"Ye Jia is not your only son, you naturally say so. But he's my only son! The eldest and the second are married to a young lady, why should my son marry a poor woman? ”

"Do you think I don't care about what Ye Jia said? You're wrong, sons, I love Ye Jia the most, because he is better than those guys. You indulge in mahjong and beauty all day long, how well do you know your son? Haven't you always noticed that he wears the same style of clothes and eats in the same place from childhood to adulthood, and only chooses the same everything? ……”

Mrs. Ye couldn't answer a word, she also knew this, but she never took it seriously.

"It's a shame that you are still his biological mother, children with different personalities, and they have to adopt different strategies, do you think he is Xiaobo? Forced at home and succumbed? He has been independent since he was 14 years old, how can you force him? You have long hair and short knowledge, so you like to use the next three bad methods, now it's okay, right? Look what you're getting? That's what you want? ”

Mrs. Ye lowered her head and didn't dare to distinguish a word. She was afraid of her husband, and she was still afraid of him after all.

He sighed: "That's a very smart and interesting girl, and she is so similar to her son." In fact, neither the Ye family nor Ye Jia needed her to increase their property. Even if there is competition, it is up to them young people to compete on their own, what do you want to do? …… I went out and came back home in a mess, alas, it's a pity......"

The day after tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve.

The weather has been very good these days, and the sun is shining every day.

Ye Jia spread a thick carpet in the rose garden, and the two of them watched the sunset in the fragrance of roses.

The sunset of the day passed, and all the gentle afterglow slowly faded, Feng Feng looked up at the sunset in the west, and after looking at it for a long time, he felt very dazzling.

I wonder why the little prince watches forty-three sunsets in one day?

Doesn't he feel glaring?

Or was he in a bad mood at the time and couldn't feel the glare?

Ye Jia rubbed her eyes: "Xiaofeng, can I read the little prince to you?" ”

She leaned quietly into his arms, closed her eyes and nodded.

Ye Jia's magnetic and melodious voice echoed in the slightly fragrant air:

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