Ye Zhai

Su baozi sat on the sofa, his hands overlapped and kept stirring. His eyes were rolling and sweeping around.

"Young master, drink tea." A middle-aged man in a suit and tie gently put a glass of water on the table in front of him.

Su baozi took a sip and immediately frowned. His big eyes flashed with tears: "grandfather, it's too bitter. I want to drink milk tea."

The young voice and the strange name made the man stunned. He waved his hand in a panic: "young master, I'm sorry for Lao Liu."

However, as soon as he said this, Lao Liu was stunned. He excitedly pointed to Su Baozi and said: "little... Little... Young master, you... You, actually spoke!"

"I'm not yours..." young master, however, before these two words came out, his eyes aimed at the man walking down from the upstairs. There was a trace of fear on his Petite cheek. The man's face was cold, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his sharp eyes were alienated.

He took off his delicate custom-made suit and wore a white shirt. The golden buttons on his cuffs were shining. When the man stepped down from the stairs, he looked like an emperor. He was ye QingHan, the president of Ye family.

Cold eyes without a trace of emotion, eyes swept slightly flustered housekeeper.

"Young master, young master has spoken." Lao Liu was filled with tears.

Ye QingHan frowned lightly. His indifferent eyes swept Su baozi. He didn't seem to believe Lao Liu's words: "Ye Jingcheng, go upstairs to sleep."

Su baozi's eyes flashed a trace of confusion, ye Jingcheng? Did you call him? But he is not ye Jingcheng.

"I'm not..."

However, before speaking, I met ye QingHan's cold eyes

Mommy, this uncle is terrible.

Suddenly Su baozi's eyes were full of tears, and he sat on the ground and cried.

Lao Liu is silly.

Ye QingHan was stunned.

"Mommy, no more mischief."

"Mommy, there's a weird uncle here."

"Mommy, I don't want to go home."

"Mommy, no daddy."

Ye QingHan's deep eyes flashed a trace of doubt. He looked at the old Liu and said, "Call Master Biao."

He came forward to ask Su baozi to shut up. However, unexpectedly, as soon as he met Su baozi, he was opened by his tender hand. Then Su baozi started to run towards the gate, crying.

"Young master, young master, what is this Lao Liu's mood is extremely complicated now, excited because the autistic young master actually spoke, and cried!

I'm worried about how the young master looks like a different person.

"Shut up Ye QingHan doesn't like to make trouble. He is at a loss when facing his son who has changed his sex. He can only suppress him with dignity.

Sure enough, Su baozi was scared, but the two eyes crying red really distressed.

He inhaled with a small nose, with tears and runny nose on his white and tender cheek.

Ye QingHan's eyes flashed the dislike, but still took the tissue around him to wipe.

Su baozi a Leng, looking at ye QingHan gradually gentle down face, the heart of the strange.

"Daddy..." he called subconsciously, this let ye QingHan a Leng, before in the airport also called, but he thought it was his own auditory hallucination.

Only when ye Jingcheng was three years old, he was kidnapped. When he came back, he was isolated and didn't call his father.

And the way he wept was like the first time he put that woman under him.

Ye QingHan's attitude softened. He gently held Su baozi, sat down on the sofa, put him on his lap, took the hot towel from the housekeeper and wiped his cheek.

Originally the skin is tender, and cry of the sparse, a touch is very painful.

"Hiss." Su baozi hid behind slightly.

"Don't move." Ye QingHan's voice is very low, he tried to gently wipe his cheek.

Su baozi has been looking up at the man who is similar to himself... Is he his father? But Mommy said daddy died long ago

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