Chapter 569

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Chapter 569

"Youyou, why haven't I heard you talk about your good-looking uncle?" On the way back, Ye Zhimeng held Youyou's hand and asked casually.

Youyou glanced at her: "Mommy doesn't like good-looking uncle, so Youyou won't say anything."

"Did Mommy ever say she doesn't like good-looking uncles?" Ye Zhimeng asked guiltily.

Youyou thought for a while and shook his head: "Not really, but doesn't mommy not let Youyou see uncle? Doesn't that mean he doesn't like it?"

"Then do you still want to see me now?"

It is said that children have great forgetfulness. What if a young child has no feelings for his uncle after such a small month?

"I think so!" Youyou said without hesitation, then a little melancholy, "But my uncle hasn't been looking for me recently."

"Maybe uncle is in trouble? He should be looking for you soon." Ye Zhimeng said, and then thought of the photo he received, "By the way, today I received a gift package for you and my brother at home. It seems to be You look good. This is a gift from your uncle!"

"Really? Really?" Youyou's eyes immediately brightened, "Hurry up and show me! Mommy, hurry up!"

Ye Zhimeng smiled, squatted down and showed the photo to Xiaoyou.

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The gift was not opened.

Just two beautifully wrapped boxes.

"It's a gift from you and brother, so Mommy didn't let them open it, but Mommy already asked them to send the things over." Ye Zhimeng said softly.

The young ones were very excited.

"Youyou, when you receive a gift from your uncle, shouldn't you also prepare a return gift for him?"

"Yeah!" Youyou nodded vigorously.

Ye Zhimeng continued to be persuasive: "Mommy, I saw you draw something before. There was a painting with mommy, brother and uncle. That painting was very beautiful. Otherwise, why should I finish the painting at a young age and give it to my uncle?" Sample?"

"Is it really okay?" Of course Youyou thinks it's good.

So awesome!

"Of course!" Ye Zhimeng nodded.

"Mommy, you don't hate uncle anymore, right?" Youyou hugged Ye Zhimeng's neck, and the little thing was warm and stuck to Ye Zhimeng's body.

"I didn't hate it before." Ye Zhimeng stroked her little head.

"Then can Xiaoyou play with uncle next time? Can mommy come too?" Xiaoyou crawled along the pole.

"No problem!" Ye Zhimeng replied readily.

When I returned home as a young child, I would jump and hum songs along the way. I was so happy and would say hello to the flowers and plants on the roadside.

In Ye Zhimeng's impression, Youyou has always been happy.

But it seems that I have never been so happy.

After arriving home, Xiaoyou took off his shoes, shouted to his brother and rushed inside.

Before taking two steps, his feet left the ground and he was picked up.

When the young boy was very confused, he was lifted up again.

Ye Zhimeng stood in the entrance hall, looking at the tall figure who was smiling and holding up a young child, and his smile froze for a moment.

Youyou turned around and saw the face of the visitor clearly.

"Wenchi!"

The young ones were extremely excited.

"You're not polite, call me uncle!" Ye Zhimeng stepped forward, "Brother Wenchi, when did you come?"

"I just got off the plane and came right over." Wen Chi was as gentle and gentle as ever, and the years seemed to have left no trace on him.

Let’s talk about the only change.

That's how he changed from the original white coat to the current suit and leather shoes.

Ye Zhimeng went over and tried to take back Youyou from Wen Chi.

Wen Chi has managed Ji's medical industry very well in recent years.

He is getting busier and busier, and so is Ye Zhimeng.

And she also deliberately avoided meeting Wen Chi more often.

She only knew Wen Chi's thoughts, but she never wanted to delay Wen Chi. She always hoped that he could get out of her trap quickly and start a new life of his own.

The last time I met Wen Chi was during the Spring Festival.

Wenchi went to the island to spend New Year's Eve, and went back to spend time with his parents the next day.

In the next half year, a lot more happened.