At this moment, beside Ye Fan, a little girl was wearing purple sportswear, a gray baseball cap, and a small and lovely travel bag on her back.
That outfit is like a child traveling with his parents.
Yes, the little girl who giggled in front of her was naturally Lu Wenjing.
After going out with Ye Fan and the others, Lu Wenjing did not go with her mother, but secretly followed Ye Fan into the station, and then quietly boarded the bus.
Lu Wenjing didn’t show his head until the car drove.
Ye Fan only felt that his scalp was numb, so he reached out his hand and knocked on Lu Wenjing’s head with a “bang”: “Hey, you little dog!”
“You come out, do your parents know?”
“It’s a nonsense!”
“Give me home honestly in a while.” Ye Fan said fiercely.
Lu Wenjing rubbed his little head, and immediately lowered his head aggrieved: “Brother Xiaofan, I just want to go home with you.”
“I am at home during the winter vacation, and I am bored.”
“You promise.”
Lu Wenjing begged bitterly, with a pitiful look, almost tears fell.
Seeing this, Ye Fan was helpless: “Well, let me contact your mother first. If Sister agrees, I have no objection.”
After that, Ye Fan called Qiu Huan.
Lu Wenjing naturally knew the phone number of her parents.
After learning that Jingjing was with Ye Fan, Qiuhuan and his wife’s hanging hearts were released.
After Lu Wenjing made a fierce call on the phone, it was all right.
As for going home with Ye Fan for the New Year, Qiu Huan agreed with Lu Wenjing’s persistent begging.
Finally, Lu Wenjing’s goal was finally achieved, and he followed Ye Fan back to his hometown in the countryside contentedly.
On the way, Ye Fan contacted his mother Ye Ximei.
“you are?”
After hearing the familiar and unfamiliar voice on the phone.
Ye Fan, who has always been strong, didn’t hold it back after all, and his eyes suddenly turned red. The voice trembled and choked.
“Mom, it’s me, Xiao Fan.”
For three years, in order to protect his mother, Ye Fan took the initiative to cut off all contact with her mother Ye Ximei.
The last time I called was three years ago, when Ye Fan entered Zuoqiu’s house on the eve of his wedding.
Silence, a long silence.
I don’t know how long it took before I heard the excited and trembling voice on the phone.
“Little…Xiao Fan?”
“You… are you my son Xiaofan?”
“Mom, it’s me, it’s your Xiaofan. I’m back, and this year I’ll go back to spend the New Year with you.” Ye Fan said with a smile, his brows flushed.
“You are not a filial son, you still remember your mother and me.”
“For three years, there was no news.”
“Do you know how worried mom is about you?”
“Son, you are the only thing that mom cares about in this world.”
“You come back, no matter what the storm, we will bear it together.”
“If the Chu family come again, Mom will protect you, and Mom will not be afraid of death.”
“My son, I don’t allow anyone to hurt.”
Pity the parents of the world.
Over the years, Ye Ximei no longer worried about her son’s safety all the time. I don’t know how many nights, Ye Ximei woke up crying from her dream.
Because of her sad marriage and romance, her son was caught in endless crises and whirlpools.
If you say, besides Ye Fan himself, who else knows what Ye Fan has suffered in the past ten years?
That is, his mother, Ye Ximei!
The descendant of the Chu family, the eldest son of Tianzi generation.
For some people, this is endless glory.
But for Ye Fan and their mother and son, it was a murderous disaster.
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