"Well, I'm glad that Mo'er considered my feelings as a mother when it comes to marriage. Since that was the case, he would choose Wan Ting. The last time he had seen her parents, they had expressed no objection. Tomorrow, when your father comes, we will personally ask for her opinion. If she has no objections, then choose a date for her engagement. "

He mentioned his father again. Because Ye Mo wouldn't embarrass his mother in front of everyone, he didn't mention anything against him.

His father was the director of the Chamber of Commerce, and the maids were all looking forward to seeing this important figure.

Xia Yihan was extremely shocked. Weren't you looking forward to seeing Director Ye these past few days? He was finally getting what he wanted!

Little Jun, did you hear that? Director Ye is coming. He is finally coming. I will definitely find a chance to talk to him alone. I will definitely avenge you!

When you are able to smile to your heart's content, it will be time for me to leave this place.

The fact that he could cooperate in this way exceeded Fu Fengyi's expectations. She thought that this rebellious child would suggest that they go together. It seemed that he still had a sense of propriety, so she wasn't that worried.

Things had already been decided. While Zhao Tianyi and the others were disappointed, they were also thinking that once Song Wanting took over, they would have a good relationship with her.

I heard that most of the women in the Wealthy Class could still tolerate their husbands having multiple women.

The mother and son did not mention anything about Song Wanting anymore. When dinner was about to end, Ye Mo told the steward, "Call those people in the kitchen and tell them to come back to work on time tomorrow morning."

When Xia Yihan heard with her own ears that he was giving those people three days of leave, she could feel that he was extremely happy when his mother came. For a moment, she felt that he must have been lonely.

Why did he suddenly get the chefs to work again? Was it because he didn't want to cook for his father?

As she thought about it, she realized that she was guessing what he was thinking.

After dinner, Fu Fengyi told the butler to send the maids away, leaving Ye Mo to chat with her while watching TV.

The butler arranged for the five people to practice dancing as usual, while Xia Yihan was sent to clean the corners.

Fu Fengyi's daily routine was to go to bed early and get up early. At 9: 30, he fell asleep. Ye Mo personally made up the bed for his mother, and waited for her to fall asleep before closing her door and leaving.

After he finished showering, he leaned against the bed and looked at the half empty bed. Suddenly, he remembered the kiss he had had with Xia Yihan in the kitchen.

That stubborn little face, those distinct pure black and white eyes, and small red lips … if one carefully thought about it, it was indeed very pleasant to look at. Remembering his impulse to press her down on the control panel, his throat tightened.

He pondered for a moment, then pressed the shortcut button for the phone beside his hand, and coldly ordered the butler, "Tell Xia Yihan to come to my bedroom!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye!"

"Yes!" The housekeeper replied, but he was muttering in his heart. Asking her to go to her bedroom directly? Could it be that he wanted her to …

Why was it that when he complained earlier in the day, the Madam didn't react at all and instead sent her to her bedroom at night?

It was all the fault of those girls that they could not climb onto his bed. He said to the people who were rehearsing with a bit of anger, "You guys continue with your practice here. Mr. Ye said that he wanted Xia Yihan to go to his bedroom. I'll go find her."

"What?" Sharina's voice rose an octave higher, and her expression was one of great hatred.

She had originally been hoping that she would be working in the main hall tonight. Now that Xia Yihan had gone, what hope did she have?

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