Fake daughters are wealthy

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Ye Wangchuan covered the darkness in his eyes, he didn't ask any more questions on the way, and quietly followed the old housekeeper all the way to find Mr. Ye.

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

"Grandpa." Seeing him, Ye Wangchuan put away his casual attitude and became serious.

Ye Maoshan looked back to see him, put down the bird teasing stick in his hand, added some bird food to his own bird, and said in a neutral voice: "Here we come."

"Uncle He told you."

Ye Wangchuan hadn't opened his mouth yet, so he said it first when the old god was there.

The old butler immediately lowered his head and stared at the toe of his shoe.

Ye Wangchuan rubbed the space between his eyebrows, took a step forward and took the bird food in his hand, and fed the bird for him: "What are they here for?"

Ye Maoshan glanced at him with a half-smile, knowing that he was changing the topic, and he didn't want to blame the old housekeeper himself.

This stinky boy!

Ye Wangchuan interrupted me suddenly: "You are your mother."

"Your relatives are not only you and eldest aunt, but also Chenchen. The rest are all your relatives." Ye Wangchuan was calm and caressed my back heavily.

Ye Maoshan was so angry that the veins under his forehead bulged, he patted the table, seeing that his actions had the slightest deterrent effect, his grandson still seemed to be answering with reason.

Mr. Ye touched the bridge of his nose, his old face rarely showed a bit of embarrassment, but soon he acted as if nothing had happened, and said with an old face: "After all, they are from his family. No matter what, he also wants to check every time. It's for people's face."

Ye Wangchuan walked over and patted me on the back, smooth, but with a weak edge later on.

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

"Stinky boy."

I looked at Mr. Ye indifferently, and said, "Do you have a grandfather?"

"His eldest son!"

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

When Ye Maoshan saw that I was coming to worry about his health again, he sighed, and looked at me simply: "He said that he treats you so badly, and he is a sentimental person, why does he have to treat his relatives so badly?" Small. The grievances and grievances of the older generation should be involved in them. The matter of his parents... Alas... You are also vague and right or wrong. In short, it is the matter of the two of us. His father died so young, why should he still resent The only relative living in this world."

Ye Wangchuan put on the cup of water, with deep eyebrows, a crisp suit, and well-articulated fingers, one should be as noble and outstanding as an heir carefully cultivated by the Ye family.

How can I blame the old people around me for a little thing.

He is not a tyrant.

He just let his grandson take away his job, and acted as a shopkeeper: "People came to find you."

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

"Stinky boy!"

Ye Maoshan was blocked for a while, and he couldn't speak for a long time before he could say: "He said yes, but you are right? The two of them went to the hospital for a blood test, and the laboratory test reported the facts."

It can be seen that Ye Maoshan often said this sentence.

Ye Wangchuan added a little water to the thrush, and the bird jumped up and down happily in the cage, cursing in a Beijing accent.