Turning his head and asking. As soon as Ye Xingmian arrived at the gate, a maid who was repairing flowers and plants in the courtyard saw her and said in surprise: "Miss Ye, you are here!" I haven't seen you in three years...... Hurry up, Madame is waiting for you in the living room! ”

Ye Xingmian had some impressions of this friendly servant, and smiled at her: "Okay." ”

When I arrived in the living room, Cheng's mother was sitting elegantly on the sand, making a pot of flower tea, and Cheng Xiaomo was sitting quietly on the side.

As if sensing Ye Xingmian's gaze, Cheng's mother raised her head, her face in her forties did not leave the slightest trace of time, she was very beautiful, she was rich in beauty, and she was mature in her beauty.

Cheng's mother smiled at Ye Xingmian, hurriedly pulled her to sit down in front of the sofa, poured her a cup of freshly brewed flower tea, and said, "Xiao Mianmian, Auntie misses you to death!" You've been there for three years, and you rarely even call your aunt. Woo, Auntie is so sad! As he spoke, he pretended to cry.

At this time, Cheng Mochen walked down from upstairs, put his hands in his pockets, and pouted in disgust: "Mom, your crying is too fake." ”

Cheng's mother immediately stopped crying, gritted her teeth and looked at her son, picked up a pillow on the sofa and smashed it on Cheng Mochen, and said angrily: "You are really my own son!" Do you listen to what you are saying about a son? Yes? It's getting bigger and smaller! ”

Cheng Mochen snorted coldly, reached out to catch the pillow, and threw it back on the sofa. The cushion swirls in the air in a nice arc and falls onto the sofa.

Then he walked to the refrigerator with his hands in his pockets, took out a can of Coke and drank it.

Cheng's mother glanced at Cheng Mochen with disgust, turned her head and asked Ye Xingmian her question:

"Mianmian, how are you doing in the past three years? Auntie has lost a lot of weight when she sees you. Cheng's mother showed a slightly distressed look in her eyes. Is that old woman Wu Ting bullying you again? ”

Cheng Mochen heard this, and a pair of starry eyes pretended to glance at Ye Xingmian inadvertently.

He saw it when she met for the first time after she returned to China, Ye Xingmian's face was very white, almost sickly white, with slender wrists, a small waist and a small hand, and there didn't seem to be a few taels of flesh on his body.

Ye Xingmian was stunned, the lonely look in her eyes was even worse, she looked down at the clenched fist she put on her lap, and smiled relievedly: "I...... That's good. ”

is "very good", stepmother Wu Ting brought her two daughters into the house in the first year she and her father went to country M.

The eldest daughter Ye Xinqing is only three months younger than her, and the second daughter Ye Xinyao is already eight years old.

By the time the woman brought her two daughters to her home, her nightmare had already arrived......

Ye's father often travels on business, and it takes ten days and half a month to leave. She was only fourteen years old at the time, and all she knew was that this woman had entered her home and taken her mother's place. She cried for a long, long time, and her eyes were swollen like little peaches.

She goes to school every day, and the time she spends at home with Wu Ting will not be too long. Three months after Wu Ting moved into her house, Ye's father went on a business trip, and when she came home from school that day, Wu Ting sat on the sofa, and her "sister" Ye Xinqing sat next to Wu Ting. Some people came into the house, and Wu Ting instructed these people to throw everything out of her room. She knew from these people's mouths that Wu Ting wanted her to give her room to Ye Xinqing to live in.

Her room was second only to her father's room, the first one on the second floor, next to Ye's father's room.