C775 Young Master Ye's maid 697

"But …"

"His son is dying. Can you take on this responsibility? "

Her anger was not fake. Thinking about how she was alone here, Ye Mo spent all her time with Xia Yihan, and all the love she gave to Xia Yihan, the dissatisfaction and hatred she had accumulated throughout the night exploded in an instant.

The maid thought that she was just a servant and that the young master was the flesh and blood of the gentleman. This was an indisputable fact. She stretched out her rough hand and took out her phone.

Song Wanting grabbed the phone and didn't even look at the maid. She lit up the screen but didn't lock the password, and directly entered the familiar number, the number that she would never forget.

Ye Mo kissed Xia Yihan, causing the two of them to miss each other very much.

After the bell rang, Ye Mo stood up as if he didn't want to give up.

This ringtone was from the maid who was watching over Song Wanting. Song Wanting, you better behave.

Ye Mo asked coldly, "What is it?"

Without waiting for Ye Mo to finish speaking, Song Wanting's voice reached Ye Mo's ears through the radio. Zimo, child, child … " Song Wanting did not finish her sentence before she started crying, and Ye Zhengheng's crying also came at the same time.

"Tell me, what happened to him?" Ye Mo's cold face darkened.

Xia Yihan tidied her clothes in silence. She did not blame Song Wanting, nor did she resent Lil 'Ye for being so honest. She smiled as she walked behind Ye Mo. She hugged Ye Mo from behind, silently passing on her consolation.

On the other end of the phone, Song Wanting was crying miserably.

"Zimo, hurry up and come over. Even if you don't like me, a child is innocent."

Song Wanting cried as her eyes began to collect frost. The maid beside her rubbed her hands together, feeling the cold.

"Got it." Song Wanting was guilty, and Ye Zhengheng was only a child. He should not have endured this unnecessary punishment. As he himself had said, the child could not choose his mother.

Ye Mo hung up the phone and called the hospital. After giving a simple instructions, he hung up the phone. He looked apologetically at Xia Yihan. It seemed like they were going to separate again. He had to go over to see if Song Wanting was the culprit. In an extreme case, it would be best if you didn't do anything.

"Yihan."

Mo, there's no need to say anything. Go ahead, the child needs you. Xia Yihan thought of Lil 'Ye, and a warm look appeared on her face. She hoped that Lil' Ye was alright.

Lin Daohui thought that Mr. Ye would take at least one or two days to come out, but he did not expect to see Mr. Ye's slightly tired figure.

"Let's go back."

It was not that he did not want to look back, he just did not dare to look back, and had just met up with her. Ye Mo believed that he had already started to get sick, and it was an illness called lovesick, and there was no cure, the only cure was Xia Yihan.

Xia Yihan watched as Ye Mo left. Before Ye Mo left her line of sight, she started to miss him.

The sound of the car had disappeared, along with its shadow. Xia Yihan wasn't worried about her situation anymore, she was worried about whether Ye Zhengheng was in critical condition or not.

Lil 'Ye, Zhengheng, you have to be fine. Mommy Han has to watch you grow up.

"Miss Xia, this is what Mr. Ye brought to you."

Lin Da Hui ran over hurriedly and called out to the beauty who wanted to close the door.

When Xia Yihan heard that it was something Ye Mo had brought for her, she quickly ran over and took the bag.

"Thank you." She kept mumbling softly.

"Miss Xia, Mr. Ye has always cared about you. You must take care of yourself and not let Mr. Ye worry about you." The steel-like tough guy was afraid that Ye Mo would be angry when he left Xia Yihan, so he knew that Xia Yihan was also worried about Ye Zichen.

"Mm, I know. I'll have to trouble you to take care of Mo from now on, please." She hoped that he would be happy.

When Lin Dafui's figure disappeared, Xia Yihan tightly hugged her bag. This time, she really did leave, right?

Lin Da Hui could not understand. Mr. Ye clearly missed Miss Xia, so why didn't he personally give the package to Miss Xia? Miss Xia clearly missed Mr. Ye, but she didn't ask him to stay.

Xia Yihan walked into her own residence for a short period of time, then circled around it as she took a good look at its layout.

Two bedrooms and one living room. Not bad. Xia Yihan stepped into the house and placed the package on the tea table in the living room. Her heart was filled with sweetness as she wondered what Ye Mo would prepare for her.

She opened the package carefully and eagerly. At first, she was too anxious to open the wrapping. After opening the package, Xia Yihan looked at this strange present in confusion.

How could he send a bag to her, and what he sent was his own bag?

Xia Yihan reached out and picked up the familiar bag. No, this bag wasn't hers, she was bored when she had free time, so she liked to secretly embroider a small ink on her bag and her clothes. However, this ink was usually very secretive, and was very hard to find.

