Chapter 903: Drunk Alone

"Yangyang, if you don't admit your mistake quickly, this matter will be considered in the past." Ye Huanyu walked in front of Yang Yang as she spoke, squatted down, and squeezed her eyes at him.

Yang Yang suddenly understood: "Dead Bird Dad, I know ...... mistake" and then pretended to be pitiful, and a pair of big watery eyes flashed towards Qi Yemo one by one.

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, Qi Yemo can also see that Yangyang is acting for him.

But at this moment, he was not in the mood to worry too much about this kid.

"Alright, alright. Study hard in the future, learn more from Chenchen and be a good child. After Qi Yemo finished speaking, he sat on the sofa, leaned his head back on the backrest, and rubbed his temples with both hands.

Ye Huanyu smiled and scratched Yangyang's nose: "Go ahead, go upstairs with Chenchen to play." Then he whispered to his ear: "You give me a stop these two days, your father is upset." If you him off, I can save you once, but I can't guarantee that I will save you next time. ”

Yang Yang shrank his head and reached out to make an OK gesture.

Chenchen could see that something was wrong with the atmosphere of the adults, they couldn't help these children, they couldn't take care of anything, so it was better to stay away.

He pulled Yang Yang and took Bella upstairs.

"You're all hungry, I'm going to cook." Ye Huanyu hid in the kitchen under the pretext of excuse.

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One afternoon, Qi Yemo, Qin Huo, and Fei'er didn't say a word, and the room was unusually quiet, and the silence was a little creepy.

It was finally made to the evening.

When Ye Huanyu finished telling the last story to the little brothers, she looked up and saw that it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

The children were already asleep, and she gently tidied up the quilt for them.

Got up and walked out of the room lightly.

She was afraid of disturbing the child, so she gently closed the door again after going out.

But when he looked up, he saw Qin Huo standing outside Fei'er's door.

"What are you doing here?"

"Miss, I'm afraid that something will happen to Miss Fei'er, so the master specially asked me to watch her here."

"Oh...... What about Qi Yemo? ”

"Master, he ......" Qin Huo wanted to speak and stopped, but just turned his head to look at the staircase.

At this time, there were several crisp sounds of glass colliding from downstairs.

Ye Huanyu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she went down the stairs.

Xunsheng came to the living room, and under the dim light, he saw Qi Yemo sitting alone on the sofa.

On the coffee table in front of him were several bottles of red wine that had been opened, and empty bottles were scattered on the floor.

Raising his eyes to look at Qi Yemo, his face was as red as a flame.

His once cold eyes had become a little sluggish at the moment.

The neat suit was pulled by him like a rag.

The body that was once wrapped in cold is permeated by the smell of alcohol.

At this moment, he was holding a goblet that had just been filled with red wine.

As soon as he tilted his head, the red liquid drained in a short instant.

"Bang......" The wine glass slammed heavily on the coffee table, making a screeching sound.

He didn't see Ye Huanyu standing beside him.

By this time, he had integrated into his own world.

Once, there were parents and aunts in his world......

But now they are all gone......

He was the only one left......

He can only rely on alcohol to anesthetize and soothe his lonely heart.

Reaching out his already trembling hand, he grabbed the nearest wine bottle.

"Knock Knock Knock......" A dark red liquid spilled out of the glass like blood......

Ye Huanyu's eyes were soaked with tears, and her heart was also screwed hard.

She knew that Fang Gu was his closest person, and her unexpected death was undoubtedly an extremely heavy blow.

The bitterness in his heart, she knows: even though he can call the wind and rain, but he can't do anything about the unexpected departure of his relatives.

When Qi Yemo was about to drink it all again, a delicate and delicate hand grabbed his wrist.