C85 Young Master Ye's Servant Girl 7

Just like a moment ago, maybe Ye Haoran came back to visit his son, but he didn't appreciate his son's kindness and purposely made things difficult for him.

Only he knew that the moment Ye Haoran appeared, he felt a sense of joy. He hated this pleasure, he felt that if he and Ye Haoran got along like father and son, he would be letting down his lost little brother.

Ye Mo walked into the cooking hall familiarly, and Xia Yihan followed him inside.

"Hello! "May I ask how many of you are here?"

Ye Mo pursed his lips and did not say anything. Xia Yihan acted out of politeness and said softly to the waiter, "Both of you."

"This way, please!" The waiter led them to the window booth and set the menu on the table.

Ye Mo picked up the menu and threw it in front of Xia Yihan, "Light it up!" he said coldly, with a manner that made the waiter wince.

Xia Yihan, on the other hand, was used to his ugly expression and did not say much. She opened the menu and randomly ordered a few dishes.

"Do you want any wine?" the waiter asked.

"No need." Xia Yihan replied softly.

"Who said there's no need?" Ye Mo said with a bad tone and a smelly face.

"Give me three bottles of the highest grade white spirits in your restaurant!"

Three... Bottle? Is he crazy?

Xia Yihan frowned slightly and wanted to stop him, but then she remembered how he had taken advantage of her last night.

He was drunk, he was wounded, it was none of her business, she didn't care about him.

It was just the two of them, yet they wanted three bottles of the highest quality white spirits. These words made the waiter sweat a little.

Seeing that the waiter didn't move, Ye Mo's face turned even colder.

"Didn't you hear it?"

"Yes, yes! "Please wait a moment, I'll be right there!" The waiter took the menu and ran off.

Xia Yihan thought that Ye Mo was still angry at her. However, it was strange. When he was angry at her, he would usually glare at her.

This time he didn't look at her, but leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

He really wasn't someone who took advantage of the situation to worry about others, but today, he was feeling happy because of Ye Haoran's appearance. This really touched him. Closing his eyes, it was as though he was looking at the little fellow who was walking unsteadily. It was his little brother. Ever since the little guy had been in his stomach, his mother had often told him, "You are already his big brother. In the future, you must love and protect your little brother and not let him be bullied."

To him, being Little Leaf Han's older brother was a very proud thing. He took care of the little guy whenever he had time, taught him to talk, taught him to walk. Although he was only a few years old, everyone said that he was a young man.

When the little guy was two years old, Ye Mo's grandmother was sick. The mother hurriedly took him to the hospital to take care of him. She left Ye Han at home for Ye Haoran to take care of him.

When he returned home at night, he heard the thunderous bad news: Ye Han had gone missing!

At that time, Ye-Mo was already five or six years old, and she knew almost everything about the adults. He remembered his mother shaking him like crazy and asking him why such a thing had happened. However, Ye Haoran was also frank and told the whole story about how he dealt with Feng Yi.

So it turned out that Ye Haoran's ex-girlfriend had come to find him and wanted to continue the relationship between them. Ye Haoran's feelings for her were still fresh, but because he had a family, out of responsibility, he did not do anything that would let down his wife. That morning, his ex-girlfriend had asked his colleague to come and tell him that they were already by the river and that they were going to jump into it. Ye Haoran was worried too. After all, it was a human's life after all. He couldn't be so indifferent. He was afraid that the woman's excessive actions would scare the child, so he asked Ye Han to a neighbor that was on good terms with them.

Who would have thought that when he came back, his neighbor was in a panic, looking for his child, saying that she let her son take him out to play in the yard while she was cooking. Who knew that the child was interested and didn't keep an eye on Ye Han?

Ye Haoran searched the surrounding streets, but couldn't find Ye Han, so he had to call the police. At that time, unlike now, there were cameras everywhere, making it easier to find clues. When the baby was gone, the police helped to find it. Ye Haoran had also sent out many of his friends and colleagues, but the child seemed to have disappeared into thin air, there was no news of him at all.

During that period of time, their entire family had been searching for Ye Han day and night, but the result was disappointing.

After the pain had passed, Fu Fengyi asked for a divorce. Ye Haoran felt guilty and happily agreed to her request. However, the two of them agreed that in order to give Ye Mo a complete family, they would not leave home, and only the two of them knew that they had already divorced.

Ever since Ye Han went missing, Ye Mo had become silent. He only treated his mother well, talked to his mother and treated Ye Haoran coldly.

