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After a long while, she suddenly realized that she had been staring at Yan Mingyao for several minutes, so she looked away in panic. Yan Mingyao treated her wounds gently, bit by bit.    

    

He knew in his heart that it was related to Ye Family, but he couldn't say it out loud. After all, this was someone's family matter, right? He smiled mockingly, put down Ao Xue's call and got up.    

    

Ao Xue withdrew her foot in silence. Suddenly, her stomach rumbled a few times. She looked up in panic. Yan Mingyao looked at her and then sat on the sofa in front of her. He then took out a stack of 24-hour take-out orders from under the coffee table.    

    

"699-287-112," Ao Xue muttered. "The porridge is delicious."    

    

Yan Mingyao sighed, "Why didn't you choose to go to that kind of life instead of being doted on?"    

    

Ao Xue was silent. It was not that she didn't want to answer, but she didn't know how to reply. Yan Mingyao's gaze made her feel pity. She pushed him away and ran outside, unwilling to stay here any longer.    

    

Ao Xue returned home in a daze. Seeing that Chang Hua was about to leave with the thermos, she forced herself to ask, "Where's Young Master Ye?"    

    

"Young Master Ye went to the office. The old mistress saw that you weren't there, so she told me to send the young master some soup." Chang Hua lowered her head and said obediently. Ao Xue frowned as she looked at the soup.    

    

She wanted to send him off, but there was a slight pain in her stomach. In addition to Yan Mingyao's shock tonight, she was unable to defend against Ye Nianmo's cold violence. She waved her hand and a satisfied smile flashed across Chang Hua's eyes.    

    

In the Ye Group Building, only one office was still lit, Ye Bo dutifully stood to the side. The bruises on his face had almost healed, and only the corner of his eyes were faintly purple.    

    

"That old man called Alin hasn't come to China, he shouldn't have anything to do with Ye Group." Ye Bo said in a deep voice. After some investigation, he felt that it might have been a coincidence.    

    

"Go to France again and take this designer's brand. If you can't get the news from him, take it from someone close to him." Ye Nianmo's expression was grim. He scanned the wounds on Ye Bo's face and said in a more serious tone, "This time, I will have the Ye Family people follow you."    

    

"Young master, I made a mistake last time, I won't make that mistake this time." Ye Bo's expression gradually tightened, his killing intent couldn't be hidden any longer and leaked out, which made people feel terrified.    

    

Ye Nianmo put his hand on his nose and pinched it, his eyes looked tired, "The day after tomorrow, I will go to America."    

    

Ye Bo knew what his young master was doing in the United States, so he could only hope that this time, there was definitely news about Miss Ding.    

    

The two of them looked at each other and shut their mouths at the same time. Chang Hua had been eavesdropping outside the whole time, so she knocked on the door at this moment. Ye Bo pretended to be apologetic after he opened the door for her and said, "Sorry, young master, the old lady asked me to come to deliver the soup."    

    

Ye Nianmo nodded, "Put it there."    

    

Chang Hua walked in front of him and was just about to put the soup on the table when her feet suddenly slipped and her body dangerously tilted towards Ye Nianmo. She thought that the young master would definitely hug her and only when she fell down to the ground did she notice the young master standing a few steps away and looking at her indifferently.    

    

Ye Nianmo's shirt was splashed with chicken soup. He frowned as he couldn't stand the greasy feeling. Chang Hua quickly got up with a panicked expression. She looked like she was about to cry.    

    

"I'm sorry, young master, I didn't do it on purpose. Please change out of your clothes, I will wash your clothes right away."    

    

Ye Nianmo frowned and walked into the locker room next door. He changed his shirt and came out. He looked at Chang Hua and said in a deep voice, "I lost it."    

    

Chang Hua nodded and hurried to her room to take away her clothes. The sound of discussion rose up in her office again, and a sweet and terrifying smile appeared in the darkness.    

    

This was something that she had to do every day. At ten o'clock in the morning, she would drink the Spirit-Calming Elixir, and Chang Hua just so happened to grasp the right amount of time. She quickly walked closer, and upon seeing Fu Fengyi, her expression still had a little bit of panic.    

    

Chang Hua thought that this old fox would definitely not let go of the expression on her face. Sure enough, Fu Fengyi carelessly said, "What's wrong?"    

    

She pretended to be shocked as she hid the shirt in her hands behind her back. Fu Fengyi's dignified voice was unquestionable, it was an expression that came from dozens of years of noble life. She abruptly retracted her expression, not angry at herself and said, "Why aren't you speaking the truth!"    

    

Trembling, Chang Hua took out the shirt in her hands and lowered her head in silence. Fu Fengyi looked at the green and red color on her knees, then looked at the shirt that was obviously her own grandson.    

    

Her expression became unfathomable. After a long while, she faintly said, "Go to sleep."    

    

Chang Hua raised her head in surprise. It was impossible for the madame to only say that. Why was she so calm now? With a nervous heart, she nodded and picked up her clothes to go upstairs.    

    

At the corner of the staircase, she greedily inhaled the smell on her shirt. Her expression was mesmerized, as if she had just gotten Ye Nianmo. She whispered, "Ye Nianmo, I must get you."    

