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Ye QingHan

Ye Jingcheng: my sister is a talented person.

But Su annuan in the house didn't know what to say.

She was sitting on the sofa with her arms and legs knocking. She had planned to calm down and read a book. When she was in a good mood, she would let them in.

However, listening to Su Tuanzi's song, she couldn't sit still.

"Mommy is bad, Mommy is bad, no one loves a bad Mommy."

Su an warms her forehead. She doesn't know what to do. If she asks Su Tuanzi to sing like this, all the neighbors will come to see the play.

"Ouch, Tuanzi has been shut out by mummy again." Mrs. Wang, who was next door, could not help coming out. She handed Su Tuanzi and ye Jingcheng the milk yellow bag in her hand and said, "come on, grandma made the milk yellow bag. You can't continue to sing until you put on your stomach."

"Grandma? What did you come back to? Mommy is so bad Su Tuanzi hugged Mrs. Wang's leg in a coquettish way.

In the house, Su an warms her forehead. Is she going out now to lose face or continue to let Su Tuanzi sing.

Ye QingHan suddenly laughs. No wonder Su Tuanzi reacts so fast. It's not the first time.

But why did Su Tuanzi call her grandmother.

"There's another handsome guy." Mrs. Wang saw ye QingHan sitting behind the two children, looking at them in her eyes.

"Auntie, I made annuan angry. Is there any way to let her open the door?" Ye QingHan's eyes flashed a trace of cunning. Listening to Mrs. Wang's tone, she should be familiar with Su annuan.

He immediately stood up and bowed slightly to Mrs. Wang.

"Oh, I want to keep our house warm." Mrs. Wang's eyes immediately with an ambiguous smile, "she took two children is not easy, you ah, let more."

Ye QingHan's dark eyes flashed.

"She suffered a lot in those years. She and I met in H City, where every inch of land and every inch of money were bullied." Mrs. Wang is well-dressed and well-made. Her shoes are specially designed for the elderly by AP, a famous designer.

Ye QingHan's mind tries to search who she is and why she lives in such an ordinary community.

"Auntie, I'm also wronged. The child called my father and angered Ann Nuan." Ye QingHan has no choice but to feel Ye Jingcheng sitting on the ground in front of him.

Ye Jingcheng bowed his head and rolled his eyes. He was the father of kengwa.

"Oh, it seems that these two children like you very much. Add more oil." Mrs. Wang's smiling eyes narrowed. She turned around and knocked on the door gently. "Ann Nuan, it's my mother. Open the door."

Mom?

Ye QingHan is a little confused. Is Mrs. Wang Su annuan's mother?

But didn't her mother die long ago?

The door opened with a squeak.

Su an, who was a little shy, took Mrs. Wang's arm and said, "mother, just go back and leave them alone. You can't die of hunger."

"Take it when it's good, and go down the steps." Mrs. Wang gently pinched Su an's warm arm and spoiled her.

Su an's warm and pretty face flushed and frowned at the people standing outside the door.

"Mommy, I'm wrong." Su Tuanzi is also a master who takes the helm in the face of the wind. Instead, he hugs Su an's warm legs and acts like a coquetry. "Tuanzi likes Mommy best."

"Who sang and scolded me just now." Su annuan lowers her head and squints at Su Tuanzi holding her thigh.

"It's my brother." Su Tuanzi immediately put the responsibility on Ye Jingcheng.

Ye QingHan's eyes twitched.

Ye Jingcheng opened his mouth slightly. He was betrayed by his father and his sister just now?

Steamed bread also came in. It seemed to be lamenting the poor little master.

"You know how to bully your brother." Su an warm white Su Tuanzi, and then picked up Ye Jingcheng way, "no, Mommy is not to yell at you, but you can't call others daddy. Your daddy is dead. "

Ye QingHan

Ye Jingcheng