70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 515 Backer
The house is lively when He Yaozu cries; it's lifeless when He Yaozu's voice is absent.

Grandma Yang had some free time and earnestly advised, "Xiaohe, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but you shouldn't be so gloomy. You should be more lively like a child, and don't be disobedient and immature. Otherwise, with your personality, you won't fit into any family."

Yang Yihe gently closed the door, lowered the bolt, and sat down weakly on the floor.

knock knock --

"Hello, Grandma! I'm Xiaoyu. Do you remember me? I'm Xiaohe's classmate."

Xiao Yu's sweet voice suddenly appeared in the house.

Yang Yihe suddenly opened her eyes.

Mao Mao greeted her with a smile: "Hello, Grandma. I am Mao Mao. My father's surname is Mao, and I have half of Lao Mao's blood, so my full name is Mao Mao."

Two children stood obediently at the door, carrying a bag of yellow-skinned fruit.

Grandma Yang immediately welcomed them in: "Xiaoyu and Maomao, right? Come in quickly. Xiaohe, your classmate is here to see you. Come out quickly!"

When she lived in the courtyard with her nephews and nieces before, Chen Qing brought her children to visit Xiao He, and she recognized Xiao Yu and Maomao.

Two exquisitely beautiful children, so good-looking that they are easy to remember.

The key point is that Xiaoyu's aunt is the factory director and her uncle is the deputy director of the research institute. Mao Mao's father is also the director of the research institute. Both children have family backgrounds.

Grandma Yang looked around but couldn't find any snacks suitable for the children, so she quickly told the two kids, "Grandma will go buy you some delicious food right away. You and Xiaohe have fun."

Grandma Yang hurried to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy food.

The elderly couple had no one to rely on. If they could get involved with Chen Qing, at least people would think twice before bullying them.

no--

She needs to go and call the old man back so he can think of a way to make a good impression on the two children.

Yang Yihe opened the door and looked at Mao Mao and Xiao Yu in the house, feeling a sudden surprise: "Why are you here?"

"My aunt brought us here by bicycle, but my brother didn't come because there weren't enough seats."

Xiaoyu explained.

Mao Mao chuckled: "I'm smart, I just snatched the back seat from my aunt, so now He Yuxiang and Fu Shuyan are staying home to play."

Yang Yihe: "You guys are so nice."

Xiaoyu smiled broadly upon being praised: "We're good friends, right? You can come to my house to play anytime, and you can even sleep at my house!"

Mao Mao chimed in, "My family can do that too. I can give you my bed and then I can sleep with my mom and dad."

Yang Yihe chuckled and said, "Then I'll go whenever I have the chance."

She smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Sweet, beautiful, and exquisite.

Xiaoyu cupped her face and said, "Sister Xiaohe is so pretty."

Yang Yihe said earnestly, "You are the prettiest."

She likes Xiaoyu the most.

Xiaoyu is like a little fairy, cute and lively, poised and generous, full of good fortune, and incredibly kind.

Seeing Xiaoyu giggling, Yang Yihe was in a great mood. "Let me show you my room."

"Okay, okay."

The two children placed a net bag of yellow-skinned fruit on the living room table and went into Yang Yihe's room.

Yang Yihe's room was very clean, with no odds and ends, and everything was neatly arranged.

Mao Mao complained, "Your room looks just like He Yuxiang's room, like an adult's room. My room and Xiao Yu's room are much nicer."

Xiaoyu silently agreed. Her room was a treasure trove!
Looking at the empty room, Yang Yihe seemed lost in thought. "Should I try to decorate it?"

Just as Xiaoyu and Maomao were about to speak, the sound of a child crying came from the next room.

Yang Yihe's excited expression suddenly fell. She went to the next room, picked up her younger brother, and gently rocked him.

Seeing that Yang Yihe seemed unhappy, Mao Mao picked up the child and said, "Let me do it. I've held babies before, so I won't drop your little brother."

The child he was holding was Peipei, Aunt Xiaotian's daughter.

Peipei is a little older than this child, and she is also a crybaby.

Mao Mao is a very patient child, and also a child with a good temper. He gently patted He Yaozu's back and coaxed him gently, "Are you hungry? We'll get you something to eat later."

The child kept crying, and Mao Mao persistently tried to soothe him without changing his expression.

Xiaoyu was a little angry when she heard this.

Yang Yihe was extremely agitated.

Xiao Yu muttered to herself, "If it were my brother trying to coax him, he'd probably give me a hard time."

Her brother tried to coax her, speaking gently and kindly for the first two sentences as if he were giving her face, but he gradually became irritable starting from the third sentence.

Yang Yihe: "Mao Mao has such a good temper."

"Yes."

Xiaoyu rested her chin on her hands, pondering what to do if her younger sister was also noisy.
After thinking it over, Xiaoyu felt that even if her younger sister cried, she might be angry, but she would still love her very much.

Mao Mao kept coaxing the child until Grandma Yang went home.

Grandma Yang's expression changed drastically when she saw her grandson being held by a little boy: "Xiao He, why did you let your classmate take care of your little brother!"

Mao Mao explained with a smile, "I thought my little brother was cute, so I wanted to hug him."

Upon hearing this, Grandma Yang felt relieved: "Oh, you really know how to talk."

Grandpa He smiled and looked at Mao Mao: "So you're Mao Mao. I've seen the newspaper article about your singing before. You're a promising kid."

Mao Mao smiled, pursing her lips.

Grandpa He looked at Xiaoyu again: "You must be Xiaoyu, right? You're so pretty. Your aunt is the most beautiful girl in the machine factory, you'll definitely be pretty too."

Xiao Yu scratched her face: "Maybe."

Grandpa He then took out a tin of biscuits, tore open the wrapper, and offered them to her: "Your mother-in-law bought meat, so she'll stay home for lunch, okay?"

Mao Mao declined on behalf of her sister: "I'm sorry, we've already prepared a meal at home. It would be a waste if we didn't eat it. We just came here to play with Xiao He. Thank you very much for your hospitality, Grandpa and Grandma."

Grandpa He was somewhat disappointed.

But most parents do teach their children not to eat at other people's houses, so he didn't try to persuade them anymore.

Xiaoyu sat there awkwardly.

I felt a little uncomfortable.

Yang Yihe said, "Xiaoyu, let me take you out to play. We can get home while we play."

Xiao Yu was delighted: "That works too!"

Grandpa He looked unwell. He took his grandson and asked his wife to take the two children out.

Along the way, whenever someone asked who Yang Yihe's two friends were, Grandma Yang would inevitably introduce Xiaoyu and Maomao's identities: "Oh my, this is Xiaohe's classmate, one is called Xiaoyu, and the other is called Maomao. Xiaoyu is Chen Qing's niece. You must know Chen Qing, she's about to become a factory director. This boy is the only son of the director of the research institute. He was featured in the newspaper for singing before."

She kept repeating it.

Everyone in the tenement building knew that Chen Qing's and Mao Jianguo's children were all on good terms with Yang Yihe.

Don't be fooled by their old age and young age; they have powerful backers.