Often when life is not going well, Gong Hongcheng wants to meet his first love.
Thinking about it, Gong Hongcheng quickened his pace, got off the parking lot, and drove to the villa where Ye Xiaodie lived.
Gong Hongcheng avoided people's eyes and ears along the way, and after deliberately going around twice, he finally drove the car into a mid-range villa complex.
The villa where Ye Xiaodie and Ye Mingyang's mother and son live is located deep in the community. It is quiet and few people come here. It is a suitable place for a golden house to hide its beauty.
Gong Hongcheng got out of the car, strode towards the main entrance, and rang the doorbell.
The maid in charge of taking care of Ye Xiaodie opened the door, and seeing that it was Gong Hongcheng, she smiled in surprise and said, "Mr. Gong, you are finally here! Mrs. Ye has been sick for the past few days and always said that she wanted to see you." Woolen cloth."
After Gong Hongcheng heard this, he didn't show any concern in his eyes. He just nodded perfunctorily, took off his coat, looked at the beautiful woman sitting on the sofa and asked, "Why are you sick again? I usually let you You must take care of yourself, why don¡¯t you always listen.¡±
The beautiful woman on the sofa turned her head. She was slender and well-maintained. She had a very gentle appearance. Apart from her pale complexion, she couldn't pick out any other shortcomings.
Especially her pair of peach blossom eyes that flowed with brilliance, compared with her son Ye Mingyang, was a little more gentle.
The moment Ye Xiaodie saw Gong Hongcheng, her eyes lit up immediately, then she stood up staggeringly, and reached out to take the coat he took off: "I'm old, I'll still get sick even if I pay attention, let you worry about it." ,sorry."
"It's rare to come here, why don't you serve me a cup of tea? Although your body is weak, you shouldn't be unable to make tea, right?" Gong Hongcheng glanced at Ye Xiaodie, then walked to the sofa and sat down heavily.
"Of course not. I'm going to make tea for you right now." Enduring the discomfort from her body, Ye Xiaodie waved her hand to signal the maid not to say anything, and go make tea for Gong Hongcheng as soon as possible. , brought snacks.
Compared to a maid, Ye Xiaodie is actually more like Gong Hongcheng's servant.
After she brought the tea, she couldn't rest, but she had to stand beside Gong Hongcheng and continue to serve him. As long as Gong Hongcheng asked, she would immediately deliver what he needed.
Ye Mingyang walked down the stairs lightly, and just happened to see this scene.
For a moment, Ye Mingyang clenched his fist tightly.
For so many years, in order to please Gong Hongcheng, his mother has always been so cautious and humble, and never dared to give birth to the slightest thought of presumptuousness.
He knew that what his mother wanted was just an identity, an identity that the world could recognize, not even being a lover and following Gong Hongcheng's side all the time.
Because of this status, his mother is cautious, even if she is seriously ill, she still has to serve Gong Hongcheng like a servant.
How humble and humiliating this is, let Ye Mingyang look at it, it's not worth it for his mother.
Gong Hongcheng has long been accustomed to Ye Xiaodie's service, he glanced at Ye Xiaodie, smiled and said: "Xiaodie, I came here today to tell you good news."
Ye Xiaodie's eyes suddenly glowed with anticipation: "Hongcheng, you, are you finally willing to give me and Yangyang an identity? Yangyang is not young anymore, and he needs your father to support him" (Note Website website: www.hlnovel.com