Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

No matter if Xiao Yishu does not open the forest, he will be favored by Mr. Ye.

In the evening, the red gizzards on Xiao Yishu's body slowly disappeared. After repeated assurances from the doctor, he returned to the villa with two.

Xiao Yishu was in a particularly low mood, and Xueer stayed with her, but forgot to go back to the hotel to get Lan Yu's things.

In the study on the second floor, Ye Muyun sat quietly, with a cigarette in one hand and a file bag on the table in the other.

These were found in the GM Hotel. He looked through it and found that there was nothing important in it. There was only a sketchbook, except for Yishu and Cher, and sometimes the two of them painted together.

Ye Muyun gently stroked the lines. He didn't know how to paint, but he could feel that the people who painted these paintings were full of emotions for the people in the paintings.

Lan Yu loves Cher, but she doesn't know.

She didn't know, maybe it was Ye Muyun's luck.

He didn't dare to think, if Lan Yu expressed earlier, would she be able to stand in front of him and call his brother now, or would she really be beside Lan Yu as a happy little wife like before.

For a deep man like Lan Yu, as long as he wants to give it, he will definitely make her happy.

Ye Muyun's slender fingers gently closed the sketchbook and closed his eyes slightly—

A silent opponent!

But it is everywhere.

He dialed Gu Ze, his tone was light, but depressed and heavy, "You go to New York in person and find Lan Yu's previous residence, no matter what the cost, bring back everything about Lan Ting and Cher. "

Gu Ze was silent for a while and nodded: "Okay!"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Muyun slowly leaned on the back of the chair behind him, smoking a cigarette quietly.

He absolutely did not allow her and Lan Yu to live together for the five years, nor did he allow Lan Yu to affect their future.

His fingers are on his forehead, and he has some headaches... Xueer arranged it well, but what about Yishu?

This child always thought he was Lan Yu's child, five years old, enough to understand many things.

How should he let Yishu know that he is a real father?

Ye Muyun sat alone in the study for two hours.

When I went out, I saw Cher at the entrance of the study.

He looked behind her and smiled lightly: "Where is Xiao Yishu?"

"Fell asleep!" Xue'er pursed her mouth and looked at him: "She refuses to be a girl, she refuses to wear a skirt, it makes a lot of trouble."

Her eyes looked at him shiningly, asking for it.

Ye Muyun looked at the sky and walked downstairs. She naturally followed him.

"You mean to let her wear boy's clothes back? Be raised as a boy?" Ye Muyun walked halfway to the middle, and suddenly stood still, looking sideways at her.

Xue'er bit her lip and hummed softly: "This has to be cushioned."

After speaking, he found his eyes burning.

She has no face to continue begging.

Ye Muyun smiled, "I don't know what you thought with Lan Yu before, and Lan Yu just forget it, but you...Is it because Yishu was not born to you, so you just let it go, and Lan Yu decides many things?"

Xue'er opened her eyes wide and bit her lip: "No!"

"No? But you haven't even figured out whether Yishu is a boy or a girl. In the past few years, is she your child or a toy?"

Under his reprimand, Xue'er lowered her head, like a pupil.