"Who are you?!" Ye Huang asked in an extremely unfriendly tone with his eyes narrowed.
His visit to the United States this time was very secretive. Only his family members and Rockefeller Jacques knew about it. However, the woman in front of him found him very accurately and revealed the truth about the mask he was wearing. He was not stupid enough to think that the other party was really
He's the conservator of the Metropolitan Museum.
Is it possible that a Metropolis administrator could be so aware that he was wearing a human skin mask?
Ye Huang was not naive enough to believe what the other party said.
"Hey, what are you going to do to get angry? Be careful, I'm going to complain to your father. I dare to talk to your aunt in this tone!" Just when Ye Huang tensed up his nerves and prepared for the worst, the woman in front of him was
He stretched out his hand to cover his small mouth and chuckled a few times, and then said something that shocked Ye Huang.
"Auntie?!"
With his eyes widened, Ye Huang could hardly believe his ears. The woman in front of him actually said that she was his aunt. What was going on?
"No, I asked you, did you admit the wrong person?"
Taking a step back, Ye Huang stammered, but his eyes looked up and down on the other person.
No matter how you look at the woman in front of you, she seems to be a woman about the same age as yourself, your aunt? Then isn't she at least forty or fifty years old?
"Mistaken admission? You know, there are many things in this world that I will admit to being wrong, but there is one thing that I will never admit to being wrong."
With a slight smile, the woman twisted her waist slightly, her smile was a bit coquettish, and Emperor Ye looked in a daze.
If this woman lived in ancient times, she would definitely be a disaster for the country and the people. Moreover, the temperament of this woman is different from that of the other women in her family. It is purely the kind that seduces people with her every move. In short, she is the type of vixen.
This kind of woman exudes a charming temperament that drives men crazy all over her body, making people fascinated by her without even realizing it.
"Oh, I really didn't expect that the Rockefeller family hates you two so much that they want to tear your Ye family into pieces. You guys are quite bold and came to the United States, and even came to Manhattan, New York. Do you really think they dare not
Are we going to attack you or something, nephew?"
As she spoke, the woman stretched out her hand and gently picked up Ye Huang's chin with her index finger. Ye Huang had never been teased like this by a woman before, so he took a step back.
"Who are you? If you don't tell the truth, I will be rude."
"You're welcome? Why, little guy, do you still want to attack my aunt here?" Smiling softly, the woman had no wariness at all against the threat of Emperor Ye. She gently touched her cheek with her hand, feeling a little resentful.
I read a poem by Cao Xueqin of China.
"Is it true that beauty is gone in a flash, and the flowers are gone and people are dead? Damn it, Ye Zhiqiu, you are really a cruel person. You haven't come to the United States to see me even once in so many years. Are you really so heartless?"
The woman was murmuring with some resentment in her eyes, but Ye Huang's jaw almost dropped when he heard this.
Maybe Ye Huang still heard some of the previous words in a daze, but one damn Ye Zhiqiu sentence basically made Ye Huang understand why the woman in front of him recognized him.
When they were at home, the girls once said that they and their father were almost the same person from behind. Except for being slightly taller by half a head, both in terms of body shape and walking posture, they and their father were almost the same mold.
of.
There should be some clues about the woman in front of her from her back, right?
However, what puzzled Ye Huang was that if this woman was in her forties, how did she maintain her appearance?
"No, I said, do you really know my father?"
Ye Huang, who still didn't quite believe it, looked at the woman in front of him cautiously and asked.
"I know him. I know him even when he turned into ashes. This heartless man was watched by your mother. He didn't dare to come to the United States to see me for more than ten years." It seemed that it brought up something sad. The woman spoke with some resentment.
He gritted his teeth and his eyes turned slightly red.
And when she cried like this, Emperor Ye realized that it was not that the woman in front of him had really never aged, but that the woman had taken good care of herself, but the almost undetectable crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were not easy to remove, and they still showed through.
The vicissitudes of time.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it here. There are many people here, so come with me."
As if aware of some strange looks around her, the woman stopped sobbing, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and forced a smile, then turned and walked towards the museum office area.
Ye Huang, who was filled with doubts, only paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed.
