In fact, the foreign-related hotel where Song Weilan stayed was not very far from Ye Tian's home. It was just outside Jianguomen, close to the [Fucking] Square and the Forbidden City. If you took a shortcut, Ye Tian could walk there in more than ten minutes.
The taxi stopped in front of the hotel, and a doorman rushed up and opened the door. However, after seeing that Ye Tian was Chinese, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed on his face. It is not customary to tip in China these days.
However, Master Ye was in a good mood today, and after staying in Hong Kong Island for a few days, he also developed a sense of being rewarded for serving others. He took out a Hong Kong dollar with a face value of 100 yuan from his pocket and handed it over.
"Thank you sir, please go this way!"
The smile on the doorman's face, who had made a small fortune, immediately brightened up, and he led Ye Tian into the hotel.
However, the taxi driver behind him was very unhappy. He could not believe that he had earned as much money as he drove all the way than someone else who opened the door. This guy was wondering if he should improve his English and apply for a job as a doorman?
"Sir, please go away!"
The doorman diligently pressed the elevator to the eighteenth floor for Ye Tian. When the elevator door closed, Ye Tian raised his right hand that was carrying something. The paleness on the joints showed that his heart was not what he showed on his face.
So peaceful.
"Ding dong!"
The elevator stopped at the eighteenth floor. Ye Tian took a deep breath and walked out. However, as soon as he got out of the elevator, he was stopped by someone.
"Sorry, sir, in order to protect the safety and privacy of our customers, you are required to register your personal information to enter this floor!"
A young man wearing a black suit and tie scanned Ye Tian's face, as if he wanted to judge whether he was a bad guy.
This foreign-related hotel is managed by the Shangri-La Hotel Management Group and has received dozens of heads of state and government. Therefore, it attaches great importance to security issues and has a dedicated security force on the floor of the presidential suite.
Not far from the man in a black suit, there was a foreign girl with blond hair, blue eyes and a hot figure standing. She was also looking at Ye Tian curiously, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
"Okay, this is my ID. I'm here to visit Ms. Song Weilan who lives in that room!" Ye Tian took out his ID card and handed it to the young man.
"Ye Tian? Why are people named Ye looking for that woman?"
The security guard muttered in his mouth unobtrusively. He had been working here for several years and had seen many big shots living in the presidential suite, but this woman who stayed in the presidential suite a few days ago was a little strange.
In the first few days after Ms. Song moved in, there was an endless stream of people coming to visit, and several of them were even wealthy people known to the security guard.
But without exception, Ms. Song shut them all out, and no one could step into the presidential suite.
The only two men who seemed to be able to enter this room were Mr. Song, who had just retired from his leadership position, and the other, a middle-aged man named Ye.
With Song Haotian's identity, the security guard would naturally not be surprised to see the mysterious Ms. Song.
However, the fact that the unassuming Ye Dongping could come in and out freely made him a little more suspicious. Now that he saw Ye Tian again, this young man who entered the hotel after retiring from the army, he had a little more understanding.
"Sir, please wait a moment, I want to inform Ms. Song!"
After the security guard registered Ye Tian's information, he was about to turn around when he heard a crisp voice from behind: "No need to notify, I will lead him in!"
This voice made Ye Tian and the security guard listen at the same time. If that person hadn't been standing in front of him, Ye Tianzhen wouldn't have believed that this proficient Mandarin was actually coming from her.
The person who spoke was the foreign woman standing not far from here. Ever since Ye Tian entered this floor, her eyes seemed to have never moved away from Ye Tian.
"Yes, Miss Anna!" the security guard agreed and moved out of Ye Tian's way.
"Miss Anna, right? Please lead the way!"
Walking to Anna's side, Ye Tiancai discovered that the woman's figure was actually a few centimeters taller than he had expected, and she was almost as tall as him wearing flat shoes.
What's more terrible is that this foreign girl's figure is not generally good. The tall and straight breasts on her chest seem to break through the shackles of the tight leather jacket and pop out. Ye Tian is a little dazzled by the sight.
"Okay!" Anna glanced at Ye Tian again, without saying anything, turned around and walked in front, revealing her graceful figure in front of Ye Tian.
"I'm Anna, please open the door!"
Arriving at the door of the presidential suite made of sandalwood, Anna rang the doorbell, but Ye Tian was a little surprised that the girl did not announce her arrival.
"Here we come!" a middle-aged man's voice came out.
While waiting for the door to open, Anna suddenly took a step back. Just when her plump breasts were about to rest on Ye Tian's chest, she paused and whispered: "Master misses you very much and often looks at you."
The photo makes me cry, please don’t make the owner sad!”
