C793 Young Master Ye's maid 715

"Butler, is there something important?" Ye Haoran's old voice sounded in the steward's ear.

"Mr. Ye, the young master has been sent to the hospital today with no results. He has already left." The butler was afraid of Ye Mo and hoped that Ye Haoran and Fu Fengyi would come here.

Ye Haoran's first thought was: would Ye Mo and Xia Yihan have a conflict?

"Alright, I know. Pay attention to the others over there."

"Old Ye, why is there still someone calling right now?" Fu Fengyi was still awake. When Ye Haoran entered the bedroom, she felt the atmosphere was heavy.

Ye Haoran had already started to tread lightly, but he didn't expect to fail.

The steward said that Lil 'Ye, Zheng Zheng Heng, left the hospital today. "Don't be too excited, I'm afraid the child is not more upset than we are." "Ye Haoran held onto Fu Fengyi tightly, afraid that she would faint after hearing the news. The fact that the child's mother was Song Wanting was an indisputable fact. The child's surname, Ye, was also a nail in the bucket.

"Let's go and take a look tomorrow." He remembered that it was only a few days after Lil 'Ye went to the hospital, and something like this happened. Whether or not Song Wanting would use her child to frame Xia Yihan, she should not have killed the child. After all, they were related by blood.

That night, Xia Yihan didn't sleep, Ye Mo didn't sleep, and Ye Haoran didn't sleep.

Zero Song Wanting fell asleep.

Wasn't this Lil 'Ye constant? He's not dead yet? Song Wanting looked at Ye Zichen, who was standing not too far away from her, and wanted to hug him.

Ye Zichen glared at Song Wanting, then looked at her with a pale face.

"Mom, how could you be so heartless? How could you be so cruel as to kill me?" As she spoke, she walked towards Song Wanting.

Song Wanting remembered that Little Ye was unable to walk, so how could this Ye Zhengheng in front of her be so tall? When she was careless, she was stopped by Little Ye. He reached out his hand to pinch her neck and shouted, "Why did you want to kill me, why did you do that?"

"Sorry child, sorry mother didn't want to kill you. Child, don't look for mother." Song Wanting screamed as she broke free from Ye Zhengheng's restraints and ran. Did she bump into someone?

"Song Wanting, you actually killed the child, I won't let you go." Ye Mo stood in front of Song Wan Ting. His expression was dark as he looked at her.

"Zimo, I didn't do it on purpose. I really didn't do it on purpose." Song Wanting kneeled down and shook her head. She saw that Lil 'Ye was walking towards her.

"Don't, don't come over child, don't come over." Song Wanting shouted loudly.

This was a dream. Song Wanting discovered that she was drenched in sweat. She dreamt of Little Ye being constant, and Song Wanting could no longer sleep. Her eyes were filled with the same look as when Little Ye died.

Your child shouldn't blame your mother, Song Wanting muttered to herself until daybreak.

Xia Yihan had been watching the brightly lit study. When the sun rose, she went to the kitchen to cook breakfast for Leaves. She was thinking about how to solve this problem.

"Young Madam, why are you up so early?" When the butler saw Xia Yihan, he was surprised for a moment, then immediately greeted her respectfully.

"No worries, I'll cook some breakfast for Mr. Ye. Go and get busy with your own stuff." Xia Yihan nodded and smiled as she entered the kitchen.

When the other maids wanted to help Xia Yihan, Xia Yihan politely declined them all.

Seeing this, the butler carefully left the kitchen. Seeing that Ye Mo's study room was still lit, he shook his head and said, "Old Mistress Ye, Mr. Ye, come quickly. If you don't come soon, we will be in deep water from now on."

Ye Haoran arrived while the steward was silent.

"What's up with the butler?" Ye Haoran asked in a serious tone, while Fu Fengyi said anxiously, "Why did the child leave? Did anything else happen?"

Miss Xia, Miss Song and Sister Yue are taking care of the child. The person who delivered the food spoke to me a little more because there were fewer vegetables. Hearing Miss Xia's slightly sharp cry, I ran over; the child's face was pale; Miss Xia ordered us to go to the hospital as if Miss Song had been slapped in the face by Miss Xia. " The butler explained the situation carefully. He put his hands and feet down, he was afraid of Ye Mo and Ye Haoran.

"Did Yihan say why she hit Song Wanting?" Ye Haoran asked the butler.

"I didn't say that, but Song Wanting seemed to have gone mad before."

"Got it, let's go take a look at Zimo."

Ye Haoran and the butler had been chatting quite a bit, she guessed that Ye Haoran would not spoil her plans. No, at this critical moment, she couldn't let anything go wrong.

Song Wanting pulled her hair into a mess and happily opened the door. The moment the door opened, a cautious expression appeared on her face.

"All of you are bad people, just like big sister. Say, do you want to kill this baby?" Song Wanting pounced at Fu Fengyi. Although Ye Haoran was old, Song Wanting still did not dare to pounce at him.

The butler quickly pulled on Song Wanting.

