking into the hall, you can see Mrs. Ye sitting on the sofa in a gloomy color. On the sofa opposite, there is a timid Yu Qingqing.

Ye tired takes off his overcoat and gives it to housekeeper Hu. Then he simply orders sister Hua: "take Miss Yu back to her room and have a rest."

"Yes." Sister Hua went to Yu Qingqing and said, "Miss Yu, I will accompany you back to your room."

Yu Qingqing stands up, bows deeply to Mrs. ye, and then goes upstairs with sister Hua.

There were only mother and son in the hall.

Mrs. Ye's face is not good, but she also knows that she must save face for her son in front of outsiders.

Ye picks up a cup of tea and sips it. He leans back on the sofa relaxed and keeps his eyes closed.

"Jichen, what are you doing? How can Pei Qingcheng's fiance survive after several years' death? Have you divorced Pei Qingcheng? She moved out to live with Yin Han? And what happened to Yu Qingqing just now

Mrs. Ye is really angry. She never used to ask questions like this.

Ye tired closed his eyes and didn't open his eyes. He responded slowly: "there are no answers to these questions. What do you think is what?"

"Several Chen." Mrs. Ye is helpless and helpless. No matter how angry she is, she also hits her fist in the cotton, so she has to soften her voice: "you and Pei Qingcheng haven't sorted out the disordered accounts, but I know you're angry with Pei Qingcheng. But don't you think you're not suitable for using this childish technique?"

"Mom, in your heart, I've always been this image?" Ye is tired, smiling, and finally opens his eyes, looking at Mrs. ye: "I and tilt things, not you can understand."

"Who says I can't understand, I know your love for Pei Qingcheng is almost abnormal. If she wants Yin Han, you can create one for her. Anyway, I don't believe that people who have died for a few years can be revived."

"Sometimes people have to believe in their own eyes, not in their own imagination." Ye tired from the sofa to stand up: "a little hungry, tonight just our mother and son have dinner together."

Mrs. Ye's face is just a little bit good-looking. She is propped up by Ye tired and says, "have you had dinner alone in recent years? You know, sometimes I really want to burn this place

"Breaking the law, Mrs. Ye." Ye laughs wearily and walks to the restaurant.

In the evening, after Mrs. Ye arrived, the kitchen made several dishes that Mrs. Ye liked.

Ye tired also specially asked sister Hua to take out Shaoxing rice wine, put two plum blossoms on the stove, and drank it with Mrs. Ye.

After serving, the servants all quit the restaurant and shut the door. This is a rare time for mother and son to get along with each other.

Mrs. Ye likes the lion's head with crab meat made by chef Chuang Sheng Xiaomeng. The ratio of crab meat to pork is just right. It's delicious and mellow, and it tastes delicious after biting one's teeth.

Mrs. Ye ate most of them in one breath, and her face softened a lot.

Two small white porcelain bowls touch each other. The light brown yellow rice wine in the bowl has a sour and sweet taste of plum. Mrs. Ye takes a sip and nods: "Shaoxing wine has a long time. It tastes good."

"If Mrs. Ye likes the good things buried under the ground of Zhuangsheng Xiaomeng, I will let them dig them out all night and deliver them to you today." Ye puts a piece of sweet scented osmanthus, glutinous rice and lotus root into Mrs. Ye's bowl. Although this is not a rare thing, it is not easy to make it soft and sweet.

Ye's wife tasted it, and she was full of praise: "Oh, this glutinous rice lotus root is really good. It seems that this Spring Festival, I have to ask you to borrow the cook."

"If you want to borrow it, my mother will give it to you." Ye tired slowly drink soup: "year 29 let them go earlier, or prepare."

"Well, yes." Mrs. Ye puts down her spoon and looks at her son. How does her son feel and feels comfortable: "do you want to bring someone back for dinner on New Year's Eve? Anyway. " Mrs. Ye raised her chin to the upstairs: "strange people can't do it."

"What a strange person is, you are as bad as grandma." Ye is tired of wiping his mouth with a paper towel. His smile is still warm: "recently, I heard that you are watching the talent show of singing talent. I will bring back Whoever you like in the top ten."

"Anyway, as long as it's not Pei Qingcheng, you're fooling around, aren't you?" Mrs. Ye's tone is helpless: "I know, you are so stubborn that Pei Qingcheng can't be done. Then you can bring her back on New Year's Eve. After all, she has not been divorced."

"You also know that Yin Han is alive. I don't necessarily want to take her with me."

"As long as you want, there's still something you can't do? In a word, I'm here to leave the words here. You can fight for what you like. Don't be dead here. Get a double. You don't know. Can you look like she can replace her again? Your grandmother brainwashed me all day, and I'll accept my fate. If you like Pei Qingcheng, we'll let youYe is tired and quietly listening. He eats a small portion of a plate of chicken juice and soybean shells in front of him.

"Pei Qingcheng is not a bad girl. She is quiet. Originally I didn't like her very much. But when I saw that Yu Qingqing today, I found out that people can't really compare with each other. She looks gentle and clever, but she has a pair of ambitious eyes."

