Ye Wangchuan concealed the darkness in his eyes and did not ask any more questions on the way. He followed the old housekeeper quietly all the way to find Mr. Ye.
Ye Maoshan was standing in the pavilion of the small garden waiting for him to come over, while still teasing the blackbird he had raised for almost ten years.
"Grandpa." When Ye Wangchuan saw him, he put away his casual attitude and became serious.
Ye Maoshan turned around and saw him, put down the bird stick in his hand, added some bird food to his bird, and said in a neither salty nor bland voice: "Here he comes."
"Your Uncle He told you."
Before Ye Wangchuan opened his mouth, he said it first because the old god was there.
The old butler immediately lowered his head and stared at the toes of his shoes.
Ye Wangchuan rubbed his eyebrows, stepped forward, took the bird food from his hand, and fed the birds for him: "What are they here for?"
Ye Maoshan glanced at him with a half-smile, knowing full well that he was changing the subject and unwilling to question the old housekeeper himself.
This brat!
He is not a tyrant.
How can I blame the old people around me for trivial matters?
He allowed his grandson to take away his job and became a hands-off shopkeeper: "They came to find you."
Ye Wangchuan added a little water to the thrush, and the bird jumped happily around in the cage and cursed in a Beijing accent.
"Brat."
"Brat!"
It can be seen that Ye Maoshan often says this sentence.
Mr. Ye touched the bridge of his nose, a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face, but soon he acted as if nothing had happened, and said in an arrogant manner: "They are your grandpa's family after all. After all, you don't have to do it every time."
Don’t give others face.”
Ye Wangchuan put down the cup filled with water. His deep eyebrows, crisp suit, and well-jointed fingers were all the dignified and distinguished heirs carefully cultivated by the Ye family.
He glanced at Mr. Ye indifferently and said, "I don't have a grandfather."
"You kid!"
Ye Maoshan was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged, and he patted the table. Seeing that his behavior had no deterrent effect at all, his grandson still looked indifferent.
Ye Maoshan took a deep breath and prepared to reason with him: "You can cut off the relationship if you don't admit it? Besides, your mother..."
Ye Wangchuan suddenly interrupted him: "She is not my mother."
Ye Maoshan was speechless, and it took him a long time to hold back the words: "If you say no, then she is not the one? You two went to the hospital for a blood test, and the test report clearly stated that you are mother and child! You two
Even if you don’t admit it, it won’t change the facts.”
Ye Wangchuan's face was full of indifference, and he couldn't hide his unruly look in his eyes: "So, since we are related by blood, I must recognize her?"
"I'm too lazy to tell you." Ye Maoshan couldn't lift it up in one breath and waved his hands, looking exhausted.
Ye Wangchuan walked over and patted him on the back, feeling relieved but not as aggressive as before.
When Ye Maoshan saw him, he came over and was worried about his health. He sighed and looked at him with complicated eyes: "You said you are so good to me and you are not a ruthless person. Why do you have to have such opinions on your mother's relatives?"
Big. The grievances of the older generation should not be involved with you. Your parents' matter...sigh...I can't tell what is right or wrong. In short, it is their matter. Your father has been dead for so many years, why do you still resent your only one?
Relatives living in the world.”
"My relatives are only you, my sister-in-law, and Chenchen. The others are not my relatives." Ye Wangchuan calmly stroked his back again.