Hearing this, even Feng Zhe put down his chopsticks.
Ma Chunhong glanced at Eldest Aunt, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared. "The children and grandchildren have their own fortune. We can't worry about them."
"What's there to worry about? You can ask your rich friends what kind of young men in their institute like." Eldest Aunt's family background was much higher than Ma Chunhong's. She was still a high school teacher and had always looked down on Ma Chunhong's junior high school diploma. "You can't find a really good young man like her."
Ye Shaohua thought of the situation of the original body, and could not help but stop.
She looked at Eldest Auntie and suddenly smiled. "Eldest Auntie, you don't have to worry. I already have a boyfriend."
Eldest Auntie was taken aback. "What?"
Ye Shaohua ignored her and went straight into her room and closed the door.
"Chunhong, do you know about this?" Aunt looked at Ma Chunhong's surprised look and understood. "Nowadays, young people will mess around. Chunhong, you have to take good care of your family's Shaohua. You don't know if you have a boyfriend. Don't let something happen one day."
Ma Chunhong's expression was very calm.
"Big brother, why are you looking for Little Xiao?" After dinner, Ye Fuyou and Little Xiao left, and Ye Fuming saw them off.
Seeing that Ma Chunhong did not speak, Ye Fuming could not help but speak up to prevent the atmosphere from becoming awkward.
Hearing Ye Fuming's words, Ye Fuyou waved his hand. "You don't understand these things."
Ye Fuming choked and didn't say anything else.
After closing the door, even someone as good-tempered as Ma Chunhong couldn't help but get angry. "What kind of relatives are they? I'm telling you, Ye Fuming, don't let them in next time!"
Ye Fuming immediately comforted her, "Alright, alright, I won't, I won't."
He comforted Ma Chunhong for a while before she calmed down.
Then he remembered Ye Shaohua.
"Ye dad, what's the matter with the boyfriend you just mentioned?" She knocked on Ye Shaohua's door with a rag in one hand.
Ye Shaohua's hand paused for a moment, a pair of beautiful eyes narrowed, "Oh … That's it, mom, I'll tell you when the time comes."
Ma Chunhong widened her eyes.
In the room, Feng Zhe looked at the computer desktop very seriously.
Ye Shaohua flipped the book in Feng Zhe's backpack, "who gave it to you?"
"Um, Uncle Yao." Feng Zhe didn't even turn his head.
"The technology is still too backward," Ye Shaohua casually flipped through it and threw the book aside, "I'd better work overtime."
As she spoke, she took out her computer.
Feng Zhe tilted his head and glanced at the book that Ye Shaohua had thrown aside. The corner of his mouth twitched. He didn't know how his mother and Uncle Yao would think when they saw that the book had been thrown aside by Ye Shaohua.
"By the way, you should know the Feng family and that Yan Donghe, right?" Ye Shaohua asked.
"I know." Feng Zhe didn't hide anything from Ye Shaohua, "My mother just sent me an email, saying that I am a member of the Feng family's generation, and that someone might take me back to the Feng family in a few days."
Ye Shaohua's hand paused for a moment, and her eyebrows twisted. "A few days later?"
"But I don't want to go back," Feng Zhe sneered. "My mother doesn't know, but Ye father, you have checked the information of the Feng family. My biological grandfather was driven out by the Feng family. At that time, my biological grandfather's ancient martial arts were abolished. For fear of provoking the Jiang family, they didn't dare to take him in. Now the Jiang family doesn't care about the past, and the Feng family temporarily hides from the limelight. They think that I may inherit my grandfather's talent, so they came to pick me up. I don't believe that they only found me now.
"" My mother was desperate at the beginning. If it wasn't for my aunt, I don't know if she would still be, or, "he suddenly looked at Ye Shaohua," Ye father, you don't want me, do you? "
"Don't worry, your Ye father is your Ye father after all." Ye Shaohua was satisfied.
This little bastard's conscience is still big.
Feng Zhe knew that she always kept her word, and was relieved to hear her guarantee.
While thinking, she replied to a message on WeChat.
**
Ye Shaohua was ready to go out early the next morning.
He got up earlier than usual.
"Shaohua, someone is knocking at the door." Ma Chunhong shouted in the kitchen.
Ye Shaohua slowly went to open the door.
The person knocking on the door outside seemed to be impatient. Ye Shaohua opened the door with a cold face.
It was two men.
"Who is it?" Ma Chunhong wiped her hands and came out of the kitchen.
Seeing two strangers, she was stunned.
"Is this Ye Fuming's house?" The middle-aged man standing in front saw Ma Chunhong walking forward and involuntarily took a step back.
There was obvious disgust in his eyes.
Ma Chunhong nodded hesitantly, "Yes, you are here …"
"That's right, I'm Feng Zhe's uncle. I came to take Feng Zhe home." The middle-aged man looked at Ma Chunhong, "Little Xiao should have informed you. Call Feng Zhe out, and you will know who I am."
When Ma Chunhong heard him say Feng Xiaoxiao, the suspicion in her eyes lessened a little.
Then she called Feng Zhe out.
"Who are you?" Feng Zhe glanced at the middle-aged man and then hid beside Ye Shaohua.
When the middle-aged man saw Feng Zhe, his eyes lit up. "It's Little Zhe, right? I'm your uncle. I'm here to take you back to the big house of Feng family. You should know who I am, right?"
Feng Zhe did not answer. "Ye father, I don't know him."
Ye Shaohua said slowly: "Some people think they are the president or RMB."
The middle-aged man's face changed, "you …"
"Feng Zhe, call your mother, and you will know that I am your uncle. I'm here to take you home …"
"This is my home." Feng Zhe looked at him with vigilance.
The middle-aged man thought that this trip would be very easy. How could he know that he would encounter such a thing?
He looked at Ye Shaohua, and his eyes sank slightly. How could a child be so rebellious? It was clear that this family had taught this child something. A good child had been taught like this by them. He could no longer be placed in such a family.
On his body, there was a slight aura that ordinary people could not see. "Little Zhe, you don't understand," he looked directly at Ye Shaohua. "I've seen many people like you. I didn't want to argue with you …"
"Up to you," Ye Shaohua looked at him slowly. She squinted her beautiful eyes, and the corners of her eyes turned cold. "Hurry up and get lost. Your Ye father has no time to play with you."
— — Digression
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