Chapter 7 Leg Disease

Ye Xingmian was stunned, when did her father become such a strange person, she cried to Ye Hui on the other end of the phone: "No one! No one taught me! Mom is gone, and you're busy working every day, who can teach me? ”

Ye Hui on the other end of the phone was silent and hung up the phone.

Ye Xingmian slid to the ground sluggishly, Wu Ting looked at her appearance and smiled proudly, the cheap/human daughter had long been looking at the eyesore, and now it was her own fault that she was like this. She sneered at the maid on the side, the maid understood, and set up Ye Xingmian, Wu Ting smiled loudly:

"Aren't you going to kneel, go to the ancestral hall and kneel for your dead mother, don't kneel in my eyes."

She glanced at the servant who was holding Ye Xingmian:

"Let the eldest lady kneel in the ancestral hall, kneel her for two days, and no one will be allowed to see her."

Ye Xingmian struggled, and finally arrived at the ancestral hall and didn't break free, the two servants threw her in the ancestral hall in the backyard of the villa, closed the wooden door, and locked it. There was only a light yellow lamp left in the ancestral hall, and her mother Su Qingwan's tablet was in the most inconspicuous corner, and a futon stood alone in front of these tablets.

Ye Xingmian leaned on Su Qingwan's tablet and stiffly pulled out a smile: "Mom, why did you fall in love with your father in the first place?" He choked up as he spoke, tears running down his cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground. He doesn't deserve your love at all......"

It's a cold November day.

There is no heating or air conditioning in the ancestral hall. Only one stove burned in the clearing.

Ye Xingmian was very cold, curled up in a ball, and talked to Su Qingwan's cold tablet about what happened:

"Mom, do you know, I'm amazing, I took the first place in the class again, and all the teachers praised me......"

"Mom, I still have contact with good friends in China, Xiaoqing just called me yesterday, saying that he would come to ......see me with Xiaohe Ou when he was free."

"Mom, I also told Cheng Mochen before I came to country M, I don't know if he has forgotten me......"

"Mom, why did you leave me? I don't want to stay any longer, I really can't hold on......"

"Mom, I miss you so much......"

When the words fell, Ye Xingmian's vision blurred, and she felt that her life seemed to be draining.

Mom, is Mianmian going to find you? Finally...... I'm going to see my mother......

Ye Xingmian smiled contentedly, she seemed to see her mother in front of her, smiling at herself, and calling herself "baby" affectionately......

Wu Ting said that she was locked up for two days because she was really locked up for two days, and no one brought her food to eat, and no one came to see her.

When she woke up, she was in the hospital.

Ye Xingmian looked at the white walls around him, his chaotic mind slowly became clear, and he was still a little groggy.

"Sleeping baby, you're finally awake!"

There seemed to be an exclamation in my ears, and it didn't seem to be quite real.

Ye Xingmian twisted his sore neck and looked at the woman on the side.

"Godmother."

This woman is her godmother Han Qi, an internationally renowned actress.

Han Qi hurriedly helped Ye Xingmian to sit at the head of the bed and brought her a glass of water.

Ye Xingmian took the water cup and took a sip, feeling a little strange, her legs were sore, and there was some pain like pinpricks. Sitting up, such a small movement, her face was pale from pain.

Seeing Ye Xingmian's questioning eyes, Han Qi's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Mianmian baby, that woman has been locked up in the ancestral hall for two days, and when my godmother found out about this and went to look for you, you had a fever, more than forty degrees, which frightened my godmother, and you ...... I also fell with a leg disease. The doctor said that in the future, every rainy weather, you will have leg pain. The doctor also said that you had a stomach problem before. As he spoke, Han Qi wiped a handful of tears.