Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 282 Mother
"What's the misunderstanding?" Song Xiaoye turned her head and looked at Rick blankly.That ignorant expression made Rick feel ashamed.

"I mean, my mother was just being polite, nothing more than that."

"Ah - do you think I'm thinking elsewhere?" Song Xiaoye laughed, "Go! Although I also feel as if we are not friends, but - in short, everything is going well..."

Seeing Song Xiaoye turn around and walk towards the door of the apartment, Rick couldn't help exhaling, got into the car, and before starting the car, the phone rang.

"Hey, Mommy... Of course, I have sent her back."

Although he wanted to hold back, Rick still couldn't hold back, "Mum, I know you don't like Elisa, but can you stop doing this?"

On the other end of the phone, Shana laughed softly: "What's wrong with me? You don't think I'm deliberately creating opportunities for you and Ms. Ye, do you? Rick, you have such a good idea! Don't forget, Xiao? friend of the prince!"

Before Rick was about to speak, Shanna stopped him and said in a deep voice: "Rick, why I don't like Eliza, you should know——since you were seven years old, you said you would be a An excellent diplomat will be in politics like your grandfather in the future, but look at you now, although you are studying in a first-class university, but you are so indulged in emotional entanglements, can you really become a diplomat?"

"Also, do you think Eliza will become the wife of a diplomat? Will she be willing to be by your side?!" Shana slowed down, and then said calmly: "I didn't want you to have anything to do with Ms. Ye However, making a friend is far better than offending someone. Although Xiao Yeye is just a young actress, don't forget that she and Will are good friends, and she can also make friends with nobles and princes. Such a People, you should only make her your friend..."

"Mommy, you said—you hate politics," Rick whispered, a little frustrated.

His mother was right, but Elisa, the girl he had been in love with for more than ten years, he really couldn't let go of.

Shanna was silent for a while before sighing in a low voice: "I hate politics, but - you are my son..."

In a word, Derrick couldn't say anything else, turned his head, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the door of the apartment not far away.

For some reason, Song Xiaoye stood in front of the door and hadn't entered yet, and she didn't know who she was talking to.

He wanted to get out of the car and chase after him to make up for the slip of the tongue just now, but in the end, Rick still didn't have the courage.

Perhaps, he let Mommy down again and wasted his mind in vain.

Shaking his head, he started the car. When the car drove away, he subconsciously glanced sideways, and saw Song Xiaoye standing opposite a black-haired oriental woman. From a distance, the two were actually somewhat similar.

"I—" Putting his hand into his pocket unnaturally, Song Xiaoye said in a seductive voice, "I didn't expect you to come."

"I've been hesitating for a long time too..." Ye Ying smiled and looked down at the suitcase at her feet, "I'm afraid you will kick me out! Xiaoye, I didn't book a hotel."

That is to plan to live with her!
Song Xiaoye blinked, really unable to say no.

Although she still didn't call her mother, she really couldn't refuse Ye Ying's request.

"Come in!" said in a low voice, Song Xiaoye directly reached out to pick up the suitcase.

"I'll do it myself—" After taking a step back, Ye Ying looked at Song Xiaoye who was carrying her luggage and pushed the door in, and kept smiling with the corners of her mouth pursed.

Although it was the first time here, Ye Ying didn't feel unfamiliar.

This small apartment, which doesn't look very delicate, has the atmosphere of Song Xiaoye everywhere. It looks casual at first glance, but it feels warm when you look closely.

"Do you want a beer?" After asking, Song Xiaoye felt a little regretful.

This is not her friend, how can she be so casual.

Before she could change her words, Ye Ying had already taken the beer bottle in her hand, "If you don't mind me, let me take a look around!"

"Well, of course..." Scratching her head, Song Xiaoye always felt that something was wrong.

Without looking back at her, Ye Ying opened the bedroom door, and said with a smile: "I have made an agreement with myself, maybe I may not be a good mother, but I should be able to be a good friend——Xiao Ye, I just hope you can accept I'm always by your side..."

"Ah—" Song Xiaoye didn't know what to say.

It was the first time she had seen Ye Ying since the farewell in Paris.Although I don't know what Ye Ying is thinking, but I have to muster up the courage to say such things to her, right?
The always arrogant diva, making such a humble request.

Without waiting for Song Xiaoye's answer, Ye Ying turned around, looked at the easel beside her with a smile, "Is there any new painting?"

"Ah! Don't..." Although there was a stop, it was still too late.

Ye Ying has already lifted the white cloth covering the easel, revealing the young face on the drawing board.

It was a young and handsome young man with a bright smile and gentle eyes. He was clearly the Qiao Xuan she had seen before.

A little embarrassed, Song Xiaoye walked over and pulled the cloth covering the oil painting, and said with a smile, "I'm just..."

"I understand..." Ye Ying smiled, turned away, stood by the bed, and sat down, but instead of sitting on the bed, she sat casually on the floor, leaning her head against the edge of the bed.

Seeing how she was sitting, Song Xiaoye couldn't help laughing.

Sure enough, they were really alike.