"When did Mrs. ye become a spectacle?" Ye is tired and chuckles. He puts a green bean shell in his mouth. When he sips it, the tender green soybean seeds will be in his mouth.

"Originally, I resisted her, but it was not that you were tortured too badly by her. Later, I also figured out that one would like to fight and another would like to be killed. Is it that Pei Qingcheng is around you that makes you the happiest? Well? " Mrs. Ye focuses on Ye's tired eyes.

His eyes were hidden in his hair, warm and light, unable to see emotion.

Mrs. Ye has been saying that he always listens to it without interrupting or expressing his opinions.

At last, Mrs. Ye was tired. She took up the bowl and handed it to him: "give me a bowl of rice. Last time your grandmother said that your rice is very delicious. I don't eat the staple food for many nights. I have to try it."

Ye gets up tired and fills Mrs. ye with a small bowl of rice. The crystal clear rice grains glow in the light, which makes him very appetizing.

Mrs. Ye uses chopsticks to hold a few grains in her mouth to chew, and quickly nods to give praise: "the rice is very elastic, and the rice fragrance is also heavy, which is really good."

"If Mrs. Ye comes to my place, will the rice be moved back?" Ye is tired of serving half a bowl of soup. Instead of eating rice, he slowly drinks with his wife.

After finishing a small half bowl of rice, Mrs. Ye closed the case and said: "today, I know you are in chaos. I'll take a look at your mind. I'm afraid you can't let go of Pei Qingcheng for a lifetime. Since you like it so much, don't let it go."

"I can't like it alone." Ye is tired and speaks softly. There is a little fatigue in the deep and dumb voice line: "it's not me who loves."

"She loves Yin Han, so you make one for her? My son is a great lover Mrs. Ye sighs and shakes her head: "to be honest, where did you find Yin Han?"

"It was dug out of the ground." Ye is tired, and his smile is rare.

"I know I can't ask, but I don't believe that the dead are resurrected. Pei Qingcheng doesn't know this truth, but she chose to believe it. I know you are very sad." Mrs. Ye approached Ye tired and patted him on the shoulder: "in a word, bring her back on New Year's Eve. If you want to, there's nothing you can't do."

"You think of me as omnipotent."

"You are. You just want to do it or not." Mrs. Ye stood up from the table and touched her stomach: "today, I really eat too much. I don't know how much exercise I have to do to consume the calories."

"Once in a while, you won't get fat." Ye is tired to pull out the chair and let Mrs. ye go out from the table.

"With your good words, it's easy to get fat, but hard to get thin." Mrs. Ye goes to the living room, picks up the bag on the sofa, and looks up at Ye tired: "I don't want to sit either. I eat too much. I feel bad after sitting for a long time. I remember what I said. If I don't see Pei Qingcheng on New Year's Eve, you can change your mind. Don't expect me to support you again."

Ye is tired of standing on the porch and watching his wife leave.

It's windy. The weather forecast says there's snow. It hasn't been down for several days.

After standing on the porch for a while, Ye is tired and turns around.

Looking back, he saw Yu Qingqing at the door of the hall.

She was wearing a light purple nightgown and long curly hair, probably having just taken a bath and not yet completely dried.

It's really like six or seven minutes.

Ye doesn't feel tired. He doesn't feel tired.

"Bring the cigarettes from the tea table." He said faintly.

Yu Qingqing immediately went to get it and handed it to Ye tired: "Ye Dong, here you are."

Yu Qingqing looks like Pei Qingcheng everywhere, but her voice is not.

She has enough confidence to sing, and her voice is a little high. Even if she talks at ordinary times, she will be a little higher than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, compared with the quiet Pei Qingcheng, one can see the difference.

Ye is tired to take over, lights the cigarette, stands on the step to smoke, does not walk in.

Yu Qingqing stood behind him for a moment in silence and said in a soft voice, "Dong Ye, I want to ask you for a leave."

"Well?" Ye is tired and does not turn around. A monosyllabic response indicates that he is listening.

It's hard for him to say a whole sentence to her.

"The Spring Festival is coming in a few days. My family is not from Mocheng. I want to go home for the Spring Festival."

Yu Qingqing's request can't be regarded as a request. No matter what occupation you are, you should have a holiday.

Ye tired quickly agreed: "you can have a holiday tomorrow, come back to work after the Lantern Festival!"

Go to work?

Yu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she felt that her life had changed dramatically. Every day, she longed for her to come closer to him. In fact, for him, she was just one of his employees.It's just that the division of labor of each employee is different. Her responsibility is to play the role of Pei Qingcheng, which makes Ye tired feel that there is such a person in the family, so he is not so free.

But, in the end, it's just acting.

He is not so happy after getting the permission of Ye tired.

Yu Qingqing stood behind him for a long time, but the man was only absorbed in smoking and did not turn around to talk to her again.

If yu Qingqing sighed, she turned slowly and walked towards the house.

Behind him comes the tone of Ye tired and business: "tomorrow morning go to get a big red envelope with Ding te, and you can have a holiday."

She bit her lower lip, turned around and bent over to ye: "thank you, Dong Ye."

Looking back, I saw sister Hua standing on the edge of the hall, and suddenly felt that she and Xiaoxiang had the same identity.

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