C175 Young Master Ye's maid 97

It was already past four in the afternoon by the time they reached the foot of the mountain.

"Mom, we are still resting at the place where we stayed yesterday. We will leave tomorrow morning and go to the next mountain."

"Alright." Fu Fengyi replied.

Ye Mo looked and saw that his mother was in a bad mood, so she spoke in a depressed tone. He glanced at Song Wanting. He didn't know if she told her mother about him chasing her home, making her angry.

This time, she really wronged Song Wanting. She originally wanted to tell her, but before she could say anything, she saw that Fu Fengyi was unhappy, so she didn't dare to say anything.

"Mom, what's wrong? You don't seem happy. "

"I'm fine." Fu Fengyi shook his head.

Ye Mo carefully looked at his mother's expression. After some thought, he understood that today's matter had nothing to do with Song Wanting. His mother was thinking about Ye Han once again.

He really had neglected this matter. Actually, every time Fu Fengyi went to the temple to worship Buddha or burn incense, it was all for the sake of Ye Han. However, in the past few years, her performance was not too obvious. Even after burning the incense, she had not been this depressed.

"Mom, how about we go back to the East River? After a while, we can accompany you to the other mountains, okay?"

"No way!" Fu Fengyi flatly refused.

"Alright, since you insist, let's stick to our original plan. Come, let's go rest."

Ye Mo and Song Wanting each held Fu Fengyi and slowly walked in the direction of the inn. On the way, several people heard the music, and when they got closer, they saw that it was a disabled person with his hands and feet destroyed. Anyone who looked at him felt a twinge of discomfort. He was piled up on a wooden skateboard with wheels under it. He was pushing his way forward with an armless arm.

On the skateboard, next to him, was the little music box for Buddha. The tune was Amitabha.

This kind of scene was quite common in the city. Ye Mo knew that his mother would always have to give him alms, so he said, "Mom, wait for me for a moment. I'll go help him."

Ye Mo took out a stack of red notes from his wallet and placed it in the beggar's bowl. Perhaps the beggar had never seen someone give so much, so he kept saying thank you.

Before Ye Mo could turn his head, he heard his mother's hurried footsteps following him. Song Wanting ran over to the beggar's side, looking him up and down, and asked him in a trembling voice, "Child, how old are you, where are you from? "How did it become like this?"

"Mom!" Ye Mo held Fu Fengyi and said to her, "Don't ask, no. Look, he's at least ten years older than Zihan. That's impossible."

"Stop being so noisy, what do you know? Do you know how it's easy for people to get old when they beg outside every day? Not to mention ten years old, even twenty or thirty years old would be normal! " Fu Fengyi was a bit excited to the point that even the beggar was stupefied.

"Brother, can you please answer my mother's question?" Ye Mo said in a low voice, and understood that his mother was determined to ask him to the end. It had always been like this. Even if it seemed like she was ten years younger than Ye Han, she would still ask him. She said that there was a possibility that Xiao Yehan had gotten some sort of illness after he lost his way and stopped growing up. There was also a possibility that he could stop growing anything and that he couldn't let go of even a sliver of hope.

His mother's persistence had always made Ye Mo feel helpless and sad.

The beggar thanked Ye Mo for his generosity, and since he had been through so much and wanted to complain, he told Ye Mo about it.

"My hometown is very far away, but I don't remember the name."

After she finished her sentence, Fu Fengyi's body started trembling again. Ye Mo quickly put his arm around his mother's shoulders and softly consoled her, "Mom, don't be so excited. Let him finish."

"I was kidnapped."

Ye Mo was truly worried. He thought, why can't you just say it quickly? This trick must have stabbed his mother's nerves again. Her hands were getting cold.

"I remember when I was nine, I was taken out of my house by someone for fun, and then I was forcibly taken away. The way I was, the bad guys used my crippled body to beg for money. Fortunately, I slowly researched this thing myself and escaped while they were relaxing. Sigh! Those people are so bad. If I can't get the money, I'll be beaten and scolded. "Ai, I won't say anymore. Thank you, my lord. I wish you all the best in life and great benefits."

"No!" No! Mom, can you hear me? He said he left home when he was nine, and he remembered all that very well, no. "

Ye Mo said patiently to Feng Yi in a low voice, but she still shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"Did you see that? Did you see that? All the lost children suffered the same fate! "All of them!" Ye Mo couldn't bear to hug his mother. He whispered once again, "I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry, it's all because my son is useless. I haven't been able to get him back for you for such a long time. That's why you're thinking so much."

