Chapter 7: The Lord of His Own Hand of Pride

"Alright, let's go back first." Ye Zhuoli waved his hand and said directly.

Then let Ye Xintong sit back in the car.

Ye Xintong is not white, "Aren't we going to give gifts?" ”

"Deliver it later." Ye Zhuoli replied simply, and then with a look, Ye Xintong didn't say anything.

When getting into the car, Ye Zhuoli glanced back at Ye Jinliang, who was still standing there, his face was ugly, and he urged impatiently: "Don't keep up yet?" ”

"Well, okay!"

Ye Jinliang was stupid and excited, and hurriedly trotted over, and was about to get into the car-

My father closed the car door directly.

The car window rolled down, and Ye Zhuoli said ruthlessly, "Run in by yourself." ”

As he spoke, he had already taken the disinfectant tissue from the driver in front of him and wiped his hands briefly.

As if Ye Jinliang had some kind of virus, he was so disgusted.

Ye Jinliang pursed his lips tightly, watched the car turn around, and turned back.

The fist that hung down her thigh, clenched and clenched, then released, clenched, and released......

Over and over again, regulating emotions.

Never mind.

Really, it doesn't matter.

Ye Jinliang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes again, his emotions had returned to calm.

She ran straight in the direction of the car.

On the 500-meter road, Ye Jinliang ran out of breath.

As soon as the person ran to the door, he was stopped by a fat woman who threw her a bag with disgust.

"On the foot, this carpet is more than 100,000 custom-made."

Ye Jinliang knew this person, the housekeeper of the Ye family, when he was there before, he bullied her a lot, didn't give her food, and didn't even give her a quilt and heating at night in winter.

This one...... Naturally, we won't let it go!

Ye Jinliang didn't say anything, and directly put the yin bag on his feet.

"Eh, what's the matter with you, aren't you going to give gifts?"

Another familiar voice sounded, and Ye Jinliang's movements stiffened a little.

Slowly raise your head -

It was a beautiful woman in a cheongsam, arranging her hair, and when she looked at Ye Jinliang, her brows frowned directly, "Where did this beggar come from, why did she let her enter the house!" Get out! ”

This is Ye Jinliang's ...... Biological mother!

It was also she who lost Ye Jinliang who was still in infancy.

However, on the day Ye Jinliang was picked up from the orphanage, she was even more indifferent than her father!

"Mom, that's Xiao Liang, Xiao Liang is back."

Ye Xintong walked towards Gao Rou and held her hand affectionately.

Gao Rou frowned, with a shocked look on her face, "Xiao Liang? ”

She looked at Ye Jinliang again, as if she couldn't believe it, "She's not ......"

"Okay, take it up and tidy it up first, what kind of body is dirty!"

Ye Zhuoli waved his hand impatiently, and his gaze swept to Ye Jinliang again, as if he was eagerly waiting for something!

"Then we'll go up first."

Ye Jinliang said weakly, and then followed the housekeeper upstairs.

Half an hour later......

When Ye Jinliang appeared in front of Ye Zhuoli and the others again, a look of surprise appeared in everyone's eyes.

And Ye Jinliang stood there, enjoying the amazing eyes of others, and did not feel embarrassed, or unbearable.

On the contrary, these glances were what she wanted.

"Xin Tong, go prepare clothes, put on some makeup for your sister, and go to Bo's house together in the evening."

Ye Zhuoli suddenly said with some excitement.

And his words surprised both Ye Xintong and Gao Rou.