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Chapter 716 Blank Heart (Part [-])
"Boxuan?" Song Yaping was stunned, she quickly stood up and wanted to go to the door to pull her son and ask him what's wrong.

The three of them stood at the door of Ye's house like drowned rats.Under the leadership of Ye Boxuan, Zhang Yi and Xu Caizi also followed the slippers into the living room barefoot after the embarrassment.

Don't have a car?Careless?

Song Yaping adjusted her expression in time, and turned her head to take a peek at Ye Zhiqing. She put on a serious look on her face again, quickly sat back in her original position, and snorted.

Although his expression was not revealed, Ye Zhiqing, who had exactly the same mentality as Song Yaping, was also a little bit guilty.But as long as he thinks of what the wicked man in front of him is talking back, he will not get angry.

"You stop for me!"

Ye Boxuan's footprints had already stained the steps on the first floor, he stopped when he heard that.

"Uncle Ye, Aunt Ye, let Boxuan go upstairs, he..."

Zhang Yi stared at Ye Zhiqing, and in order to echo Xu Caizi's words, he felt that he was using the most serious expression in his life, and nodded.

At this time, Ye Boxuan had already climbed up to the second floor, no matter how Ye Zhiqing scolded him, he didn't want to hear it.

After Ye Boxuan entered the bedroom, he looked around blankly at first, and finally his eyes fell on the photo hanging above the bed.

On it was a hundred days photo of two children looking at each other and smiling.

He remembered nailing the picture frame with a hammer in the summer, and muttering and complaining while nailing:
"It would be great if we could make a video. Oh, I didn't take a picture of our son and daughter's mischievous appearance. Forget it, let's deal with it."

How did he come back then?

……

He seemed to just smile and didn't say anything.

From Baitian until the children were three years old, they had grown up healthily, Nao Nao could talk back to him, and Xiao Wan'er could act like a baby to him. Thinking of this, Ye Boxuan's staggering steps stopped again.

Hundred days?Is he back yet?
Hehe, look, he is not a human being, and even his days are chaotic.

Ye Boxuan laughed at himself, it turned out to be the case.

It turned out that his original intention was to dislike those so-called anniversaries.

He dislikes Xia Tian's long-windedness, how Xia Tian has so many things to do, and how he can be so troublesome.

The ridiculous thing is that he still has to pretend to be a person, a good person, a good man. He suppressed it and didn't express it, just to show his magnanimity, and he cooperated perfunctorily.

Ye Boxuan unbuttoned his clothes with a dull expression, one by one...

His body was still emitting moisture, but he fell headfirst onto the bed.

……

"what?!"

Song Yaping screamed and jumped up. She pointed at Xu Caizi's nose in a gaffe, "Say it again!"

Zhang Yi lowered his head and looked at the marble floor. He took the words:
"It's true, Uncle Ye, Aunt Ye!"

Ye Zhiqing looked at this and that, with a serious expression and sharp eyes.And Song Yaping immediately sat down on the sofa again.

Her eldest grandson, precious granddaughter...

Song Yaping was short of breath, she clenched her teeth, but the words in her heart still poured out from between her teeth: "Okay! What a Ning Xunyi! I can't spare you!"

Ye Zhiqing stood up with his hands behind his back. He was still holding the armed belt in his right hand. With heavy steps, he stood by the window and said calmly:

"Both of you, leave first."

……

"Zhiqing!"

As soon as Zhang Yi and Xu Caizi left Ye's house, Song Yaping immediately stood up in a panic, calling Ye Zhiqing's name.

Song Yaping trotted to catch up and grabbed Ye Zhiqing's clothes. She shouted with unbelievable eyes:
"Zhiqing! You can't hit your son, not at this time, it will ruin him!"

Ye Zhiqing waved Song Yaping away with a big palm, and Song Yaping staggered a few steps, but regardless of her body being out of balance, she stepped up three steps and stopped Ye Zhiqing again, this time it became a plea:
"Zhiqing, listen to me, no, Boxuan, his father, you can't!"

