186 My dadâs condition is not bad, he has a house, a car, and savings
The next day.
The sudden snow covered the entire city with a layer of silver-white, making people want to catch and keep it ...
Western Cemetery
Ye qingge was wearing a black woolen coat and holding her motherâs favorite jasmine flower.
Li Mumu was wearing a black down jacket, looking at the woman on the tombstone with a solemn expression, as if deep in thought.
The flame held the umbrella for him ...
Li beixiao stood beside ye qingge and held the umbrella for her personally ...
my mother loves snow. She said that the purest white in the world is snow, and it comes from nature.
When ye Wenwen was young, her mother had taken care of her for a period of time, and she had loved her very much.
When she was sick in bed for a long time, she would often recall ye Wenwenâs childhood.
He even told her not to let the grudges between the adults affect their relationship as sisters.
Her mother had been so kind and willing to forgive, but ...
mom, you saw it from the sky. The ye Wenwen we treated with sincerity turned out to be such a sinister person.
mom, I canât be as forgiving as you. In the future, there will be no kinship between us. Whoever offends me, I will definitely return the favor.
Iâve been stupid before. I wonât let them continue to be so arrogant because Iâm really angry and annoyed. I canât take this lying down.
âWhat kind of life have we been living all these years ...â
Iâve never been to school, never worn beautiful clothes, never had decent Western food, never attended a ball ...
mom, ye Wenwen said that Iâm not your child with ye hide. In fact, Iâve already guessed that no matter whose child I am, youâll always be my mother. It doesnât matter who my father is ...
Ye qingge said these words silently in her heart. Her eyes were filled with tears, but they did not fall.
Her mother didnât like her crying. She said that a daughterâs tears were like knives in a motherâs heart ...
If she cried, it would be like stabbing a knife into her motherâs heart ...
âHello, grandma. Iâm Li Mumu. Can you see me from heaven? Iâm a little small now, so I canât see clearly, right? Iâll grow up quickly to protect my mother ...â
âMy mother is your daughter, so if I call you grandma, you have to respond!â
âThe tall, handsome, powerful, and loyal man next to me is my father. His name is li beixiao.
For now, heâs taking care of my mother in my place. You keep an eye on him.
If he doesnât do a good job, you can come and chat with him at night. No one will know even if you hit him!â
my dad is quite well-off. He has a house, a car, and savings. My mom wonât have to suffer with him, so donât worry, grandma!
Mumuâs voice had the tenderness of a child, but her words were clear and sonorous.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The tears that she had held back earlier fell uncontrollably. Words from a child touched parents the most.
Ye qingge did not know when it started, but in her heart, Mumu was her son.
He wanted a younger sister. How good would it be if she could find her own daughter?
Li beixiao held ye qingge in his arms, his eyes deep.
âDonât worry, Iâll take good care of her!â
It was a powerful and resonating sentence, a promise from a man.
On this snowy winter day, this sentence stood out between heaven and earth.
When they left the cemetery in the western suburbs, the military binoculars in the distant forest were retracted.
âReport, we can start with this woman named ye qingge. She is li beixiaoâs Achilles âheel!â
The sound of danger was particularly prominent in the forest.