Song Wanting and Xia Yihan stood not too far away, so they couldn't hear what Ye Mo was saying to Fu Fengyi. It was obvious that the two of them were very sad.

Xia Yihan guessed that Fu Fengyi must have thought of Ye Han's matter again. If even a beggar was like this, then wouldn't she be so sad if Mo Xiaojun was really her son?

How could Fu Fengyi not know that it had nothing to do with Ye Mo at all? His communication was blocked when he went missing, making it hard to find. Now that twenty years had passed, it was easier to find him than to find a needle in a haystack if he had any special characteristics.

"Mom, let's go back, okay? "Go back and have a good rest before coming out again." Ye Mo said to his mother as if he was coaxing a child.

"Sigh!" Go back! No matter how much incense we burn, it might not be useful. " Fu Fengyi lamented.

Ye Mo turned around and gave Song Wanting a look. Song Wanting quickly went up to Fu Fengyi and held her up.

"Take my mother back to the hotel to rest. I need to contact her about going back." Ye Mo instructed Song Wanting.

"Alright."

The few of them walked in front, while Ye Mo called Lin Ling from behind. He told her to contact a helicopter, it had to be able to seat four people.

Lin Ling had always done things well, and Ye Mo had told her before he left that he was prepared to send a plane to meet them at any time.

Ye Mo was worried about his mother's health, and it wouldn't be convenient for her to stay away from home.

Fu Fengyi was too agitated today. This kind of situation was often the precursor to her illness. Lin Ling told Ye Mo not to put down the phone, she used the phone in her office to contact Ye Mo, then asked.

"Mr. Ye, are we still landing at that location?"

"Yes."

"It'll take you an hour and a half. Please wait a moment."

"Thank you!" Ye Mo said politely.

When they returned to the inn, Fu Fengyi looked exhausted.

"Mom, I've already contacted the helicopter. It will be here in about an hour. "Take a short break, I don't need you to prepare anything for me. I will get you some wine and some food."

"Alright, you can arrange it." He closed his eyes, and two tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Other than staying by his mother's side, Ye Mo couldn't do anything else.

When Xia Yihan saw Fu Fengyi's unwell state, she also felt unwell in her heart. However, she was the same as Ye Mo; there was nothing she could do to make her happy.

After packing up, Ye Mo told her to check out.

Ye Mo looked at his watch from time to time. Luckily, he didn't have to wait too long. Finally, an hour and twenty minutes had passed. He told Jiu Jiu to bring Fu Fengyi and his stuff and prepared to leave.

Song Wanting and Xia Yihan each carried their own travel bags. Ye Mo supported his mother and left the inn. In a few minutes, the helicopter landed on the plaza.

After boarding the plane, the helicopter slowly ascended and flew back to the East River after a short period of preparation.

There was a large and flat open space in the Ye family mansion. Ye Mo had specially prepared it at that time to use it to stop the helicopter.

This time, the helicopter landed on an empty space in the villa. After getting off the plane, Fu Fengyi's condition was even worse.

When the butler saw that Ye Mo had returned, he was terrified. He even secretly exchanged glances with Song Wanting, but Ye Mo didn't care about any of this. Right now, all of his thoughts were on his mother, so for the time being, he did not want to deal with any other matters.

"Butler, get the two doctors here!" he ordered.

"No!" I don't see a doctor! I'm fine! " Like the previous times, Fu Fengyi refused to see a patient.

"Mr. Ye, this …" The butler asked. Leaf Mo waved his hand and said, "There's no need for that. Go and ask the kitchen to prepare a light dinner."

"All of you, go back to your rooms." Ye Mo said to the women standing in front of Fu Fengyi's bed.

"Zimo, let me stay and take care of Auntie with you." Song Wanting rejoiced in her heart and felt that Fu Fengyi's illness was too timely. Since she was sick, she had an excuse to stay at the Ye Family.

"Let's go out first. I'll call you if I need anything." Ye Mo said coldly without even looking at her.

The women left and the room became quiet. Fu Fengyi leaned against the bed with her eyes closed.

"You go out too, I want to be alone!" Her words were unquestionable. Ye Mo could tell that she would be angry if he insisted on staying here, so right now, she could only think about it.

"Mom, if you need anything, just call me. I'm in the bedroom."

"Yes." Fu Fengyi weakly snorted.

After Ye Mo returned to his bedroom, he sat down in front of the computer, turned it on, and opened the photo of Mo Xiaojun.

Could it be him? He silently asked himself, should he investigate, or should he avoid it? If she did not investigate, would she have to suffer like this all the time?