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Chapter 1500 You Are Not Much Like Your Mother, You Are More Like Your Father

Chapter 1500 You Are Not Much Like Your Mother, You Are More Like Your Father

Su Weiliang was baffled, holding her daughter in one hand, and leading her son in the other to find something to eat.

Putting the four babies at the table to eat, Su Weiliang went to Mo Feibai and asked, "Mo Feibai, why does Baby Nuonuo cry every day when she goes to school with you? She is still injured, who bullied her?" gone?"

Mo Feibai was sitting at the table reading the file. He was dressed in a dignified body, his face didn't blush and his heart skipped a beat when he heard the words. He still had confidence in the trust of his son and daughter. Since he promised not to say anything, he definitely wouldn't say anything.

He said lightly, "The children's previous conflicts will be resolved by themselves."

Su Weiliang thought about it, and it's the same reason. Mo Xunuo is a cute baby with a domineering temper. If she is bullied, she will definitely find a place for herself. Besides, it's not shameful for adults to meddle in children's conflicts. .

Su Weiliang decided to let her two sons accompany her sister to school tomorrow, even if the other son is a little older than Mo Xunuo, three of them beat one, they should be able to beat one, right?

This mom walked away with such a thought in mind, and she didn't feel that it was shameless to bully the less with the more.

……

Ye's banquet was held grandly.

The deep red carpet, the hall carved with precious murals, and the chandelier made of tens of thousands of diamonds all showed the nobility and luxury that belonged exclusively to the Ye Family.

And mystery.

Su Weiliang gracefully put down the teacup in her hand, and looked at the mother and daughter walking slowly side by side on the stairs with deep eyes.

Fake Ye Xingchen is wearing a black dress, her eyes are like night, ethereal and noble, as long as she still wears the name Ye Xingchen, no one will be able to shed this noble skin.

And the woman who was holding her arm had exquisite makeup, graceful and luxurious, and a string of round pearl necklaces on her fair neck.

She was looking at her, with the corners of her red lips curled up, her gaze was somewhat imperceptibly deep, as if she was looking at another person through her.

Su Weiliang met the other party's gaze, a trace of coolness flashed across her cold eyes, her long hair was scattered on her slender thin shoulders, she was icy and beautiful.

Madam Ye waved her hand to Fake Ye Xingchen, "Xingchen, you go to entertain another guest first, and I will have a few words with Miss Su."

Fake Ye Xingchen gave Su Weiliang a provocative look, held up her skirt and gave a slight salute, then turned and left.

Madam Ye walked down the stairs step by step. In the silent space, there was only the sound of high heels stepping on the carpet.

She walked into Su Weiliang step by step, with a smile in her tone, "I didn't expect that we would meet under such circumstances, I'm sorry my child, my son and daughter may have made you feel unhappy before, please accept my sincerity sorry."

Su Weiliang raised her snow-white chin slightly. She was wearing a red off-the-shoulder dress. She was icy and beautiful, and smiled, "Apologizing with your mouth is the most insincere thing, Madam Ye, you It's so hypocritical."

Madam Ye was not unhappy when she contradicted her, she looked at Su Weiliang as if evaluating the value of a piece of goods, "You are not so similar to your mother, but more like your father."

Su Weiliang smiled, "People who know me say so."

Madam Ye smiled, "Miss Su, Yunhuang likes you."

Su Weiliang was straightforward, "But I don't like him."

"He is excellent. What His Highness Wang Ting can give you, he can give you, and even more."

"You're wrong, what Mo Feibai can give me, Yeyunhuang can't give me anything."

(End of this chapter)

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