How could a child so young not yearn for fatherly love, and when it was natural for him to want to approach his father, he would tell himself that the little one might be dead or suffering in some corner. He was his older brother, and he suffered. How could he, his older brother, enjoy the care of his parents alone? He thought, Ye Han definitely won't forgive his father, so he won't forgive him either!

For the past 20 years, Ye Haoran had been working hard for their relationship. He had purposely ignored them, but he was his father, and no one knew how much he had suffered when he had deliberately treated his father coldly.

Regardless of his attitude, Ye Haoran had been maintaining the image of a good husband and father for many years because of his guilt towards his ex-wife and son. He had never criticized Ye Mo at all. He approved of everything he did, except for his first love.

When he was twenty, he fell in love with a girl named Lin Xiaolan.

Lin Xiaolan fit the aesthetic standards of all boys of that age, she had a sweet appearance, and if one looked closely, one would find that she was similar to Song Wanting. At that time, Ye Mo had been very infatuated with Lin Xiaolan, especially with her. At that time, Ye Mo had been very infatuated with Lin Xiaolan, especially with her. The two swore an oath that they would hold hands for the rest of their lives.

After Ye Haoran gave the girl some money, she betrayed their love and left in a carefree manner.

That was a huge matter for Ye Mo, who was 20 years old. He had locked himself in his room and refused to eat or drink. No matter what his parents told him, he would not listen. After two months of healing, he worked harder than ever, studying while taking over some of the jobs in his mother's company.

He didn't continue to talk about love. Women kept changing, and he didn't help anyone anymore.

Even now, he was still suspicious of women out of habit. Although he could not say that he still loved Lin Xiaolan, the influence she had on him still remained.

"Sir, here's your wine!" The waiter's professional call interrupted Ye Mo's memories.

"Would you like to open it now?"

"Yes." He snorted and the waiter opened one of the bottles.

"Open them all!"

The waiter was a bit worried about Ye Zichen causing trouble, so he looked towards Xia Yihan for help.

Since she did not say anything, the waiter did not dare to offend the guests. He could only open the other two bottles and said, "Please enjoy!"

Ye Mo picked up the cup on the table and filled it with white wine. That glass was about three taels of white wine. He raised his head and drank it all in one go.

Xia Yihan wanted to open her mouth to urge him not to drink, but then she remembered his savagery at night and forcefully held back.

He poured a second glass and drank again, his face red, his eyes bloodshot. Xia Yihan wanted to pretend that she didn't care about how much he drank, but she found that she couldn't continue pretending.

When Ye Mo reached for the bottle for the third time and was about to drink all of the remaining wine in the bottle, Xia Yihan grabbed the bottle first.

"Stop drinking!"

He glanced at her without expression and reached for another bottle.

This time, Xia Yihan put down the bottle, grabbed his arm, and glared at him. She growled: "Stop drinking. You'll get drunk if you drink too much white spirit."

"None of your business, get out of my way!" Ye Mo pulled Xia Yihan's hand away, then directly drank the bottle into his mouth.

This was white wine, not plain water. Drinking too much would kill people. Xia Yihan was truly a bit scared when she saw him like this.

She couldn't tell if it was because she liked him or because she loved him, or for some other reason, but she felt she had to stop him.

She stood up and clutched his bottle. "No!" she cried.

He did not grab it too tightly. She had successfully snatched the bottle of wine away from him.

Ye Mo looked coldly at the small face in front of him, and sneered mockingly.

"Do you have the right to deny it?"

Yes, she was not qualified. She was not someone like him. She shouldn't care about him, why did he hurt her like that, why did she care about him? What did his injury or death have to do with her?

She was abusing him now by stopping him from drinking.

She bit her lip and glared at him. Since she was fighting with him for the wine, her breathing was a little hurried.

Ye-Mo did not look at her, but leaned forward to retrieve the untouched bottle of white wine.

Forget him, forget him! As Xia Yihan thought about this, she grabbed the bottle of wine in her hands and placed it on the table, then angrily sat back down.

He lifted the glass and poured it into his mouth, as if it were not white wine but a completely harmless soda.

Xia Yihan forced herself to lower her head and not look at him, but she was completely unable to ignore the sound of the wine being poured down her throat. The more she looked down, the louder the sound seemed.

If he were to continue drinking like this, something would definitely happen to him. Who would be able to handle three jin of white spirits?

Xia Yihan raised her head and looked at his flushed face, knowing that he was probably done drinking. However, he still continued to pour water down his throat with a suicidal attitude. She was truly angered. She suddenly stood up and stretched out her hands to snatch his bottle. As she did so, she shouted excitedly, "Even if you don't have the qualifications, I still have to care! It's just not allowed to drink! You're not allowed to drink it! "