The Young Master’s Bride

"Don't insult my mother, you are not worthy! A woman's best years are given to you,

But when you betrayed her and made her lose her husband, and then lost family affection, what right do you have to say about her! "

The weakened shoulders trembled lightly. If it were not because he was her father, Ye Qingge would really slap back.

She really shouldn't be here, she feels even more worthless for her own mother, and the man who she thinks of her heart can say such cruel words.

Ye Qingge turned and walked out. At this moment, she decided that the first time she violated her mother's wishes, she would treat her as unfilial.

She wouldn't let her mother and father like that be buried together, no.

"Ye Qingge, you should thank Wenwen, thank me, if it weren't for us, how could you be the granddaughter of the Li family, it would be cheaper for you!"

Dong Wenqian shouted at Ye Qingge.

In fact, she meant to tell Ye Qingge not to talk nonsense in front of the Li family.

But she won't be really cheap for Ye Qingge, it must be her Dong Wenqian's daughter who married into Li's family, it must be.

Just for Ye Wenwen, Ye Qingge would not tell the Li family that she was not the one who hit him.

Ye Wenwen wanted to chase out, but Dong Wenqian stopped her.

Ye Qingge was wearing a thick woolen coat, but he sweated all over because he was too warm in the house, and was blown through by the cold wind as soon as he went out.

However, no matter how cold the body is, it can't be as cold as the heart. Family affection is as chilling as this winter.

Mom, from now on, I'm the only one...

Ye Qingge was always strong, but when she thought of her mother, she couldn't help crying.

Sitting on the main road, holding his knees, crying.

Not far away came the noise of children playing, Ye Qingge looked at...

She laughed suddenly, that innocent childlike voice was her best comfort.

She still has a daughter to look for. That is the only relative in this world. She is not alone, she is not...

She is still alive.

Crying and laughing, I don't know if it is the happiest thing in the world or the saddest thing.

A pair of black leather boots suddenly appeared in front of Ye Qingge.

Ye Qingge raised his head, facing the dazzling winter sun.

She saw a handsome face of evil, enchanting and enchanting, with a wicked smile at the corner of her mouth, and looked down at her so exquisitely, as if falling from the sky.

Black turtleneck sweater, black leather jacket, so wild|wild and handsome, full of masculinity.

Feng Yan slowly lowered his body, took off the leather gloves on his hands, and gently kneaded Ye Qingge's soft hair with his clean and white hands.

"Why, can't I find my mother? Why are you crying?" The soft words had a lazy taste.

Ye Qingge didn't react for a while, so he looked up at Feng Yan, without realizing his movement of touching her head.

Because of his words, tears could not stop falling.

She really couldn't find her mother, she couldn't find it anymore. Ye Qingge was strong, but also the most vulnerable.

The man's cold fingers wiped the corners of her eyes, took away the tears, and left a trace of temperature.

"When my mother died, my sister was just like you, sitting on the ground, crying like a child so helpless.

She said she was going to find her mother, but as a result, she never came back! "

Feng Yan squatted down, with an arm on his leg, looking at Ye Qingge.

A pair of peach-eyed evildoers lead to crime.

His sister never came back?

If she didn't want to find her daughter, when her mother died, she had also thought about going with her mother.

I don't know why, Ye Qingge listened to the calm tone of the man in front of her, and she deeply felt sorry for him.

The sister who never came back must make him very sad, and even blame himself.

"She will be back, don't blame yourself!" I didn't know how to say such a thing, to a strange man.