"Dad, why are you pulling me? They and big sister killed the baby." Song Wanting carefully glanced at Ye Haoran, then shrunk her shoulders in fear. She was already afraid, afraid that things would get out of hand, afraid that Little Ye would come looking for her, and she did not believe in ghosts or gods either. Ever since that dream, she had been in a trance, and from time to time, she would see Little Ye smile at her.

"I'm not your father." After saying so, the steward carefully looked at the Ye Clan elders, afraid that their impression of him would deteriorate.

"Elder sister? "Who's the big sister?" Ye Haoran looked at the butler.

"Big sister is big sister." Song Wanting looked at Ye Haoran with disdain.

"It can't be that he's really gone mad, right?" Fu Fengyi mumbled to herself. She looked at Song Wanting's messy hair and dirty clothes with a bit of disgust.

"Butler, take her up." Fu Fengyi said impatiently, "Let's go and see how Yi Han and Zimo are doing." Fu Fengyi pulled Ye Haoran around Song Wanting and left.

"Don't take me away, dad, you can't let bad people harm your baby." Song Wan Ting struggled as she ran in front of Ye Haoran. She shouted, "You! You are not allowed to harm my baby! My sister killed my baby! Ah, my baby died!" Song Wanting placed her hands on the ground in front of Ye Haoran.

Song Wanting curled up into a ball, hugged her head and squatted on the ground. She kept muttering to herself, dead, two words very, very light.

She suddenly jumped up and said desolately to Fu Fengyi, "The baby is dead." Tears kept flowing down her face, and even Song Wanting didn't know why she was crying. She thought she was going to pretend to be crying, but she didn't think much about it. The tears were already falling, and when she thought about the child's death, the tears would uncontrollably spill out of her eyes.

From what she knew, Xia Yihan had no reason to kill her child, but now that Song Wanting was like this and she remembered what happened to her, Fu Fengyi still believed in Xia Yihan.

The butler saw Ye Haoran's expression and decided not to bring Song Wanting away. He didn't know who was the one to suffer and could only drag her to the second floor.

Xia Yihan walked out with his breakfast in a bad mood. He hadn't rested for the entire night. Coupled with the matter with Little Ye, he had lost a lot of weight. Compared to Xia Yihan, he was like a celestial being, or an underground being!

"Dad, mom, why are you guys here? Have you eaten breakfast yet? I'll go and prepare more breakfast! " Xia Yihan handed her breakfast to a maid not far away, then walked towards the kitchen tiredly. Lil 'Ye was just leaving, while Yinmo was sad, so wasn't she too!

"Yihan, it's fine. Let the others do it, you." Fu Fengyi was somewhat unable to say anything. The child had left, Song Wanting had gone mad, and Xia Yihan seemed to have suffered a huge blow.

"Yihan, Zimo, he …?" Ye Haoran frowned and asked Xia Yihan, "Ye Mo, you're the son of me, Ye Haoran, a man doesn't shed tears."

"Dad, Mom, Zimo has been working on the documents last night. I'll call him over personally later to eat!" Xia Yihan slightly turned her head and looked towards Ye Mo's study, a look of pity flashing past her eyes. As long as she thought about Ye Mo not sleeping that night, Xia Yihan's soft heart would hurt, as if it was stung by a bee!

"Go!" Ye Haoran could tell that Xia Yihan wasn't as happy as she looked!

Fu Fengyi looked at Xia Yihan's frail figure and felt a little uncomfortable. This child, Fu Fengyi had left behind a long sigh. Before everything was settled, another wave had appeared. It was truly a troublesome matter.

As Xia Yihan did what she was doing, she thought about how she could explain it to Ye Mo so he could finish what she was saying without thinking too much. Xia Yihan did not pay attention to the movements of her hands. She only thought about the matter of Crown Prince Ye and cut off a piece of the flesh on her hands.

"Young Madam, are you alright?" When the maid saw that her mistress was injured, she became completely terrified. When she saw the blood on Xia Yihan's hands, she became even more panicked than Xia Yihan.

"I'm fine. Help me get the medicine and the gauze." Xia Yihan said simply. This wasn't a serious injury.

"Yes, Young Madam." The maid left while nodding. As she watched Xia Yihan's disappearing figure, the sadness on her face slowly appeared. Could it be that the winter with Zimo was going to continue freezing? It was almost spring.

How could he explain to Ye Mo what happened to Ye Zichen? This was the most troublesome thing for Xia Yihan. She did not kill Ye Zichen, but it was Song Wanting who did. However, Xia Yihan was still blaming herself for missing out on her actions, blaming herself for not taking everything into consideration.

This was Zimo's first child, Xia Yihan was truly afraid that Ye Mo wouldn't be able to survive this.

"Young Madam, the medicine is here." When the maid hurried into the kitchen and saw the young lady silently preparing breakfast, she felt an indescribable loneliness on her face. Even the sunny weather had begun to turn dark.

Xia Yihan nodded towards the maid with a smile. After a simple bandage, she turned her hand around without any discomfort and continued to move her hand around.