President's Private Pampering: Sweet arrival

Ye Shan seemed to feel his anger and held his hand tightly, as if she was transmitting her energy to him. "Master, if you have something unhappy, you can tell me. Just throw me all as an emotional trash can... Don't worry, my trash can has an automatic cleaning function."

The smile under huoxuan's mask was very warm, but it was a pity that she couldn't see the warm smile.

"Do you really want to hear?"

"Yes, I want to hear." I also want to relieve your worries. I don't want to see you unhappy!

"Shan'er, guess who I went to see today?" Huoxuan loosened her hand, crossed her hands behind her, looked up at the stars in the sky, but her eyes were mixed with a trace of hatred.

"Master, I can't guess." She looked at him and answered honestly.

"Su Yimo's mother... Su yunshang." Huoxuan looked at her and said word by word.

"That's not..." Ye Shan didn't dare to say the following words. She was afraid that he would be more angry after hearing it.

"I know what you want to say. She is the woman who destroyed my happy family! I hate her. I knew her existence when I was very young. I went to see her when I was young, and Su Yimo. Of course, they don't know me... When I was a child, the most profound thing I influenced my father was probably the quarrel between him and his mother. Their quarrel was always endless, and the topic of quarrel was all about a woman. I don't understand why he likes that woman. Since he likes that woman, why does he marry my mother and give birth to me? " Huoxuan's eyes have too many puzzles, but he never dare to ask. All the problems can only be buried in the bottom of his heart, so he accumulates more and more.

"Master..." Ye Shan didn't understand his family contradiction, because she was an orphan since childhood. She didn't enjoy the warmth of the family, and of course she didn't feel the contradiction of the family.

"Don't call me master. Can you call me, Xiaoxuan?" Huoxuan held her hand in the palm and rubbed it carefully.

"Xiaoxuan?" Ye Shan doesn't understand why he asked her to shout "Xiaoxuan". It's like an elder's title to his younger generation.

Sure enough, his next words confirmed her conjecture, "Shan'er, do you know? The elders at home call me "Xiaoxuan". But other people besides my mother... Oh ~, Shan'er, do you know what they call my cousin? "

"Is it Xiaoqian?" This problem is not difficult. After listening to him, she can easily guess.

"Yes, they shout the same way, but their voice is always more loving than when they shout me." Huoxuan laughed at herself and released her hand.

He had experienced the taste of loneliness since he was a child, and he had never been afraid.

"Master... In fact, I can understand... If they know that you are not really autistic, maybe their attitude will be different." She knows that for a large family, the face of the family is very important. In their view, the owner's autism is a disgrace to their family, but she believes that they still love the owner.

"If I did, maybe my mother would be gone." Huoxuan's tone was mixed with a trace of fear. It was just a son's simple fear of losing his mother.

"..." Ye Shan looked at him in amazement, her eyes full of confusion.