Walking over, she also leaned against the edge of the bed and sat on the floor.

"Besides Song Zhenfeng, I have also been in love several times, and I have also experienced times of unforgettable old love-to be honest, although I also hated Song Zhenfeng back then, when I left Hong Kong, I also missed him- but,"

Looking at Song Xiaoye, Ye Ying's eyes filled with moisture, "What I miss the most is you..."

Wiping the corners of her eyes, she whispered: "I still remember that when you were first born, you were very thin, small, and weak, even more pitiful than a newborn kitten. Hold me in my arms and hug me breast, sucking the first breast, as if—knowing—that it was the last sucking of mother's milk..."

Ye Ying's voice was choked with sobs, and Ye Ying's voice was hoarse and deep: "After that, every time I think of you, I always feel that you are still such a small baby, you should be held in my arms..."

Licking her lower lip, she looked at Song Xiaoye, raised her hand, hesitated, and finally stroked her cheek as if she was encouraged because Song Xiaoye didn't move away.

Just because of a light touch, her face was already full of smiles, "Do you still remember the first time we met? At that time, I didn't recognize you—it's really a failure, isn't it!? If you recognize me, I should be more kind and gentle, so that you will fall in love with me at that time..."

"Cough—Sister Ying..." She wanted to say something, but Song Xiaoye looked at Ye Ying and didn't know what to say.

Has she kept these words in her heart for a long time?Perhaps it would be better to let her vent.

"I really hate people saying who is like me, that's what Zhang Yue did when he came out—always as if he's about to be replaced by someone..."

Ye Ying smiled wryly, "But what I'm most afraid of is that people say they look like a mother and daughter—how is that possible? I have a daughter, and she is such a small and pitiful child. Except for her, how can I be like a mother and daughter with others... ..."

Muttering in a low voice, Ye Ying buried her face between her knees. Although she couldn't see her face, she could hear her voice clearly crying.

Somewhat at a loss, Song Xiaoye hesitated, slowly stretched out her arms, hugged Ye Ying, and patted her shoulder lightly until she calmed down...

That night, Ye Ying lived on the bed in the bedroom, and Song Xiaoye hugged the quilt and nestled on the sofa.But for some reason, I couldn't sleep all the time.

She really wanted to get up and drink another bottle of beer, but she was afraid of waking Ye Ying up, so she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.

He didn't turn his head to look until he heard a soft "squeak".

"Hi," Ye Ying, who poked her head out of the bedroom, smiled timidly, with a hint of flattery.

"Well, it's a little cold..."

"Ah, is the heater not turned on? I'll turn it on..." Song Xiaoye hurriedly got up and entered the bedroom, but she was a little strange.

Obviously, it's not too cold...

Turning around, Ye Ying came in holding her quilt.

"Well, can you sleep with me?" She asked cautiously, with such expectation.

A woman in her 40s actually looks like a girl.

Song Xiaoye thought about it and couldn't help laughing.

As soon as she saw her smile, Ye Ying immediately jumped onto the bed with her quilt in her arms, moved inside by herself, and patted the place beside her, "The bed is huge—really!"

Although it wasn't a single bed, it wasn't a standard double bed either. With such a big space left for her, Ye Ying was almost squeezed out.

Song Xiaoye lowered her eyes, didn't speak, just walked over silently, and lay down on her side.

Closing her eyes, she listened to the sound of Ye Ying turning over and over behind her, pretending she didn't hear anything.

"Xiaoye, are you asleep?" Finally unable to hold back, Ye Ying asked in a low voice, seeing that Song Xiaoye was silent, she let out a low sigh.

After a while, he suddenly stretched out his arms quietly, hugging Song Xiaoye tightly, and then, like a child, he suppressed his laughter and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Xiaoye, my Xiaoye..." she whispered, her face pressed against Song Xiaoye's back, and she let out a soft sigh.

Gently lowering her hand, Ye Ying hummed in a low voice like a dream: "Little baby, go to sleep, I will accompany you in your dreams..."

Pursing the corners of her mouth, Song Xiaoye only felt her nose sore, she clenched her fists, and she tried her best not to cry.

Kexin, but unknowingly, softened the world.

I don't know if it was because someone sang a lullaby for her. This night, Song Xiaoye slept soundly and deeply. When she woke up, it was already bright and she missed her daily morning exercise.

After waking up, she turned her head and didn't see Ye Ying who was supposed to be sleeping beside her, so she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"are you awake?"

Turning her head, looking at Ye Ying who came in to look at her, Song Xiaoye laughed unknowingly.

After she washed up and came to the living room, Ye Ying was arranging the dishes.

"I've got breakfast ready! Omelette with double intestines, um, freshly baked brioche bread - I was going to show off! Really, I'm a good baker - it's just that you don't have an oven here - I mean Really, don't think I can't do anything..."

Raising her head, Ye Ying looked at Song Xiaoye, raised her hand and wiped her face strangely, "What's on my face?"

"No," Song Xiaoye shook her head, lowered her head, but couldn't help but kept laughing.

In two lifetimes, it was the first time she had the breakfast prepared by her mother.

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