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Chapter 520

Words:2040Update:22/06/17 12:57:25

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When Ling Li barged into the kitchen, Ye Huanyan and Fu Yingxiang were in a stalemate.

Ye Huanyan just wanted Fu Yingxiang to stay for the Spring Festival. After all, she had no family now. Whether it was going back to Macau or going on vacation, she was all alone. Originally, she wanted her to come to Lanjiang City to play for two days. After two days, she would play until after the Spring Festival.

Fu Yingxiang refused to stay.

Just as she was unwilling to give in, Ling Li pushed open the door and rushed in with a look of surprise.

"Ye Huanyan, is your mother really the master Wen Yi?"

It was no wonder. Since Ling Li returned to the old house, he had never seen Wen Yi. The morning after she came, Wen Yi went to the hospital with bags and never came back.

"Yes."

"Then is your mother really willing to teach me about jewelry design?"

It was rare for Ling Li to be bashful.

Ye Huanyan suddenly said,

"What do you think? I'm such an easy person to talk to. "

"Then of course your mother is..."

"Very difficult to talk to." Ye Huanyan continued the conversation and looked at Ling Li mischievously.

"My mother is not as easy to talk to as I am. My mother has been spoiled since she was a child. Her temper is very bad. If you don't learn well and go to ask her some childish questions, I'm afraid you will only be rolled her eyes."

Ling Li's face turned pale.

"If I'm good at it, do I still need help?"

"So when you go, carry something with you. Don't hit a smiling person..."

Ye Huanyan glanced at the steamer that had just been put in the pot and gave Ling Li a look.

Ling Li was not a fool. After being stunned for a while, he came to his senses.

"Are you serious? If I carry this, your mother will help me? "

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Alright, in order to show my sincerity, I will also help you make some snacks."

As he spoke, Ling Li rolled up his sleeves.

"How do I do this? How do I pinch this?"

Ye Huanyan looked at Fu Yingxiang.

"I've only just started learning, so I'm not very good at it yet. I won't lead you astray. You can ask Fourth Sister to teach you."

Hearing this, Ling Li still had a nonchalant look on his face as he walked over to Fu Yingxiang with a grin.

"Future sister-in-law, teach me how to pinch this …"

"I'm not your future sister-in-law …" Fu Yingxiang frowned. "I'm about the same age as your mother …"

"So what?"

Ling Li looked indifferent as he casually picked up a piece of dough.

"According to seniority, I can't call you auntie. Elder sister is elder sister."

Fu Yingxiang was rendered speechless by his words. He could only obediently teach her how to make snacks.

Ling Li was smart, but he was lazy and could not concentrate. Often, he would not finish one thing before he was busy with another. That was why he looked so sloppy.

Now that he had just learned how to make snacks, he developed a strange idea. He pinched a few zodiac signs and threw them into the steamer basket. He used date paste to decorate his nose and eyes. It was quite vivid.

Ye Huanyan had her own reasons for wanting to put Ling Li and Fu Yingxiang together. Things started because of Ling Li. The one who started the trouble should end it. This was the logic behind it.

"I still have something to do. You can ask Fourth Sister for advice here. Fourth Sister is more familiar with my mother's habits than I am."

Ye Huanyan threw down these words and became a hands-off shopkeeper. He pushed open the door and left the kitchen.

What she said was the truth. She had left home when she was young, but Fu Yingxiang had practically grown up in the Four Seasons Villa. To Wen Yi, she was more like a daughter than a daughter. She was originally slated to be her daughter-in-law, but who knew that she would not be fated to be with her son.

In this world, apart from the Gu Family, the one who could speak to Wen Yi the most was Fu Yingxiang.

"Sister Xiao Ying, what do you think of the rabbit I pinched? Will the master like it?"

"She prefers lions and tigers."

"Then I'll change it."

Ling Li's excited appearance made Fu Yingxiang feel a bit at a loss.

This girl clearly showed so much hostility and rejection towards her in the beginning. She even ridiculed her in front of everyone. Why did she suddenly act like nothing had happened?

Was she a child or something? She was confused.

Ye Huanyan left the kitchen and shrunk her neck as she returned to Naonnao's room. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Ling Han sitting by the bed and helping his son put on his clothes.

"You're awake?"

She smiled and walked over.

"Ling Li just came to disturb him. He already ate breakfast. How could he not wake up?"

Ling Han turned around and answered Ye Huanyan's question as he helped his son put on his clothes.

Ever since Ling Han stepped down as the president of the Pleasure Group, he had been idle at home. On one hand, it was because Wen Yi told him not to move around when his legs had just started to recover. His range of activities was basically limited to the old mansion. On the other hand, it was because Ye Huanyan was so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground, so Naonnao could only leave it to him.

For this son who didn't grow up by his side, Ling Han could be considered as a twenty-four filial exemplary father. Basically, he would fulfill his son's request and serve him wholeheartedly. Sometimes, even Ye Huanyan couldn't stand Naonnao's unreasonable tantrums, but he could still smile and persuade her that the child was still young.

They were all children who were spoiled by their mothers. The Ling Family was the opposite.

At this moment, this little devil had finished a bowl of porridge and was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, allowing Ling Han to do whatever he wanted. It could be said that he opened his mouth and stretched his hands out for food.

"If you spoil him like this, he won't even know how to put on his own clothes in the future."

"It's okay. I'm afraid he won't want us to help him put on his clothes when he's a little older."

Ling Han had his own ideas. "It's not a big deal to spoil him a little more while he's still young and can still be at the mercy of his parents."

"What kind of logic is that?"

Ye Huanyan casually ridiculed and conveniently cleaned up the porridge bowl at the bedside. "Ling Li, this girl, doesn't even know to take the bowl away after leaving."

"There's no need to worry about living happily like this."

Ling Han added. At this moment, he had already helped Naonnao put on his clothes. A bright red cashmere sweater and gray corduroy pants. Like a small fireball, he rolled on the bed with his eyes closed and went back to sleep, looking like he didn't want to wake up.

When he was young, he hoped that his parents would care more about him, but he was sent to the United States very early on. It was said that he wanted to receive the best education. In fact, it was just that Wen Qingwan and Ling Dongming felt that it was better to send him out to be independent than to let him experience a cold family atmosphere from a young age.

No one knew better than him the influence of his original family. These influences caused him to worry about Ye Huanyan later on.

"I plan to go to the hospital with Ling Li later. If you don't have time, can you come with me?"

"No need." Ling Han pondered for a few seconds.

"I have an appointment with Wen Siyuan."

"Umbo doesn't know about Wen Siyuan's return to the country, right?" Ye Huanyan's eyes narrowed.

"Previously, you asked Fourth Sister to temporarily let Wen Siyuan go so that he could return to the country?"

"Yes."

Ling Han nodded with a solemn expression on his face.

"Fourth Sister let him come back, but he doesn't dare to look for his father for the time being, so he's still looking for his gang of bad friends to raise money. But when a tiger leaves the plains, who would be willing to help him?"

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