The calligraphy, Xia Yihan remembered. Which piece of clothing wasn't hers? When the police department saw the clothes that day, they had a strange feeling. The color and style were all the same, but they looked strange and couldn't say where it was wrong. Now that Xia Yihan knew that the clothes weren't hers, she would feel that it was strange.

Xia Yihan suppressed the excitement in her heart and reached out her hand to hold the bag tightly.

There was something in the bag.

Mobile phone? Notebook? Pens, paper, and food.

Ye Mo, you seem to know everything I need. It used to be and it is now.

Xia Yihan's thousand words turned into one sentence: Ye Mo, I miss you.

Little Ye Zhengheng, you have to get better as soon as possible. Mama Han can't come see you right now, do you want to get rid of your mother? You think it will get better.

Will it?

No one answered this question. The person that could answer this question was in the hospital. Song Wanting, accompanied by a female servant, rushed to the hospital with Ye Zhengheng.

The doctor was a woman in her forties who had just taken over the pale-faced child. She looked angry and resentful.

"How do you take care of your child?"

Facing such a severe doctor, Song Wanting didn't say a word.

"You are here." The doctor closed the door with the child in his arms.

Wine curled his lips at the side. Song Wanting, this snake and scorpion beauty, actually had a day when she was not allowed to talk back. The heavens were right.

The butler kept walking in circles. Miss Song said that she had informed Mr. Ye, but now that Mr. Ye was nowhere to be seen, only Mr. Ye could decide on the young master's business. Thinking about Ye Mo, the butler was scared and prayed for him to come quickly.

"What's going on?"

Ye Mo's cold voice sounded in their ears. Ye Mo had become their pillar of support and rescued the steward.

It was unknown whether she did it on purpose or not, but she fell into Ye Mo's embrace in front of everyone's eyes and cried. Her voice was very sad.

"Mr. Ye, the young master is inside." The steward answered with fear and trepidation. He bent his body to a ninety degree angle, not daring to look Ye Mo in the eye.

Ye Mo did not comfort Song Wanting, but signaled her to pull back. He only wanted to know Ye Zhengheng's situation, and Song Wanting was not his concern. He pulled away from Song Wanting with a smile. As long as it was something she didn't like, she liked to do the most.

"Don't cry anymore, the child is fine." Wine was something that had nothing to do with him. As he tried to console her, he thought about all the things that Song Wanting had done to Yihan.

Song Wanting looked at the man in front of her venomously. 'Ye Mo, you're heartless. You're blaming Ye Mo in your heart. The mockery and mockery of alcohol was actually rejected by Song Wanting.

Ye Mo felt that his gaze was coming from Song Wanting. She looked at him coldly and the corner of her mouth twitched. She wanted to smile, but her face was covered in tears. Ye Mo frowned. It seemed like Ye Zhengheng was really sick from Song Wan Ting's condition. He didn't pursue the matter of her appearance at the hospital and couldn't go to Yi Han's place today.

"Wine, go to Yihan's place. She's a little lonely by herself, you can also bring Mo Xiaojun, Hai Qingqing." When Ye Mo said that, he paused for a few seconds and finally said the name that he didn't like.

"Okay, okay. I'll definitely take good care of Yihan. I guarantee to return a fat and white Yihan to you." The wine opened his mouth and said confidently. He was afraid that Ye Mo wouldn't believe him, so he even stretched out his hand and swore.

"Hurry up and go." Ye Mo said with a rare smile.

The wine trotted out and returned in a few minutes.

Ye Mo asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?" The voice was emotionless.

"Mr. Ye, can you lend me your phone? I didn't bring my phone." He touched his hair and said embarrassedly, "Damn it, I rushed to the hospital today without a cell phone."

Ye Mo handed his phone over to the wine without a word. Once again, Song Wanting was provoked by Ye Mo's words. Not everyone could touch his things. The butler lowered his head and did not say anything. The lessons from the past had taught him what to say and what not to say.

"Little Jun, let's go find you and Qing Qing later. We'll watch Yi Han together." The wine raised his voice, unable to conceal the elation in his voice.

Ye Mo heard the name Mo Xiaojun and was a bit unhappy. After all, he was Yi Han's former lover. At this moment, the doctor opened the door and said in a clear voice, "Who is Ye Zhengheng's family?"

"Me."

"Follow me." The doctor nodded to Yinmo and led the way. Ye Mo, who was used to frowning before the call ended, followed the doctor. Song Wanting was angry because of Ye Mo's relationship with Xia Yihan, so she thought about how she had been grounded all this time, and how Xia Yihan had gotten into the world all by herself. She was extremely unbalanced, so much so that she did not even hear Ye Zhengheng's family being questioned.