Chapter 812 About to die of anger! Mother appears!
"Hmph! There is no good person in the Ling family, so they just want to harm our little Su." Mr. Ye scolded angrily, "Just because our little Su is easy to bully."
Old Mrs. Ye looked through the photos on the news, "Oh, you are just worried. When did Xiao Su become easy to bully? Look at her, isn't she fighting back beautifully?"
"Those people from the Ling family are really rubbish." Mr. Ye still felt uncomfortable.
"Okay, okay, Xiao Su will bring Young Master Bo back for dinner later. Go to the kitchen and see how they are preparing." Old Mrs. Ye didn't want to listen to Mr. Ye's constant scolding here anymore, so she simply urged
He goes to the kitchen.
"Ouch, Mr. Bo is coming?" Mr. Ye got excited instantly and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen. Before he entered the kitchen, a voice rang out, "Hurry up, get all the hairy crabs ready and steam them."
Steaming, as well as all the abalones, all need to be done. And all the Australian lobsters have to be arranged.”
"I understand, old man."
Several aunties are busy in the kitchen.
Can Mr. Bo be neglected as the president's son?
When Bo Xingzhi and Ruan Su came back, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.
Song Jiayan and Ye Yanli also arrived home with them.
"Today happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival." Mrs. Ye happily asked the servant to bring two plates of cut mooncakes. "Everyone, let's try this year's mooncakes before eating."
The mooncakes are placed on the plate and cut into small pieces, some with egg yolk, some with lotus paste, some with fruit, some with meat filling...
Anyway, there are so many kinds.
Ruan Su walked over and took a small piece, and put it into Bo Xingzhi's mouth first. When she turned around to get the second piece, Bo Xingzhi suddenly stuffed a small piece of moon cake into her mouth.
Exactly the same as her actions.
Just then, there was a "click".
Ye Yanli took a camera to capture this scene, "The atmosphere is so good, and the expressions are so good! It's great!"
What he was holding was a Polaroid, and the photo came out in minutes. He pulled the photo and brought it to the two of them, "Take a look."
Ruan Su was stunned for a moment after taking the photo. What Ye Yanli captured happened to be the moment when they were feeding each other mooncakes.
Although it was taken with a Polaroid, it is comparable to a mooncake commercial.
Especially her astonished eyes and Bo Xingzhi's doting expression were captured very, very well.
She couldn't help but laugh, "Uncle, you are very talented as a photographer."
Having said that, she put the photo away, feeling that it was quite meaningful.
"The picture of you is very beautiful." Bo Xingzhi finished eating the mooncake, with a smile on his lips. He looked at her with a smile and said, "I heard that people in the north don't cut mooncakes when eating them, but people in the south only cut them when they eat mooncakes."
"That's a good point! There are a lot of comparison jokes like this on short video websites, and the shots are quite good." Ye Yanli thought of the joke he just saw during the day, "I heard that mooncakes in the north are so big!"
He gestured at the size.
Song Jiayan patted him and said angrily, "That's for the video effect, okay! My family is from the north. When we usually eat mooncakes, we just don't cut them. We don't eat the super huge ones.
Okay?"
"Everything my wife said is right. Everything is right." Ye Yanli took a moment and quickly took a small piece of moon cake and put it in Song Jiayan's mouth, "How does it taste?"
Mr. Ye and Mrs. Ye also tasted the mooncakes respectively. Ye Tan and Jun Moli also came back and sat there chatting together.
It wasn't until the butler came over to announce that dinner was ready that the whole family walked towards the restaurant in a grand manner.
"Our Ye family has a great reunion this Mid-Autumn Festival."
As soon as he sat down, Mr. Ye said with emotion. "Xiao Su is also back. It's a pity... Your mother is not here. It would be great if your mother is still alive and can come back."
"Dad, today is the day of reunion. Don't bring up such sad topics." Ye Yanli quickly comforted Mr. Ye, "I believe that my sister must be somewhere in this world, and she must still be alive."
"Okay, okay, everyone, raise the glasses in your hands and have a drink." Old Mrs. Ye picked up the red wine glass in her hands and stood up.
The Ye family is happy and happy.
The atmosphere of reunion during the Mid-Autumn Festival affects everyone in the family.
After all, because of Ruan Su's return, the Mid-Autumn Festival benefits for the family's servants have doubled this year.
Can you be unhappy?
The night was as dark as ink, and the round and big moon hung high in the sky, emitting a gentle light.
In a mountain col, there was something like a secret base. A middle-aged woman slowly walked out of a tower.
