Chapter 17： Manager Li, we are not familiar

"No one I choose has anything to do with you, Mr. Li, we are not familiar with it!"

Unable to break free from the strength in Li Muchen's hand, Ye Qingge could only choose not to look at his cold eyes.

"Unfamiliar? Unfamiliar after kissing and hugging?"

The taste of bone-eating ecstasy last night was still running around in the body.

Li Beichen thought that his self-control had always been very good, but when he encountered Ye Qingge, it would fall apart in an instant.

Ye Qingge's misty eyes were slightly stagnant.

The face that was accustomed to coldness showed a crimson color.

The ambiguity that occurred between the two last night, instantly struck across my mind.

"Uncle, I read few books, I really don't know what it means to be familiar."

Yanran smiled, with a variety of styles, as if he didn't care about the familiarity in Li Beichen's mouth.

"get off!"

The cold voice, with anger about to explode.

Li Beichen didn't understand how he would be interested in this woman.

Why did he think she was so young when kissing, but she was so indifferent to the kiss, as if there was no difference between kissing and eating.

Ye Qingge couldn't ask for it.

One problem she found was that when she called Uncle Li Beichen, he would definitely leave with anger.

It works like a spell.

Watching the magnificent convoy leave magnanimously, why are you too rich for fear of being kidnapped?

Back to Ye's house again, Ye Qingge felt so strange. She had lived here for fifteen years, but there was no trace of her existence here.

The house is still old. Although it has been a few years old, the decoration inside is new.

Luxurious, without the warmth in memory.

Dong Wenqian walked downstairs, her costume was still so bright and charming, and her gestures were full of flattery.

This is her aunt, who robbed her father and forced her mother away, oh, yes, she was angry with her grandmother.

Behind her was Ye Wenwen. Eight years later, she was no longer the little girl she was back then, and she was even more beautiful.

"Sister, you're back!" Ye Wenwen happily passed Dong Wenqian and ran to Ye Qingge sitting on the sofa.

The delicate words are full of joy and miss.

"Wenwen, slow down!"

With a rare smile, Ye Qingge hates everyone, but Ye Wenwen is innocent.

And Ye Wenwen was really good to her. Back then, she and her mother were driven away and they were penniless. Ye Wenwen stole her mother's money and gave it to her.

Otherwise, where would they have the money to go abroad.

"Sister, I miss you so much!" He gave Ye Qingge a big hug.

"I miss you too, you have grown up!"

Ye Wenwen is twenty this year, three years younger than Ye Qingge.

"Don't leave when you come back. We still live in a room, okay?"

"Wenwen, don't talk nonsense, our family does not accept outsiders!"

Dong Wenqian said with an upset expression.

"Mom, sister is not an outsider!"

Looking back at her mother annoyed, Ye Wenwen's eyes were slightly red.

Ye Qingge sneered. If it weren't for her mother, she would have kept her aunt by her side despite her grandma's dissuasion.

He won’t be taken away from her husband, driven out of the house, will never be able to go home after death, and will never look down.

Whose home is this anyway? Who is the outsider?

"Wenwen, we have time to eat together again!" Ye Qingge patted Ye Wenwen's hand and said with a smile.

"Sister, my mother has that temper. This is your home, and it will always be!"

Ye Wenwen was already crying when she was talking.

Ye Qingge smiled at her.

"I'm here to ask, when will my mother be buried?"

This was said to Dong Wenqian, cold and alienated.