The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 1783

She wanted to see them too, to ask why they abandoned her, just because she was a girl?
Is it because I want a son that I despise her?

She asked herself countless times in her heart.

It must be so. They value sons over daughters and don't want her daughter. Although she is also their blood, they still don't want her.

"Where's your father?" Ye Yiwei stared blankly at the photo, feeling that she was so lonely alone, and she didn't want to die alone in the future.

Meng Zhanyang gritted his teeth and said, "He... is dead!"

"Why don't you put pictures of your uncle and aunt together? Aunty is so lonely by herself."

Ye Yiwei was immersed in her own thoughts, and did not notice the gloomy expression of the person beside her, and his increasingly turbulent emotions.

Every word she said hurt him deeply and aroused more resentment in him.

Meng Zhanyang snorted: "Stop talking!"

He turned and went to the balcony, looking at the clear sky, trying to clear away the haze in his heart.

Ye Yiwei was startled, what happened to him?Did I say something wrong?
Thinking about it carefully, she suddenly realized that maybe his father didn't die, he just left them, and Meng Zhanyang hated his father, that's why he thought he was dead.

Ye Yiwei felt sorry for reminding him of his sadness, and followed her out of the balcony, ready to comfort him.

"The weather is great."

Before she could speak, Meng Zhanyang suddenly opened his mouth with a smile, and returned to that gentle appearance, as if nothing happened just now, it was just Ye Yiwei's illusion.

"Well, it's very good." Ye Yiwei walked over and sat down beside him.

The balcony of his house is very spacious, with a garden and benches. There is also a pool in the corner, where many goldfish are raised.

"I'm really sorry just now, I didn't mean it."

I apologize, and I feel better.

"It's nothing, it's my fault, I didn't control my emotions well."

Meng Zhanyang stretched out his hand, hesitated for a while, and still held Ye Yiwei's hand in his palm.

Ye Yiwei was startled, her heart beat wildly a few times, then she calmed down, and let him hold it without pulling it back.

The little hand in the palm was as soft as boneless, and the skin was smooth and white. Meng Zhanyang rubbed her hand unconsciously, and his palm was full of sweat after a while.

"May I..." The words were cut off again, Meng Zhanyang turned his head and looked deeply at Ye Yiwei.

A pair of bright eyes seem to be flowing with tenderness, this look is so familiar, like that person who often appears in dreams, really like.

In a daze, Meng Zhanyang buried his head, and his lips were about to touch Ye Yiwei's.

My heart flustered and flustered.

The moment his lips touched, Ye Yiwei lowered her head, and his lips finally landed on her forehead, a real kiss.

Two bright red flowers climbed onto Ye Yiwei's cheeks, her breathing was short and rapid, why did she think of someone she shouldn't think about, and she still felt that the eyes of the two were alike.

There is really no cure for her. After being poisoned by Ji Yunyi, she is afraid that she will live in his shadow for the rest of her life.

Looking at the shy girl in front of him, Meng Zhanyang had a warm smile on his lips.

Although it was only for a moment, he felt that he had already started to like her, so he met her eyes.

If there were no glasses, perhaps her eyes would be more beautiful, very clear, making him feel intoxicated when he looked into them.

(End of this chapter)