When Uncle Zheng saw this, he sighed lightly, shook his head, then turned around and left. Everyone also left, and no one was guarding the two of them.
After Nangong Ye heard what had just happened, he was very shocked. He didn't react for a long time. It wasn't until Ye Xiaoya's cry woke him up. He was slightly startled. Looking at Ye Xiaoya's appearance, he subconsciously
, my heart ached a little, this woman, who looked so strong, finally couldn't help it, and collapsed!
He looked at her, stretched out his arms, hugged her tightly, and said, "Okay, be good, don't cry..."
Nangong Ye is not good at coaxing people, and he is not good at coaxing people. Looking at Ye Xiaoya crying like pear blossoms with rain, he can't help but feel sad. All this time, this woman has been in front of him.
, all looked very arrogant.
It was almost impossible to see her crying so loudly.
But don't mention it, when she cries like this, she still looks a bit like a little woman, and she really looks a bit like a naughty and cute little daughter.
Ye Xiaoya squatted on the ground, hugged her body, and couldn't help crying loudly. She didn't understand, she didn't understand, why, why were there so many grievances and resentments between her father and mother?
???
If it weren't for her grandfather, then everything would be fine. She heard from her father that her grandfather started selling women and girls from various countries in his early years and was a wanted criminal in most countries.
She never imagined that her mother's mother, her grandmother, was also one of the women her grandfather killed.
She remembered that later, after she had some money, she changed her identity, washed away all her previous identities, and gradually developed into the Italian Mafia...
Chapter 20 I’m going to Italy (1)
When grandpa passed away, the Ye family was not very powerful at that time.
Later, it fell into the hands of her father. His father used his thunderous wind to completely establish the Ye family in just a few years. When she was a child, she was relatively happy. Apart from her mother, she rarely talked to her.
In addition to saying some nice words and coaxing her to live her life, when she was a child, she had the love of her father and lived a very happy life.