Ye Wangchuan concealed the darkness in his eyes and did not ask any more questions on the way. He followed the old housekeeper quietly all the way to find Mr. Ye.

Ye Maoshan was standing in the pavilion of the small garden waiting for him to come over, while still teasing the blackbird he had raised for almost ten years.

"Grandpa." When Ye Wangchuan saw him, he put away his casual attitude and became serious.

Ye Maoshan turned around and saw him, put down the bird stick in his hand, added some bird food to his bird, and said in a neither salty nor bland voice: "Here he comes."

"Your Uncle He has told you."

Before Ye Wangchuan opened his mouth, he said it first because the old god was there.

The old butler immediately lowered his head and stared at the toes of his shoes.

Ye Wangchuan rubbed his eyebrows, stepped forward, took the bird food from his hand, and fed the birds for him: "What are they here for?"

Ye Maoshan glanced at him with a half-smile, knowing full well that he was changing the subject and unwilling to question the old housekeeper himself.

This brat!

Ye Wangchuan suddenly interrupted me: "Are you your mother?"

"The only relatives you have are you and your aunt, not even Chenchen. The rest of you are your relatives." Ye Wangchuan calmly stroked my front and back again.

Ye Maoshan was so angry that the veins under his forehead bulged, and he patted the table. Seeing that his behavior had not deterred him at all, his grandson still looked like he was answering questions.

Mr. Ye touched the bridge of his nose, a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face, but soon he acted as if nothing had happened, and said in an arrogant manner: "They are his father-in-law's family after all. After all, he has to do it every time."

It’s to give people face.”

Ye Wangchuan walked over and patted me on the back, feeling calm and relaxed, but he seemed to have a weak edge after that.

Ye Wangchuan's face was full of indifference, and his eyes were narrowed to hide this hint of unruliness: "So, since you are not related by blood, you must recognize you?"

"Brat."

I looked at Mr. Ye with an indifferent expression and said, "Do you have any father-in-law?"

"His big guy!"

Ye Maoshan took a deep breath and prepared to reason with me: "If he admits it, he can't cut off the relationship? Besides, on his mother's side..."

When Ye Maoshan saw me coming over and worried about his health, he sighed and looked at me simply: "He said he was so bad to you, and he is a sentimental person, why do he have to have such opinions towards his relatives on his mother's side?

Xiao. The grievances of the older generation should be related to the matters below them, his parents... Sigh... You also said that it is unclear whether it is right or wrong. In short, it is a matter between the two of us. His father passed away so young, why should he still be resentful?

The only relative alive."

Ye Wangchuan put the cup filled with water. His deep eyebrows, crisp suit, and well-jointed fingers all showed that he was a distinguished and distinguished heir carefully cultivated by the Ye family.

How can I blame the old people around me for trivial matters?

He is not a tyrant.

He allowed his grandson to take away his job and became a hands-off shopkeeper: "They came to find you."

"You're too lazy to tell him." Yang Youhong picked it up in one breath and waved his hands, looking exhausted.

"Brat!"

Ye Maoshan was speechless. It took him a long time to hold back the words: "He said yes, so you are yes? The two of them went to the hospital for a blood test, and they reported the facts."

It can be seen that Ye Maoshan often says this sentence.
Chapter completed!