……

The quilt was lifted off.

"Snapped!"

The armed belt slapped Ye Boxuan's naked back, and he only moved a little.

Afterwards, Ye Boxuan remained motionless with the sound of whip after whip.

Song Yaping rubbed her hands back and forth as if worshiping a Bodhisattva. She was stunned by the strange husband, and her face was covered with tears.

She muttered to herself: "My son, son, don't hit him, he's not feeling well, don't hit him, I beg you."

At this moment, Ye Boxuan's back was already covered with dozens of red marks, and he just lay stiffly on the bed, enduring everything.

After being flustered and shocked, Song Yaping finally broke down and shouted: "Ye Zhiqing! If you hit me again, hit me!" Her son was beaten in front of her mother, and Song Yaping felt pain like someone had gouged out her heart.

Ye Zhiqing's hair was also messed up with the vigorous waving of the armed belt, but it couldn't mess up his heart.

Because he knows it!
Because he knew that if his son didn't wake up again, it would be ruined for him!
Ye Zhiqing was panting, the finger holding the whip pointed at Ye Boxuan, his heart was beating fast, he forced himself to calm down:
"How did you let your daughter-in-law come back to this house? What kind of way to face you? You blind bastard!

Let me see how you will be calm when you see Xia Tian's parents in the future?
Ye Boxuan, if your family breaks up for this reason, when Nao Nao and Xiao Wan'er grow up, as a father, how should you tell them about the past? ! "

With Ye Zhiqing's questioning, as the bedroom door was closed again, and with Song Yaping crying bitterly standing on the stairs, a tear finally slipped out of Ye Boxuan's tightly closed eyes.

From that night on, he lay in bed for three days and three nights without getting up.

……

The rain dripped down the eaves, and Xia Tian lay on the bed, staring blankly at the roof.

Her eyes are dry, and her wish is to rest today.

She doesn't think about what the children will eat and drink, what she will do tomorrow, what time will come, and what she will face next.Then after dawn, be a good mother again.

She only understood her body today, she smiled wryly, it turns out that she is not made of iron.

If she continued to toss, she would not be far from falling down, and what made her most powerless was that she didn't even have the courage to fall down.

……

Xiao Mao wore an apron and was cooking. She didn't care about being soaked in the rain and took a hot bath. She was busy cooking when she entered the house. The adults didn't eat, and the children waited with their mouths open.

After serving the dishes and leaving the house, Xiao Mao was almost out of temper and yelled at him.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Qiu sat on a small bench, with two bottles of Erguotou at his feet, a cigarette in his hand, and a pile of cigarette butts on the ground.When I heard the question, it was as if I didn't listen, and I didn't say a word with a sad face.

Xiao Mao is angry, this man doesn't cook or coax children!

She looked at Xia Qiu's back and nodded, trying her best to adjust her emotions.

It is also worthy of the fact that the future President Li is famous for his calmness and composure.

Having figured out Xia Qiuai's sulky and sulking character early, Xiao Mao was quick and effective in empathizing.

Alright, let's drink, let me listen to what tricks your brother has come up with just after drinking!
　I'm late?Alas, I will talk for an extra hour in the future, so that if I send it early, it will be a surprise.I understand the pain of chasing updates. It would be great if I had a manuscript.I suggest everyone to brush at 04:30 p.m.

　　Regarding today's update, to be honest, I wrote it with a pen and paper yesterday, and I revised it many times.In fact, there is only one picture that I want to conceive in my mind, that is Ye Boxuan walking staggeringly on the road, his brother is behind him, and beside him is a broken jeep driving slower than a bicycle.This should be placed in a video TV series. To put it bluntly, just take his background, and then match it with appropriate music, which can reflect his sense of helplessness that has completely destroyed his three views. When the music plays, everyone will automatically fill in their brains.It's just the emotional scene and music in the gunfight movie, but I... It's so difficult to convert it into words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)