Chapter 507: Xia Yue's lackey

Under Ye Qingqing's unremitting squatting, she finally knew where the Ye family lived now, she was going to come to the door, but later found that Ye Laogen and Xia Yue's slut didn't know what to say, and the soft eyes were something that Ye Qingqing had never seen in her memory, it was obvious that Ye Laogen trusted Xia Yue very much, and she was afraid that it would not work if she went rashly at this time.

Ye Qingqing continued to wait, wait, and finally waited for a good time! It's the New Year!

She remembered that when she was a child, Ye Laogen would smile more than usual every Chinese New Year, and would buy her and Changsheng some snacks that they wouldn't buy on weekdays.

Ye Qingqing originally wanted to recognize her relatives in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, but she hid in the alley and smelled the aroma of meat made by every household, among which the fragrance of the Ye family was the strongest, and her stomach that had not eaten for several months really couldn't stand it, so she went to knock on the door.

In order to make herself look less sloppy, she even cleaned her face with snow before knocking on the door, and she was very disgusted when she saw that the snow was black, and waited until she thought she was good.

When she knocked on the door, she even thought to herself, who would open the door for her?

Is it Ye Laogen? When he saw himself, would he be excited and say Qingqing, where did you go, Daddy misses you so much?

Is it Ye Changsheng? Did he see that he was expressionless or was he arguing with himself? She was just too stupid before, why bother with him? Otherwise, we wouldn't be in the current situation.

Or is it Xia Yue? Would she be surprised to see herself, and then frightened not to let her in, worried that she would expose her plot?

It should be Xia Yue who opened the door for herself, could it be that she still asked her man or father-in-law to open the door? Thinking that Xia Yue saw that her face was bloodless with fright, Ye Qingqing showed a smug smile.

The door opened, and a woman she didn't know, and the look in her eyes was very displeased, and she was just about to ask questions, when she heard the woman who opened the door turn to the house and say that she was a beggar.

Beggar? You mean her? Ye Qingqing was so angry in her heart that she wanted to slap this woman in the face, and just before she could come back to her senses, she saw the woman tell her to wait here, and she went to get her food.

Hearing what to eat, Ye Qingqing couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and when the woman entered the house, she came back to her senses that she was not really a beggar! This is her home!

So she walked in, looked around unscrupulously, and after seeing the area of the courtyard and the things inside, she couldn't help but breathe heavily, her eyes were full of greed, the courtyard with two entrances and two exits was not very large, and the palace she had been taken to in her previous life was even smaller and pitiful.

But, for the current Ye family, it's really big!

And there are so many people in the yard, it doesn't look like a neighbor or anything, but like a maid bought to serve people.

Who are these people buying to serve? According to her observation, Changsheng went to work in the store every day, Ye Laogen's age was there, even if someone needed to serve him, there was no need for so many people, the only possibility was that Xia Yue's slut was jealous because of the things in her previous life, so she deliberately bought so many people to come back to serve to satisfy her despicable and selfish vanity!

Ye Qingqing's eyes were red with jealousy.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, are there any rules?" The woman who opened the door for her before should have been a maid, and when she saw her come in, she scolded her.

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