    

All of this fell into Ao Xue's eyes. She had a cold smile on her face as she looked down from the second floor at the intoxicated Chang Hua on the corner of the stairs. If she wanted to fight with her, then come on.    

    

Ao Xue walked into the living room. Fu Fengyi frowned. "Why aren't you going to sleep? It's not good for the baby to sleep late."    

    

Ao Xue walked forward while rubbing her stomach and personally placed the teacup on Fu Fengyi's hand. Then, she said, "Grandma, I've thought about a lot these two days. I feel that I'm pregnant and there must be a lot of things I can't take care of Nianmo."    

    

Fu Fengyi looked at her calmly, waiting for her to continue. Ao Xue sighed, "I think Chang Hua is very good and smart. I think he can take care of Nianmo in place of me when I'm pregnant. What do you think, grandma?"    

    

Fu Fengyi's frown disappeared, and the lines on her face seemed to fade. She nodded, and a smile appeared on her face as well. "That's right. You must be a noble person to think like this. If you want to enter the Wealthy Class, you must.    

    

Ao Xue's fingers, which were placed at the side of her body, quietly fiddled with the hem of her skirt. Ao Xue exerted her strength, but she still had a smile on her face, "Thank you for your teachings, Grandma. However, Nianmo is very strict with his habits, so I want to teach Chang Hua to serve Nianmo in the future."    

    

Fu Fengyi patted the back of her hand gratifyingly. "Then let's do it. I'm relieved that you have such a heart, good child."    

    

Good child, as long as there are any benefits, your grandson will take all of them. If you want a bit of equal happiness, then you are not fit to enter the Wealthy Class. Just watch and see how she will drive away all of the women by Ye Nianmo's side, no matter if it's Chang Hua or Ding Yiyi!    

    

In Paris, Ding Yiyi was in the design room, munching on a piece of work with great difficulty. Alin, at the side, shouted, "I didn't expect you to not have read much of my book. It's not that I love to say that in this world, other than Xia Yihan from China, I'm not afraid of anyone else!"    

    

"Yes yes yes, master you are the best, master you are the best, master you are the best." Ding Yiyi, with her feet in Baby Cheng's stomach to warm herself up, turned her head to look at Alin's design. She felt extremely moved, she never thought that at such a young age, she would be able to come into contact with the two most famous people in the world.    

    

Elaine walked in and placed the juice on Ding Yiyi's table. He said, "You've worked hard. Have some juice."    

    

Ding Yiyi cautiously smiled at him. Ever since that time when he wanted to force her to come here, she had always kept her distance from him and wished that they could never meet again.    

    

Alin jumped to his feet. "You unfilial son of a bitch, you only had one glass!"    

    

Ding Yiyi said helplessly, "Master, it seems like the unfilial descendants of China cannot be used on people who are not related by blood."    

    

Elaine blinked at the old man, "Let's go drink in the conference room."    

    

The old man slammed the table in anger. "Who wants to drink with you in the meeting room? Bring it over quickly. I want to drink here."    

    

Elaine saw that he didn't get it, so he was so anxious that his facial features were pressed together. His deep blue eyes hinted, "Conference room, Alin. The cold air is quite cold. Let's go there for some juice."    

    

"0 ° C this year, I'm having a cold sweat and drinking juice." The rest of the words were suddenly swallowed up by Alin. He looked at Elaine suspiciously as their gazes collided in the air.    

    

"Master, drink my wine. I haven't touched it yet." Seeing the two of them arguing over the juice, Ding Yiyi passed the juice in her hand over.    

    

Alin suddenly turned around, the mustache bobbing up and down as he spoke, "No, it's alright. I'm just sick. I like drinking fruit juice in the meeting room in the winter. Elaine, let's go."    

    

The two of them quickly drove away. Ding Yiyi sighed, blaming all of this on the surprised nature of the Frenchman. Baby Cheng suddenly stood up and also ran out the door.    

    

"Even you abandoned me!" The room was silent. She took out the storybook in the drawer and looked for the fairy tale that Ye Nianmo had read to her in France.    

    

When she thought about his flat tone and the way he read the story with a serious look, she couldn't help but laugh, then felt even more depressed. She changed the phone number, which only her father knew, and she knew that doing this would let Chuyun and Qiu Bai down, but doing so would at least force her not to think of that person thousands of miles away.    

    

In the meeting room, Ye Bo spoke in high spirits, "Hello, I believe you have seen the entire plan."    

    

Alin sat on the chair in displeasure. Ye Group was a cunning person, but this plan was actually passed on via voice, how could he not listen!    

    

"We want the biggest display case in the international shopping mall. Our French flag is also on the display case, so everything must be done according to our rules." Elaine said proudly in Chinese.    

    

Ye Bo remained calm, "I think it would be better to let Mr. Alin make the decision."    

    

Alin was already angry at them for bullying his disciple, now he would definitely support Elaine even more. Although he felt that the other party's suggestion was a bit over the top, he still slapped the fatty's face and said: "He meant what I said, if you can't do it, then don't talk about it."    

    

"No problem, this bit of Ye Group is still enough to satisfy you. This time, we have come with the determination to cooperate with sincerity." Ye Bo heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

Alin nodded, "We have received your sincerity, and we were very touched by your concessions, but we still refuse!"