"If you stay out for the night, call your grandpa and tell him."

Ye Hehuan couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly after hearing these words. If she called home and the old man inquired more about her, it would be weird if she didn't cheat on her.

"Uncle..." She clasped her hands together and looked at Yu Zhongxiao sadly.

The street lights cast bright stars in those cunning cat eyes, and the delicate eyebrows were lightly furrowed, as if to say - 'Please, please, don't force me to make a phone call'.

Qin Shousheng then interceded for her: "Uncle, my mother has prepared a guest room and supper for Huanhuan."

"I will go back when the injury on my face is better tomorrow," Ye Hehuan said.

Yu Zhongxiao looked across the SUV at the two young children singing in front of him, especially at Ye He's flattering and aggrieved eyes. His Adam's apple twitched and he said, "Pay attention to yourself." He stopped and pulled out the driver's seat.

door and get in the car.

Ye Hehuan and Qin Shousheng looked at each other, did this mean they agreed?

Walking around the front of the car, Ye Hehuan knocked on the driver's window. Yu Zhongxiao lowered the window and looked out: "Is there anything else?"

"I'll just take that bag of food, uncle?" She discussed with him with a smile.

"Um."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Ye Hehuan smiled brightly, opened the back seat door, bent over, and took out the big bag of things.

Qin Shousheng had already come over to take it, frowning and complaining: "Why is it so heavy..."

"There's so much nonsense." Ye Hehuan kicked him and walked to the driver's seat: "Uncle, please drive carefully when it's snowing."

Yu Zhongxiao looked at her with a deep look, nodded in response, and the car window slowly rose in front of her.

…

When the Wrangler with its rear yellow lights flashing disappeared around the corner, Ye Hehuan looked away and pushed Qin Shousheng: "I'm freezing to death if I don't get in the car yet."

"Damn it, who was the person who couldn't get into the car just now?!" Qin Shousheng muttered, rubbing his frozen hands.

Seeing the pair of cat eyes staring at him, he raised his hands in surrender: "I'm afraid of your aunt, so don't wait any longer. My mother is still waiting to cook Yuanxiao for you."

Qin Shousheng drives his father's imported Audi q7.

Ye Hehuan touched the leather chair and sighed: "You rich man, you are extravagant. In the future, your family will have no heirs. I will sacrifice my son and become your adopted son."

"Thank you for thinking about me so much. Thank you to the whole family."

Ye Hehuan rolled his eyes at him and pulled the bag of snacks. He was so hungry that he wanted to eat some potato chips, but he found a lot of toiletries in the bag.

For a moment, her brain couldn't turn around.

Some sudden ideas popped up, but they were quickly rejected by her, but she really couldn't imagine the use of these toothbrush towels...

Qin Shousheng glanced at the toothpaste in her hand: "I don't have these at home, why waste money on buying them?"

He reached out and grabbed the toothpaste while Ye Hehuan wasn't paying attention. He glanced at it while driving: "Black toothpaste?"

"Give it back to me!" The next moment, the toothpaste was taken back again.

"If it's not just a stick of toothpaste, why are you so mean?"

Ye Hehuan put the toothpaste back into the bag, pursed his lips, and said seriously: "I bought it and took it back to Vancouver, can't I?"

"Okay, why not?"

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Qin Shousheng's mother is a woman with a gentle personality.

She and Han Minjing had been friends for many years, and later married into the Qin family. The Ye and Qin families had business contacts. Especially after Han Minjing went crazy, she treated Ye Hehuan even more cordially.

"What's going on? Why is her face swollen like this? It still smells like gasoline." Qin's mother pulled Ye Hehuan to look up and down, and exclaimed when she saw the injury on her face.

Ye Hehuan touched the left side of his face, grinned in pain, and smiled: "The road was slippery, I accidentally knocked over the gasoline barrel and fell, face down."

Qin's mother hurriedly asked the nanny to bring out the drinking wine.

"Mom, please make her a midnight snack first. She hasn't had dinner yet." Qin Shousheng sat down next to Ye Hehuan and urged Qin's mother to go to the kitchen.

After Qin's mother left, Ye Hehuan sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to eat the pastries that Qin's mother had just brought over.

"All these clothes belong to your uncle?"

