Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

Speaking of this, Cheng Ye had an expression of being completely helpless with Jiang You.

There was a smile in his eyes, and his eyes were empty, as if he had returned to the good old days.

"Did you know? When He Yunting was a child, he looked very special and lovable. He completely inherited the advantages of his parents. His small face was chubby and fair. Anyone who saw it would like it.

But this little guy's temper is not flattering.

It is extremely fierce and can be very noisy, it is simply a little devil.

The kind that goes to the sky and goes to the earth, and does everything.

The nanny and Ben couldn't see him.

I heard from Jiang You that at home, He Yunting only listened to her, and even He Junshan couldn't speak well, so he would throw his face away when he said it.

But he is very friendly to me.

Maybe it's because every time I go, I prepare a lot of stories and tell them to him.

Jiang You said, her son and I are considered to be close friends.

Time flies.

On the morning of He Yunting's 4th birthday, I called He's family.

The night before, my father suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and had a stroke and was admitted to the hospital. I had to politely decline the He family's invitation.

Because I agreed to him, but failed to make the appointment, He Yunting was furious.

Not only did he drop the phone, but he also swore never to talk to me again.

At that time, Jiang You also said that she would go to the hospital to see my dad, and I said that I would let her come when my dad was in better condition.

She also said that someone at home sent me my favorite mango, and asked me to pick it up when I was free, otherwise He Yunting would eat it all.

At that time, I also heard He Yunting on the other end of the phone, facing the receiver, calling me a bad uncle, saying that I don't mean anything, that I am a liar, and that liars can't eat mangoes. "

Speaking of this, Cheng Ye choked up, and a crystal tear slipped silently from the corner of his eye.

Qiao Yi felt as if a boulder was pressing on his heart and he couldn't breathe.

"and after?"

"later?"

Cheng also showed an expression of grief that could not be described in words.

"It's been more than a month since I finished my work on my dad's side.

Every time before going to He's house, as usual, I will call Jiang You first to ask her, and I will go there when she has time.

This time, the call was answered by a servant.

He hesitated and couldn't say a word, only said that my wife was busy and wouldn't let me come. I asked the servant to ask He Yunting to answer the phone, but there was no reply there.

So, I became suspicious.

He didn't listen to the servant and went directly to He's house. "

Cheng Ye suddenly fell silent.

He bit his lip, an unspeakable emotion was suppressed by him forcefully, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

A suffocating sense of oppression made Joe unable to breathe.

The hands hidden under the table were tightly clenched into fists.

dead right?

Jiang You is dead?

Cheng Ye's eyes were red, his expression suddenly became extremely ferocious, and he said in a word: "She died, she died at He Yunting's 4th birthday party."

With a snap, something snapped in Joe's mind.

An indescribable sense of powerlessness swept over her senses instantly.

4 years old!

How should a 4-year-old child bear the pain of losing his mother.

What should he do when his birthday becomes his death day?

How should he face it?

How sad should he be?

No wonder his life was dark.

It turned out that when he was 4 years old, he closed the door to this world with his own hands.

He trapped himself in a dark room with copper walls and iron walls, licking his wounds alone, missing the person who would never come back...