The car drove all the way to the castle, and the husband and wife also discussed this thorny issue all the way, of course, the tricky thing was not how difficult they were to deal with, but once Yang Mingyu told the Mo family about the existence of fate, how could the Mo family give up.

The key is that the mouth grows on other people's bodies, and they can't control when people want to say it.

Ye Hao, "Let him come over tomorrow, but I can clearly tell him that it is impossible for us to give the child to the Mo family, even if he tells Mo Yixuan about the existence of Yuanyuan, it is useless, the child's household registration is already in my name, and Yuanyuan is now my son." Mo Yixuan wanted him to dream. ”

Ye Hao's voice sank, but the words he said were very powerful.

Although the child is not his own, he has developed feelings after raising it for so long, and besides, the child has called his father, and he is reluctant to let the child leave.

He Xiyan was anxious and couldn't sleep all night.

Even in my dreams, I dreamed that her fate was missing and so on......

And she didn't dare to imagine what she would do once the child was snatched away by the Mo family? If Mo Yixuan remarries his wife, what will happen if his stepmother abuses him?

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In the afternoon of the next day, Yang Mingyu came to the Ye Family Castle as promised.

He had just come from the company, and he was going to come in the morning, but there were too many things in the company to spare.

He got out of a van, dressed in very formal work clothes, and even his hair was slightly combed.

His eyes were a little puffy, and some dark circles were clearly visible, and he didn't seem to have had much rest recently.

"Is that Mr. Yang?" The security guard at the door asked lightly.

Yang Mingyu nodded, then took out his ID card from his wallet and handed it over.

The security guard opened the gates of the castle and told him to drive the car inside.

The castle is a typical ancient Gothic style, revealing a sense of mystery, and when Yang Mingyu came here, he felt as if he had come to the ancient court of Western Europe.

However, he didn't have the heart to appreciate anything here, even if it was a famous painting in the hall, he didn't have the heart to look at it.

"Where's Miss He?" She asked a servant at the door, who was Wang Lan.

Wang Lan laughed coldly, and she didn't know what to laugh at.

Just made a gesture of please.

Soon, Yang Mingyu was taken to a reception hall by Wang Lan.

The hall is very spacious, and the decorations inside are all imitation of the palace style, revealing a kind of ancient luxury.

"Wait here, I'll call my wife down." Wang Lan still had a cold face, looking expressionless.

Yang Mingyu frowned suddenly, and quickly caught the key word that the maid said just now: Mrs.

Could it be that He Xiyan is already married to Ye Hao and married? But why didn't he hear when they had a wedding, and the media didn't report it?

Wang Lan came to the baby room on the second floor, where He Xiyan was feeding Yuan Yuan to eat, and Yuan Yuan was playing with toys after taking a bite.

He doesn't know how many toys there are, and he can pile them up in a warehouse.

"He's coming." Wang Lan said lightly, her face paralyzed, as if someone owed her money.

He Xiyan nodded, and then asked Wang Lan to carry the child into the stroller and let him push the stroller down.

Although the castle has only four floors, it still has elevators.

"Later, you can make me a cup of tea, and then prepare some snacks and fruit."