Regardless of the relationship between this foreign girl and his mother, Ye Tian heard a concern for Song Weilan from her mouth. He nodded and said, "I understand, thank you!"
"Ye...Ye Tian, how...why is it you?"
When the door opened, Ye Dongping, who was standing in front of the door, was a little dumbfounded. Although he yelled at his son yesterday, based on his understanding of his son, I'm afraid Ye Tian will have to struggle for a few days before he comes back, right?
Just now, Ye Dongping was comforting his wife and giving Ye Tian some time to calm down. But what he didn't expect was that only twelve hours after the phone call, his son who was far away in Hong Kong appeared in front of him and asked him to
There was no preparation in my heart.
"Anna, who is it? Didn't you say not to bring people in?"
Song Weilan's slightly lazy voice rang out. Her identity was not a secret in certain circles in China, so after she came back, some so-called family friends annoyed her so much that they even arranged for Anna to stop the passengers at the elevator.
"Snapped!"
When Song Weilan looked over Ye Dongping's shoulder and saw Ye Tian, the cup of tea she was holding in her hand fell to the ground unconsciously. Song Weilan was stunned by her son's sudden appearance.
Seeing this scene, Anna, who was standing in front of the door, gently closed the door. Anna had been with Song Weilan for more than ten years, so she naturally knew the pain and expectations in her heart.
Looking at Song Weilan who was wearing a simple and elegant yellow dress in front of him, Ye Tian looked a little dazed. Is this... his mother?
The mother who appeared in Ye Tian's dreams since he was a child has always had a vague face. Ye Tian, who was resentful of his mother at that time, always thought that his mother was not good-looking.
Therefore, this graceful and even a little weak woman in front of him made Ye Tian unable to believe that she was his mother for a moment. His lips kept trembling, but Ye Tian did not say those two words after all.
"You bastard, why didn't you scream when I saw your mother?!"
Ye Dongping slapped his son on the head. Although the blow was harsh, it was light when it landed on Ye Tian's head, because his eyes were still full of tears at this time.
When he was a child, Ye Dongping felt a little ashamed of his son.
Especially after Ye Tian asked where his mother was for the first time and was beaten severely by him, and Ye Tian never mentioned a question about his mother again, whenever other parents took their children out to play, Ye Dongping's
My heart hurts like a knife.
So for this scene, Ye Dongping had been waiting for more than 20 years, and his desire to let his children see their mother was even stronger than his desire to reunite with his wife.
"Dong Ping, no... you are not allowed to hit your son!"
Seeing Ye Dongping slap her son, Song Weilan suddenly came to her senses and rushed forward like a lioness protecting her cubs. She pushed Ye Dongping away fiercely. Tears had already blurred her vision.
"I...you, dad..."
Seeing the tears in the eyes of his father and the woman in front of him, Ye Tian's iron-hard heart softened, and Song Weilan's face seemed to gradually merge with the mother in his dream.
"Child... child, mom... mom is sorry for you!"
No matter how strong a woman is, when facing her child who has been separated for twenty years, she will behave like Song Weilan. The feeling of hesitation and helplessness makes her extremely fragile at this time.
"Weilan, you...why are your legs bleeding?"
Ye Dongping, who was pushed away by his wife, suddenly saw a scratch on Song Weilan's calf, and blood had been left on the foot along the calf, and he couldn't help being shocked.
"What?"
Ye Tian was also shocked when he heard this. He looked down and saw that the bright red blood was so dazzling in his eyes for the first time. Before he had time to think about it, Ye Tian wrapped his right hand around Song Weilan's waist and hugged her up horizontally.
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"You brat, this...is this what I should do?"
Seeing his son carrying his wife towards the sofa in the living room, Ye Dongping couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded when he rushed forward but the hug was empty. They all said that his son was a big light bulb. Is that true?
"You're fine. I just scratched something on the teacup, so there's no need to bandage it!"
After placing Song Weilan on the sofa, Ye Tian carefully inspected the wound and breathed a sigh of relief. Coincidentally, there was no floor in the entire room except at the door, so Song Weilan was injured.
"Mom...I, I'm fine, kid, are you still unwilling to forgive me?"
When she was picked up by her son, Song Weilan's heart beat like that of an eighteen-year-old girl. However, when she heard Ye Tian call her, Song Weilan couldn't help showing a look of disappointment on her face.
Although the word "you" is an honorific title, it is far from the title Song Weilan expected. Seeing that her son still refused to call her mother, tears welled up in Song Weilan's eyes again.
"This...this, don't cry, dad..." Ye Tian had never had this kind of experience before, so he could only turn around and ask his dad for help.
