Mrs. Night is super sweet

Chu Xia explained with a smile: "It's because you like your sister very much."

Yechen nodded: "Yeah~ I like my sister~"

Ye Siming: "Then you have to grow up well, set a good example for your sister in the future, and learn to take care of her, you know?"

Ye Chen seemed to understand but half understood, but his immature face was also rare and serious.

"Good~"

Because everyone was here today, the second elder of the Ye family seemed very happy.

The old lady asked the kitchen to prepare the food that the younger generation liked to eat. Not only did she order the kitchen, but she also went to the kitchen to help make it herself.

After all, she brought them up, and she knows what the children like to eat better than the chefs.

Don't look at the old lady's age, but she has a strong body and a good body.

At lunch, the table is full of delicacies, and there is always one that I like to eat.

Yechen is very sensible and obedient now, he always sits in the baby chair and eats by himself.

The kitchen also specially gave him a combination of meat and vegetables, all of which are good for the child's health.

While eating, Chu Xia watched Yechen eat.

He lowered his head, holding a spoon in his hand and putting the food into his mouth spoon by spoon.

And not making a sound, very quiet and obedient, the old mother Chu Xia was moved and comforted when she saw it.

The immature face, the small hands like lotus roots, all these seem very small, but in his son, he can see the calmness of an adult.

Soothing and comforting at the same time.

Ye Siming noticed that Chu Xia ate less and always looked away, so he followed suit, with a slight smile in his eyes, with an imperceptible tenderness.

Fathers and mothers always play different roles in a child's life.

A mother's love is fierce and straightforward, while a father's love is subtle and great.

Ye Siming is always strict and demanding, and even looks a bit disgusted with Ye Chen. In fact, it's not that he doesn't love Ye Chen, but because he knows that Ye Chen is a boy, and being too used to him will not be good for him in the future. .

He picked up some dishes that Chu Xia liked and reminded her in a low voice.

"Don't keep staring at Yechen, remember to eat more."

Chu Xia raised her eyes, facing Ye Siming's deep eyes.

His eyebrows and straight nose really added a bit of depth to his already perfect facial features, making him look too good-looking.

Chu Xia sometimes thinks that when staring at Ye Siming, everything in this world will be eclipsed. Even a foodie will feel that these things are not as good as the man in front of him. one.

There is a feeling that staring at him will make you full.

Her eyes were shining, and the corners of her mouth were raised, smiling at him.

Ye Siming pursed his lips and whispered in his ear, "Just now I was smirking at your son, and now I'm smirking at me again, do you like us so much?"

Chu Xia glanced at the elders and whispered.

"That must be. One of you is my son and the other is my husband. Can I not like it?"

Ye Haichang didn't seem to pay attention to this side, but in fact, he glanced at them from time to time and coughed deliberately.

"You two are enough. From the boat to the house, you have been giving me dog food. Enough is enough. Leave some room for us singles."

The old man gave the old lady a meatball, and couldn't help but snort after hearing Ye Haichang's words.

"You have the guts to say that people in their 50s and [-]s don't have a wife, and they don't allow other people's younger generation to show affection in front of you~ If I were you, I would hurry out and find one. You show off, and I show off, too. No one is angry with anyone."

Ye Siming's poisonous kung fu seems to be inherited from his grandfather, Ye Haichang couldn't refute the old man's words.

The most important thing is that he doesn't have a wife to show off.

He could only swallow this breath.

After dinner, the old man and the old lady went for a walk in the yard to digest, and Yechen was taken to take a nap by Li Shufen.

Ye Siming, Chu Xia, Ye Haichang and Ye Hairong were sitting in the living room.

It was strange that Ye Haichang didn't see Jiang Chengze after returning home for so long.

"Sister, where is Chengze, why is he missing?"

Ye Hairong held Ye Haichang and cried for a long time just now, venting the anger in his heart, and now he is in a much better mood.

Once he calmed down, he couldn't help hurting his younger brother.

"He, like you, has the same virtue as you. He sees the head and the tail all day long. He has no interest in work at all. He knows how to spend time with those friends every day. He doesn't know how to be cool in this meeting."

"Everyone says that this nephew looks a lot like an uncle. I see, you two are carved out of the same mold."

Ye Haichang was a little depressed: "This Chengze likes to play, how can you blame me?"

"I'd rather he wasn't like you. For example, it would be nice to be like Siming. He's excellent, capable, and dedicated, but he's just like you."

Normally, Ye Haichang would go back, but now he was not only not angry when he heard Ye Hairong yelling at him, but also very happy.

Being able to talk to him also means that she is in a good mood now, and she is not too sad because of Jiang Hai's affairs.

"Sister, this nephew looks so much like an uncle. This is an old saying, and there is always a reason for it. Besides, isn't it nice to be like me, gentle, affectionate, and handsome, right?"

Ye Hairong, who was originally fine, heard that tenderness and affection, and Jiang Hai's face automatically appeared in his mind. Over the years, Jiang Hai has been very kind to her, and he has given her everywhere.

This good mood suddenly turned bad, and his eyes were red in an instant.

When Ye Haichang saw her eyes suddenly turned red, he became anxious immediately.

"Okay, okay, do whatever you say, I won't refute you, don't cry, I'll be messed up when you cry."

With Ye Haichang's appearance, Nuannan's younger brother didn't run away.

He was flustered, and hurriedly pulled a tissue and handed it to Ye Hairong.

This scene moved Chu Xia and Ye Siming to see the two of them, and they didn't know how to comfort them.

Ye Hairong took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"I'm fine, it's just that I've been a little sentimental recently."

Ye Haichang sighed: "I see."

He looked complicated and wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't say it.

Yechen is going to take a nap now, it would be fine if he was here.

Ye Haichang sat there, the air pressure was inexplicably low.

This kind of Ye Haichang, not to mention that Chu Xia felt strange, even Ye Siming had rarely seen him.

He sat for a while and went out to make a phone call. When he came back, his face was even darker than before.

Such him, inexplicably, makes people feel a little scary.

Some people are like this. You are used to seeing him fooling around and smiling all day long, but one day he suddenly changes.

He became very serious, even a little scary, and he was not used to it. This is how Ye Haichang felt at the moment.

Chu Xia was not actually afraid, she just felt a little strange.

In other words, she always felt that something was going to happen next.

This seemingly peaceful tranquility is the prelude to a storm brewing.

And her silence at the moment, in Ye Siming's view, she was frightened.

He stretched out his hand to gently hold her palm, and pressed it on her palm.

"shocked?"