Chapter 393
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Chapter 393
Li Xingyuan is more like a seed.
Planted in young hearts.
It will eventually grow into a tree that the child longs for his father.
"Don't think about it." Hao Tian took the tablet away from her hand, "Li Xingyuan gave Youyou a mobile phone, you know that, right?"
Ye Zhimeng nodded.
"It was taken away by her grandma Tianxin."
"This is good." Hao Tian sighed, "Although she is a little cruel to Youyou, if she keeps in contact with Li Xingyuan and the matter is exposed in the end, she will be cruel to you."
Ye Zhimeng took a deep breath.
"I'll go help them clean up."
"The servants are all done, where do I need you?" Hao Tian said.
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Ye Zhimeng didn't say anything and went to the children's room.
Youyou is putting the small bag that Li Xingyuan bought for her into her suitcase.
See Ye Zhimeng.
Although I was very lethargic, I still called mommy.
"Youngyou, mom will be busy soon and will pick you up then. Don't you like Uncle Shi Luo very much? Can we still live with Uncle Shi Luo?"
Youyou nodded: "You have the final say."
Ye Zhimeng's heart suddenly dropped.
"Still angry?" Ye Zhimeng asked warmly.
Youyou suddenly hugged Xiaobao tightly: "Is it wrong that you said it? Aren't you the ones who have the final say?"
"Sister, you can't talk to mommy like this."
Come over one by one.
Youyou turned his head and stopped talking.
But in his eyes, he soon had tears that he could hold back.
Ye Zhimeng felt deeply powerless.
"Yiyi, thank you for taking care of your sister." Ye Zhimeng touched Yiyi's head.
Nod one by one.
Ye Zhimeng then left the children's room.
The studio door was ajar and the lights were turned off.
Ye Zhimeng went over and opened the door. Facing the door was an unfinished oil painting.
Green grass, blue sky, white clouds.
The wind blows the towering trees.
Next to the tree, there is a photo of a family of four from behind.
The mother is holding the boy, and the daughter is riding on the mother's neck, with her arms spread wide, and the pigtails on both sides are raised with joy.
The mother is wearing a green skirt. She owns it, and the youngster likes it very much.
dad......
The painting was painted by Youyou. That person must be Li Xingyuan, right?
Ye Zhimeng stood there, stunned for a while, and finally looked away, turned off the light, and gently closed the door.
She went downstairs with a heavy heart.
She originally thought that all she wanted to do was give a lot of love to Xiaoyou and Yiyi.
It doesn't actually matter whether there is a father or not.
What's more, in most of the important moments between the brother and sister.
Wenchi is here...
How much she thought could be filled.
But he never expected that after meeting Li Xingyuan a few times, he would have such a strong desire for his father.
"What's your expression?" Ji Tianxin asked when he saw Ye Zhimeng coming downstairs.
Ye Zhimeng raised his eyes and looked at her: "Why haven't you rested yet?"
"I'm wondering whether I should give this phone to Youyou." Ji Tianxin took out the phone that he received from Youyou, "My sweetheart doesn't talk to me much today."
"It was my negligence." Ye Zhimeng sat down and held her forehead with both hands, "I should have been more careful and shouldn't have let her see Li Xingyuan. I just didn't expect...it was only a few times. "
Not just young ones.
Even Li Xingyuan, who didn't like children before, seemed to be a different person when he was with Youyou.
Gentle, loving and considerate.
"Sometimes, the attraction of blood is like this." Ji Tianxin said with emotion, "When I first met you, I fell in love with you inexplicably. After two contacts, I ran to buy you jewelry. I want to trick you into teaching me, thinking that you are someone who can be entrusted to the consortium."
Think about it later.
Is this also the attraction of blood ties?
Ye Zhimeng smiled bitterly.
"Li Xingyuan is not a good man." Suddenly, Ji Tianxin changed the subject.
"What are you worried about?" Ye Zhimeng smiled silently, "If I wanted him, I wouldn't have fought so hard to escape."