"Let's go back. It's rare for you to get together." Zhong Yunshang took Dafeng and was about to stand up to leave. Li Hetai also stood up and said that there were still important things to deal with.

Xia Youxin saw that he couldn't keep anyone, so he sent him to the door himself.

"Come over and play with me when you have time. I'm quite lonely." Xia Youxin smiled and waved her hand. Dafeng stood awkwardly behind Li Hetai and didn't look at Xia Youxin.

Li Hetai was hesitating whether to let Zhong Yunshang go to Li's house, when Zhong Yunshang's phone rang.

Zhong Yunshang smiled and told Li Hetai that he had something to do and asked them to leave first. He watched Dafeng and Li Hetai leave before Zhong Yunshang answered the phone.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Zhong Yunshang didn't understand why Yue Mulan called her at this time.

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Do you know where your father is? It's been three days since the New Year, and I haven't seen him." Yue Mulan's voice on the other end of the phone concealed anger. What could be better than a reunion during the New Year?

Want to be older? She has been increasingly unable to understand Zhong Yuquan recently.

Zhong Yunshang remembered her last phone call with Zhong Yuquan and guessed that her father must be avoiding her. She didn't want her parents to quarrel, so Zhong Yunshang had to lie.

"Mom, dad must be busy with official duties." Zhong Yunshang thought for a while and thought it would be better to go back and stay with her mother. With the help of several other people, Xia Youxin's matter will surely come to light in a short time. But since dad is not here, mom is just alone.

Zhong Yunshang looked a little dissatisfied with his father.

Xia Youxin thought of Ye Qianmo standing outside for a long time just now, and felt distressed as she took Ye Qianmo's big hand and covered it with her warm little hand.

Ye Qianmo's hands were very cold, probably because he stood outside for a long time.

There was no way to go on like this. Xia Youxin remembered that when she was very young, her adoptive parents were busy taking care of Mo Xiaonong because they had three children. Her hands were red and swollen from the cold in winter, so Mo Xiaojun put boiling water in a cup to keep her warm.

"Wait for me for a while." Xia Youxin let go of Ye Qianmo's hand and walked to the kitchen to boil water.

The moment Xia Youxin let go of her hand, Ye Qianmo felt a sense of loss. Seeing Xia Youxin's hurried figure, Ye Qianmo walked over distressedly and wanted Xia Youxin to rest.

Before Ye Qianmo could speak, Xia Youxin held the water glass in both hands and handed it to Ye Qianmo, "If you hold this glass of water, your hands will not be so cold. This is not home." Xia Youxin said softly.

It was like a feather, gently brushing against Ye Qianmo's heart, and the grass in his heart suddenly bloomed with flowers. Ye Qianmo felt that this was the warmest time in his life.

Ye Qianmo looked at Xia Youxin's mouth opening and closing. Wouldn't it be in vain if he didn't taste such an obvious invitation? He put the water glass on the table next to him, pulled Xia Youxin over and kissed her soft and sweet lips. One day

Although I miss you so much, it’s better not to waste this wonderful spring time.

"Mo, it's daytime now." Xia Youxin twisted her body slightly. It was no different during the Chinese New Year. She didn't know who would come here. This place is no better than his villa. It would be bad if others saw it. Even if Xia Youxin

She has been his woman for a long time, and she is still very embarrassed that he wants to be intimate with her during the day.

"Baby, I miss you." Ye Qianmo kissed her with all his heart, wanting to rub her into his bones.

Ye Qianmo missed Xia Youxin so much that his heart ached. He kept suppressing it and refused to see her. He could not save his beloved woman. Prince Ye felt guilty all the time.

"Mo, I miss you too."

...After a brief period of intimacy, there was a reluctant separation. The next time Xia Youxin and Ye Qianmo met, it was in court.

The quiet court looked solemn and solemn. The presiding judge, a fifty-year-old man, looked at everyone very seriously.

The suffocating atmosphere made people dare not breathe loudly, and they all waited quietly.
Chapter completed!