The world is broken, the cubs mend it

"Tell me what you did outside?"

Father Ye looked at the child with indifferent eyes, and the little guy also looked at him straight.

He could no longer remember clearly what his son looked like when he was young, but as he looked at the child, the memory gradually became clear to him.

"First of all, I really don't know what's going on. It's just like what I said the day before yesterday. Secondly, I really didn't lie."

Ye Huaixu had already described the scene he encountered with the children very clearly at the family dinner that day, and their doubts were exactly the same as his own.

"You don't know? Don't you know what you did? Have I ever taught you to be honest and upright in your conduct?"

"I'm already above board."

He has never done anything unorthodox since he was a child, and he has never been secretive about his actions, so how can he be open and aboveboard?

"Then what is this?"

Ye's father's words were directed at the child. If he was truly upright, he should have brought the child back earlier.

Whether the other party wants money or something else, you can negotiate it first.

Now the child comes directly to the door, and if the news gets out, how will others view him?

"I've already told you that the child only found me two days ago, and she can't remember anything that happened before that."

Ye Huaixu also wanted to defend himself, but the baby was his after all, so how could he defend himself?

"It's fine if the child can't remember it, but you..." Old Master Ye looked at him, as if he found it difficult to speak: "What did you do yourself that you can't remember it?"

"I don't remember. I think I'm innocent."

"What do you think? Tell others what you said and see who will believe it."

Ye Huaixu was silent for a while, then uttered the golden words of a scumbag: "I have said everything I should say. If you don't believe me, then I can't do anything about it."

"you……"

"Forget it, it's already like this, calm down, arguing won't solve anything."

Before Ye's father could get angry, Ye's mother raised her hand and patted his chest to calm him down.

"Huai Xu, your father and I are having dinner here tonight. Take the chef to the kitchen and have a look. We can talk about anything in the evening."

Ye Huaixu understood the hint in his mother's eyes and went to the kitchen with the cook who came from the Ye family.

Mr. Ye loves Huai cuisine, and the dishes he cooks are not to his liking.

He left quickly, so Ye's father had to give up. After his anger gradually subsided, he gave up the idea of ​​arguing with him.

Arguing won't solve any problems.

The child on the sofa opposite suddenly slid down from the sofa, picked up the orange on the table, raised his eyes and looked at Ye's father curiously.

Yuanyuan looked back and saw that her father seemed to be still in the kitchen, so she walked to Ye's father with the orange in her hand, hesitated for a while, and then stuffed the orange into his hand.

"?"

Father Ye held the orange in his hand and looked at the child in front of him, with complicated emotions in his heart.

Adult matters cannot be blamed on children, but this matter has not been sorted out yet.

He didn't hate the child, but at least for now, he didn't want to get close to the child, otherwise he would be less powerful in front of his son.

So he put the orange back on the coffee table, snorted coldly and looked away.

"?"

Yuanyuan looked at him, then at the oranges on the plate, then walked up to him, picked up the oranges and put them in his hand.

The old man doesn't seem to have any love for others and he won't even peel oranges for the children.

"?"

Father Ye held the orange in his hand. Did he have to eat this orange today?

Even at such a young age, he still knows how to use such tricks to please others, but unfortunately he doesn't fall for it.

When he wanted to put the orange back again, Ye's mother pushed him and said, "It's a token of my child's kindness."

We don't know who the child's mother is, and it would be bad if the news got out without any name or status.

But the child is still young and doesn't understand anything. Her son has been urging her to get married for so many years but to no avail. Now she finally has a granddaughter, and her heart is at peace. Such a big family business has someone to inherit.

Father Ye had no choice but to take his hand back. He looked around, sighed, and peeled the orange in his hand.

The little guy stared at his hand intently, and when he peeled the orange, he looked at him with his bright eyes: "Thank you, Grandpa." Then he reached out to take the peeled orange in his hand.

"?"

Father Ye looked at her in surprise and tightened his grip on the orange. After all this time, wasn’t this for him to eat?

"?"

Yuanyuan saw his grip tighten and tried to pry his fingers apart.

She was too weak to pry it open, so she slapped her father's hand loudly with her little hand.

"Grandpa, don't crush the oranges."

"You hit me?"

Father Ye loosened his grip a little bit, and the little guy immediately took out the orange and started eating it while sitting opposite him.

Looking at his empty palms, he felt sad, as if the children in South Village were bullying him because he was old and weak.

Is this the rebellious grandson born to him by his rebellious son?

"No, I don't hit anyone."

Yuanyuan shook her head and smiled cutely at him.

She just wanted to eat an orange.

"Humph!"

Father Ye snorted coldly, and his already not-so-good mood became even worse.

Yuanyuan looked at her grandparents sitting opposite her, thought for a moment, ran to Ye's mother, peeled an orange, stood on tiptoe and put it to her mouth: "Grandma, eat an orange."

"Okay, thank you Yuanyuan."

Mother Ye stroked her head lovingly, lowered her head slightly to eat the orange handed to her by the child, then picked up the child and placed her on her lap.

Seeing that the child was still wearing the clothes he bought that day, he couldn't help but blame his son for being careless and not knowing how to buy new clothes for the child.

Have someone buy it and send it over tomorrow. The little girl should dress up beautifully.

"Grandpa eats it too."

Yuanyuan was equally happy and peeled a petal for Father Ye. She sat on her grandmother's lap and could just reach out and bring the orange to his mouth.

"..."

Father Ye turned his head away. He could have eaten the whole orange, but now he was only given one slice and he refused to eat it.

He underestimated his granddaughter's patience, and she pushed his shoulder again with her little hand holding an orange.

"I……"

Father Ye was a little impatient. He turned around and started talking, and the orange was stuffed directly into his mouth.

He chewed it twice subconsciously. The orange was very sweet, but it was a little warm because the child held it for too long.

"Grandpa, oranges are delicious."

Yuanyuan peeled another orange and put it into her mouth. The orange was sweet, not sour at all.

"It's delicious. Eat more."

Father Ye straightened up and straightened his suit, then picked up the unfinished book by Ye Huaixu on the table to pass the time.

It is a famous foreign book that has not been translated into Chinese, and some marks have been made on it.

The little girl next to him poked her head to look at him. The strange symbols on the paper made her feel dizzy.

"Grandpa, does this look good?"

"you guess?"

Father Ye tilted his head and a hint of kindness could be seen in his eyes, and his tone softened slightly.

The little guy suddenly put his hand on his leg, and moved from his grandmother's arms to his arms. He flipped through a few pages of the book with his hands and shook his head: "It's not good."

"Is it because I can't understand it or it's because it doesn't look good?"

The chubby child sat on my lap, and looking from above I could only see his slightly chubby cheeks.

Father Ye couldn't help but raised his hand and poked him. It was okay. He looked like someone from their Ye family.