Ye Fei'er smiled and stopped refusing.

Su Lei's accidental appearance disturbed Ye Fei'er's upset mood.

Half a year later, City F... Beach...

Many young people surrounded Ye Fei'er.

Ye Feier tied her long soft hair into a ponytail, wore a cotton loose T-shirt and beach shorts, which were refreshing.

From time to time, I looked at a couple two steps away, and the pen in my hand was making the final trim for a small portrait on the drawing board in front of me.

When the last stroke is lifted up perfectly, the sand on the portrait is blown away, revealing a fresh and lovely smile.

The girl took the portrait and loved it so much that she couldn't let it go. In the end, she handed the small portrait in her hand to her boyfriend, "It must be saved well."

The boy answered happily and smiled at Ye Fei'er and said, "Thank you, Fei'er."

Ye Feier stuffed twenty yuan into her waist bag, and a sunny smile on her little face.

She sat next to her. When she saw the young and beautiful girl coming, she immediately lost the dye she was playing with and screamed in her hands.

Ye Fei'er pinched his chubby little face and cursed with a smile: "Hey, Xiaohan, be reserved."

The little guy opened his mother's face in dissatisfaction and continued to look at the beauty.

Ye Fei'er felt more and more that this kid had the potential of his father's pervert.

Although she hated Long Yunfei to death, she would rather her son be like his father than be abused as badly as she was abused.

To abuse others is always more powerful than to be abused by yourself.

Another girl squeezed into Ye Fei'er and touched Xiao Han's cute pink face, "Fi'er, when can I draw a pair for me?"

Ye Fei'er looked at the sky and then looked at the time on her phone, "Tomorrow, it's too late today."

"Okay, then you must draw for me tomorrow." The girl was so happy that she narrowed her eyes into a slit when she saw her agreeing.

"Sure." Ye Fei'er put away the easel, hung it on the bicycle beside her, carried Xiao Han, who was drooling when she saw the beauty, and waved goodbye to the group of young people.

Passing by a fruit shop, I crossed my legs on the ground and braked, "Aunt Feng, three pounds of oranges."

The owner of the fruit shop had a smile on his face and handed over a pack of big red oranges, "Fei'er, have you bought oranges for Grandpa Su again?"

Ye Fei'er handed the money and put the oranges in the small basket in front of the bicycle. "Yes, two days ago, Grandpa Su said that the oranges are the best now, so let's buy more during this season." He raised his hand, made a goodbye, and walked away on the bicycle.

The proprietress looked at her slim back, "What a great girl, why is life so miserable? She is alone with her children."

Ye Fei'er walked around a street on his bicycle and stopped in front of two open antique carved doors.

Push the bicycle into the cottage next to it, and came out with oranges in the carved door, "Grandpa, I'm back and bought your favorite red oranges."

The old man who was burying his head to check out an antique raised his head, took off his reading glasses, and smiled and said, "Fei'er, I'm late today, so the business must be good."

Ye Fei'er raised her white little face, "Well, today is a small profit." She put the orange on Grandpa Su's table and put Xiaohan in the stroller.

"Have you ever been fed Xiaohan?"

"I just fed it." Ye Fei'er took the rag to wipe the antiques on the strange shelves.
Chapter completed!