Some things don't require too much speculation. Emperor Ye basically knew that the person who claimed to be his aunt was probably his father's romantic debt many years ago.
This old man is so graceful when doing things, and he doesn't even clean up the mess after eating it. It's true!
Feeling deeply contemptuous of his father, Ye Huang followed the woman named Venus and approached the museum staff's office area.
After walking through several corridors, the woman led Ye Huang into a separate office.
There are two rooms in the office. The outside is the office space, and the inside is a lounge and a bed. The decoration style is exactly the pink that women like.
"Sit down, little nephew, my aunt has something to ask you."
After entering the house, the woman closed the door and signaled Ye Huang to sit down, then walked to the water dispenser to pour water for Ye Huang.
"Uh... well, Miss Venus, you... do you really know my father?"
Ye Huang, who was still not sure, tried to verify something, and then asked again, but as soon as he finished speaking, the woman slowly turned her head and said with a smile in her eyes, "Your father once said to me,
"Miss" means a curse in China, so just call me Aunt Venus instead of "Miss."
As she spoke, the woman handed over a glass of water, "Take off the mask and let my aunt see it."
After hearing what the woman said, Ye Huang hesitated and finally took off the mask obediently. It was indeed not very comfortable to wear this thing.
Just as Ye Huang took off his mask, Venus, who was still looking natural, instantly froze on the spot. She stretched out a hand to touch Ye Huang, but in the end it stopped in mid-air.
"Similar! So similar." She muttered, and the woman looked a little dazed.
"Are you...is your father okay?"
"He is still very good. His mother is with him and he has been living a very nourishing life."
Ye Huang nodded and said calmly.
"Haha, little guy, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. It turns out that mother and son are so connected that they know to use your mother to warn aunt. Don't worry, your father and I have become old friends. I won't be here.
It’s blended into your lives.”
Ye Huang's words contained some other meanings, which were directly heard by Venus, who chuckled and said.
His little thoughts were exposed by the woman in front of him, and Ye Huang couldn't help but blush.
Even though this woman looks very young, she is her age after all, and as a son, he knows very well who his father is. How can a woman who can get entangled with her father be an ordinary person?
Thinking of this, Emperor Ye couldn't help but feel that he was too ungraceful.
"Don't you want to know how your father and I met?"
"In no mood!"
"Why?"
Ye Huang's answer stunned Venus, who was originally about to tell her story with Ye Zhiqiu.
"Those were my father's glory days. I don't need to know. I want to know, how did you recognize me?"
"You are very similar to your father, don't you know?"
"But at home, they all say that my father and I don't look alike!" Ye Huang chuckled. In terms of appearance, he inherited more from his mother, and he really doesn't look like his father in this aspect.
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"I'm talking about characteristics and charm, do you understand? There are some things that you can't feel yourself. If you and your father are seen from behind, they are exactly the same person. I am too familiar with your father's back.
Of course I can recognize you. I didn’t believe it at first, but you were easily provoked.”
"Tell me, what is the important matter for my nephew to come to the United States at this time?"
Taking a lady's cigarette from the table, Venus lit it and took a puff, then crossed her legs and looked at Ye Huang and asked.
"It's no big deal, I can handle it myself."
Smiling, Ye Huang had no intention of telling the other party about this. The woman in front of him might have had an affair with his father, but judging from her tone, it was more than ten years ago.
It is unknown what kind of situation this woman has been in during the past ten years or whether she harbors a grudge against her father.
He had to guard against one move.
"Similar to your father! If you don't want to trust others easily, don't tell me if you don't tell me. This is my mobile phone number. Keep it for yourself. If you need help, let me know. For your father's sake, I
I will still help you a little bit."
"By the way, you came to Metropolis to find this thing, right?"
After taking a puff of cigarette, the woman opened the cabinet behind her and took out a blue and white porcelain bottle. When he saw this thing, Ye Huang almost rushed towards it.
"Why is this thing here?"
"It's very simple, because your father came to look for it before, but I didn't give it to him!" the woman replied calmly.
"Why?"
"Because, if I gave it to him, he would leave forever, but I didn't expect him to leave anyway..."
The woman sighed lightly, with a hint of resentment in her tone.