Qin Shousheng looked at the black coat on her body. When it was worn on Ye Hehuan, it was like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

She hummed vaguely.

"Tsk, why do I feel that your uncle doesn't seem to like me very much." He touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

"You think you are RMB and everyone likes you."

"That's not what I mean." Qin Shousheng leaned over and said mischievously: "I'll analyze it for you. I think the way he looks at you is a bit weird."

Ye Hehuan curled his lips: "Can you not blame me? He is grabbing my pigtails. My life and death depend on his words."

Qin Shousheng nodded, his doubts faded away, and he leaned on the back of the sofa with his arms folded: "Then what does he say now? He wants to tell his family about you?"

"It shouldn't be possible for the time being, but it's not reliable, so," Ye Hehuan turned sideways and pointed at the embarrassment on his body: "In order for him not to tell, you don't know how much sacrifice I have made.

, after all, he and I have shared the same sorrows now, and it would be too unjust to tell him about it."

Over there, Qin's mother came out with a bowl of Yuanxiao.

Ye Hehuan smelled the fragrance and his stomach growled. He threw away the pillow and patted his thigh: "Xiao*, go and bring it to the Ai family."

…

After eating supper, Ye Hehuan returned to the guest room. Qin's mother brought her a set of pajamas of her own to wear, as well as brand-new underwear.

When the hot water from the shower head was spilled, the entire shower room was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline.

Ye Hehuan was so stifled by the smoke that he rubbed his hair five or six times with shampoo and used up half of the bottle of shower gel before giving up after making sure the smell was gone.

I wrapped a bath towel and rubbed it on my *.

When she was lifting the quilt, she caught sight of a shopping bag placed on the TV cabinet from the corner of her eye. She paused and turned her head to look over.

The words "Wuzhou Convenience Store" burst into her sight.

Mother Qin should have helped her carry it in.

Lying in the soft quilt, Ye Hehuan could not sleep, tossing and turning, thinking about what happened at the gas station tonight.

I wonder if those gangsters were taken away by the police...

The look that Yu Zhongxiao cast on her before driving away always appeared in her mind from time to time. Ye Hehuan recalled that he didn't seem to have had dinner, and his back shoulder blades were injured, as well as the things in the shopping bag.

Toiletries... She took her mobile phone from the bedside table and clicked on the call log icon.

An unknown number was lying there quietly with missed calls.

Staring at the eleven digits for a long time, she pressed twice on her phone, switched to 'New Contact', entered the words uncle, and pressed the OK button.

I threw away my phone, turned over and lay on my bed and closed my eyes. After a while, I suddenly sat up.

She opened the address book, scrolled down bit by bit, and found 'Uncle' at the end. It looked abrupt and weird next to her friend's name.

After thinking about it, she changed 'little uncle' into one word - [him].

"It still seems a little strange..."

She murmured lowly and went to look through the call history. Sure enough, it was imaginative, and she quickly edited the contact.

Finally, Yu Zhongxiao became ‘that who’ in her address book.

Is the head office ready now?!

Ye Hehuan lay on the bed with satisfaction, arms and legs spread wide, but after a while, he took the phone over again.

Someone was injured trying to save her, so it should be normal to send a text message to express concern, right?

Lying on the pillow, with her legs crossed, her thin white fingers moved skillfully on the keyboard, and she composed a text message.

[Uncle, have you rested? I am Ye Hehuan. 】

After pressing the send button, she began to regret again. It was almost early in the morning. If he had already fallen asleep, wouldn't she have woken him up again?

Staring at the darkened screen, fifteen minutes passed with no reply.

Did he really fall asleep?

Ye Hehuan put the phone back on the front desk, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and closed his eyes, but his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, not feeling sleepy at all. From time to time, she looked sideways at her phone. She hoped it would vibrate, but she was a little afraid that it would vibrate.

A very contradictory mentality.

I don't know how long it took, but when she was drowsy, her phone buzzed and vibrated, and the screen's fluorescent light illuminated the corner of her head.

Ye Hehuan leaned forward and took her phone to her. An unread text message appeared on the screen. She clicked on it and it was from Yu Zhongxiao.

[I was just taking a shower, what happened?]

She looked at his reply and thought that if this sentence came out of his mouth, it should be in a low and gentle voice.
To be continued...