She raised her head and looked at the disc-like moon in the sky. The moonlight shone quietly on the earth like water, covering the entire earth with a silver-gray gauze skirt.
Wearing a plain white dress, this woman looked gentle and generous, just like the moonlight in the sky.
Her gentle face like a jade plate carries a hint of distant longing.
"Teacher, it's Mid-Autumn Festival again." A man in his thirties also walked out of the tower and came behind the woman.
His wild hair made him look a little unruly, and he looked even more sloppy in black clothes.
He held a bag of things in his left hand and an instrument similar to a dashboard in his right hand.
"Yes! It's Mid-Autumn Festival again." The woman sighed slowly, "I've been here for who knows how many years."
She took steps forward, but her feet made a jingling sound. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't have noticed that she was wearing heavy shackles on her feet in the dark!
And this sound is exactly the sound made by the shackles.
It was a bit difficult for her to walk, and it was obvious that the shackles were very heavy. Her ankles had already developed a layer of red and swollen calluses due to being chained in shackles for a long time, which was shocking!
Her hands were already covered with thick calluses, they were hands that were heavily worked on.
"Teacher..." The man hesitated to speak.
The woman looked back at him, with a faint smile on her gentle eyebrows, "Okay, there's no need to say anything else. Go back and rest early."
The man was a little confused when he looked at the woman's face that was weathered but still delicate and bright. If he hadn't said anything, he wouldn't have been able to tell that she was about fifty years old.
Like the woman, he also wore shackles on his feet, and his dress looked wild like a refugee.
"You really don't want to leave?" The man whispered in a low voice, but the woman in front of him did not respond to him, and his voice seemed to be scattered in the wind.
The woman slowly returned to the dormitory and opened the door to her room. Her expression suddenly became cold and she stared sharply at the fashionable and exquisitely dressed woman in the center of the room.
"What are you doing here?"
"Ah Jin, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I just want to spend it with you." The woman wearing a mask was holding a tray with several exquisite snacks and several moon cakes on it.
She placed the tray in front of the woman, looked at her up and down for a while and then said, "Your skin is so good that I'm jealous. Even though you are facing so many heavy metals and so much radiation, why don't you look older?"
The masked woman raised her hand to caress her masked cheek, her eyes flashing with jealousy and madness, "I have used so many medical treatments, so many high-tech methods, and such good skin care products, why am I still getting older?"
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"Because you have evil intentions!" the middle-aged woman sneered and slapped her Sweeping the tray to the ground, "Don't disgust me here, get out!"
"Ajin, why are you still so grumpy? This is not good..." The masked woman was not angry, but there was a strange glint in her eyes, "Has your research encountered a bottleneck in the past two days? It doesn't matter, I can do it.
Wait...wait until you get the results of your research."
"I don't want to see you, not even for a minute!" The middle-aged woman looked cold and walked directly into the bathroom, dragging her heavy shackles.
"Ouch, do you want to wash up now? You don't have to pay attention to me. Just give me the research results." The masked woman raised her eyebrows and shouted at her back.
The middle-aged woman slammed the bathroom door, and soon the sound of gurgling water could be heard inside.
The masked woman sneered and stepped out of the room.
By the time the middle-aged woman walked out of the bathroom, the room had become empty.
She dragged her heavy shackles to the bedside and glanced at the simple room. Then she sat on the bed and stared at the shackles on her feet for a long time.
This shackle is specially made, not only is it very heavy, but there is no key to open it.
She has been studying this shackle for many, many years, but she has never been able to open it.
She sighed, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes.
Her children...her family...I don't know what happened to them either.
Are her two daughters... okay?
It's late at night, Presidential Palace.
When Bo Xingzhi came back under the moonlight, it was already eleven o'clock in the night.
He returned to the small building where he lived, and as soon as he walked to the lobby on the first floor, he saw the hall was brightly lit and a middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa with a gloomy face.
There was a plate of cut mooncakes placed on the coffee table in front of him.
Hearing the footsteps, the man struck Bo Xingzhi with a dagger. He snorted coldly, his tone full of displeasure, "You are so kind! You didn't even spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my father, and you ran away.
Go to Ye’s house!”
"Is there anything wrong with me spending the holidays with my wife?" Bo Xingzhi walked slowly to the sofa and looked at the angry-looking president, "You have so many women, and there are so many who want to spend the holidays with you. Why bother?
Pretending in front of me?"
The president's face was dark. He turned down his job, turned down invitations to those women, and came back to spend the holidays with his son. The result was good. He waited until midnight for his son to return.
