Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four: You Local Tyrant You Are Willful
Zhu Fangqin asked curiously: "You said there is something wrong with her brain. What did she do to make the An family not want to admit her?"
Ye Lishu hesitated for a moment, looking embarrassed.
"Hmph, isn't it just because of a mental illness that I killed someone?" When Ye Lishu was still pretending to hesitate whether to say it, Ye Qing had already said it for her.
Ye Qing had already known about An Zhisu's events five years ago through Yang Xi. This would be in front of the Ye family, and of course he would not cover it up for her.
hiss……
Zhu Fangqin's face changed when she heard this, and she took a breath: "Have you hit or killed someone before? Or is it because of mental illness? Lishu, does the An family have a history of mental illness?"
"No, no." Ye Lishu quickly shook her head and waved her hands: "The An family has no history of mental illness. An Zhisu's mental illness was caused by stimulation, not hereditary."
Hearing this, Zhu Fangqin breathed a sigh of relief for Ye Lishu: "That's good. I've long heard that people with mental illness are scary, but I didn't expect it to be so scary. Fortunately, you don't live together, otherwise you and Ting Nuan would be in great danger."
Grandma Ye snorted coldly: "With such a daughter, it's no wonder that Boyuan doesn't recognize her. If it were our Ye family, I would have removed her from the family long ago. It's embarrassing."
"Hey, she is also a poor child. I always want to love her as my biological daughter, but she resents me too much, and her relationship with Tingnuan is not good. I don't dare to provoke her, for fear of irritating her again."
Ye Lishu said with difficulty.
"You are just too soft-hearted, and she is not your biological child. Why do you love her? Besides, she doesn't appreciate your kindness." Zhu Fangqin rolled her eyes at Ye Lishu and advised her not to be too kind.
Ye Lishu was helpless: "Yes, she is a white-eyed wolf who is not familiar with her. Not to mention to me, she is like this to her own father. Otherwise, can she blow the pillow next to Xia Jingze and make Young Master Ye terminate the cooperation with Anshi?"
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Ye Lishu again secretly started to engender hatred for An Zhisu in front of Ye Qing.
Sure enough, Ye Qing's anger burned up again, her eyes were glaring: "Jingze must have been deceived by her, I must expose her in front of Jingze. This hateful bitch, she can't get involved with Jingze."
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"Qingqing, don't be angry, don't be angry. What kind of family is the Xia family? It's impossible for them to accept a mentally ill person as their daughter-in-law. It's impossible for Xia Jingze to marry her. I think the best he can do is play with her."
Zhu Fangqin quickly comforted her daughter.
Ye Qing was not comforted and said angrily: "It's not allowed to play for fun. I don't allow him to have affairs with other women. I like him so much, and he is not allowed to like others. Grandma, please help me, brother, I don't want the scene."
Ze makes movies with other women. Woo hoo hoo..."
At the end of the story, Ye Qing started crying again, and her voice became hoarse from crying.
Grandma Ye felt very distressed and said quickly: "Okay, okay, grandma will tell you for you. Grandma will tell you tomorrow. Qingqing, be good, stop crying. It won't look good if your eyes are swollen from crying."
When Ye Qing heard that Grandma Ye was willing to go find Ye Lancheng for her, she cried a little less.
Ye Hong looked at this scene and sighed in his heart. How could anyone be so easy to talk to? His grandson's indifferent and indifferent temperament could not be manipulated by them.
Ye Lishu sneered inwardly.
An Zhisu, An Zhisu, if you offend Ye Qing, let's see what good things you get. Don't think that by being with Xia Jingze, you can sit back and relax.
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Lantingju.
When Ye Lancheng came back covered in cold weather, he saw his little wife nestled on the sofa in the living room, staring intently at the large TV screen, which was playing a fashion show from a fashion week.
Ye Lancheng's steps involuntarily became lighter, and he stood at the entrance. He bent down to open the shoe cabinet, took out his pair of slippers and put them on. However, his little wife didn't notice yet, and was eating while watching the fashion show.
Holding the potato chips, they made a clicking sound.
The anger Ye Lancheng brought back from the Ye family's old house also dropped after seeing his young wife. He unbuttoned his suit and walked inside.
An Zhisu didn't realize Ye Lancheng was back until he was about to walk into the living room. Then he stood up and walked towards him: "Are you busy today? You came back so late."
When he asked, he also reached out to take the suit he took off, ready to hang it up for him.
"No more." Ye Lancheng avoided her hand and raised his right hand. His suit jacket was accurately covered on the trash can, and half of his clothes were in the trash can.
An Zhisu:......
Rich man, I know you are rich, but is it too wasteful to just throw away a high-end suit that costs tens of thousands?
"Why do you want to throw them away?" An Zhisu looked at the clothes in the trash can with pity and his heart ached.
"Dirty." Ye Lancheng said indifferently.
An Zhisu was speechless: "If it's dirty, just wash it and it'll be fine. If you throw away your suit jacket, you won't have anything to match your suit trousers. It's like a waste of clothes."
"No." Ye Lancheng said, "My trousers are versatile."
An Zhisu:......
Okay, okay, you are rich, you are rich, you are willful.
An Zhisu knelt down and no longer felt sorry for him.
"Have you cooked?" Ye Lancheng smelled the aroma of rice, raised his eyebrows, and asked curiously.
"Uh..." An Zhisu scratched his hair in embarrassment: "The meal is ready, but the dishes are still in the form of raw materials in the refrigerator."
Ye Lancheng:......
Sure enough, he was overthinking it. For his little wife, it was already a big improvement if she could cook rice well.
An Zhisu was a little embarrassed. It wasn't that she didn't want to cook, but that she really didn't know how to cook. If Ye Lancheng's kitchen was burned down, then they would have to eat takeout.
"Okay, I don't expect you to cook. If you want to eat something, go and wash the dishes. I'll go change clothes." Ye Lancheng flicked his wife on the forehead with his finger and asked her to wash the dishes politely.
An Zhisu touched his forehead and ran to wash the vegetables obediently.
A faint smile flashed across Ye Lancheng's lips, and he turned and went upstairs.
An Zhisu went into the kitchen, quickly took out a few dishes from the kitchen, and started washing the dishes while humming a little tune.
Although there is no live-in maid in Lanting Residence, a maid comes every other day to clean the house, deliver laundry, and replenish the food in the refrigerator. The couple also goes to the supermarket to do shopping when they have time, so there is no need for food in the refrigerator.
Lack of fresh ingredients.
When Ye Lancheng came in wearing a pair of casual home clothes, An Zhisu had just washed the ingredients. Seeing him coming, he asked a little proudly: "Wash it quickly, I've even done the onions, ginger, and garlic."
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"Yeah, awesome." Ye Lancheng praised her with a slight smile.
An Zhisu was even more proud. He pulled the apron over and tied it for him, and said: "I'm not boasting. I used to help my grandma wash vegetables. Basically, except for cooking, I can do everything else. Hey you
Keep your head low, it's so high and I can't reach it."
Ye Lancheng allowed her to boast without criticizing her, and even lowered his noble head obediently. An Zhisu put an apron on him, couldn't help but play tricks, touched a handful of his short hair, and then quickly took it
When I opened my hand, it felt like I had stolen a handful of tiger hairs, it felt so good!