The Villainess is Three and a Half Years Old

Ye Qinghe sent a message to Shen Zhou in advance, and by the time their family passed by, the house had already been tidy up, and there were a few home-cooked dishes on the table before the pot came out, and it was still steaming.

Ye Ya was already hungry, and politely greeted the two brothers as usual, and her eyes were fixed on the big white steamed buns and did not move at all.

Her eager gaze made Shen Zhou laugh dumbly, "Let's eat first." After speaking, he looked at Ye Linchuan, "Uncle didn't eat either, I don't know your taste, so I just made some, and I don't know if it suits you or not. appetite."

Ye Linchuan looked over.

How can I make something casually, with meat and vegetables, soup and fruit, this table must have cost my brothers two and a half months of living expenses.

His eyes flickered, his expression unintelligible.

"Dad, you sit here." Ye Qinghe opened a chair.

"Eat first." Ye Linchuan didn't have any appetite to eat, so he walked outside the balcony and lit a cigarette, his back showing the vicissitudes of life.

Ye Qinghe knew that the change in the family had dealt a big blow to his father, so he didn't force it, and looked away to take care of his younger siblings for dinner. Ye Ya came to Shen Zhou and was not seen here. He should eat and drink, and he was very calm and neat. Several people were eating Zhengxiang, and Ye Qinghe suddenly noticed that the luggage bag placed at the door was a little damaged, it should be Shen Zhou's.

He put down his chopsticks and asked, "Shen Zhou, do you want to go out?"

Shen Zhou hummed in a low voice and said, "We're going to move back."

After saying this, Shen Ran's expression fell.

"You want to move back to Shijin Cave?" Ye Qinghe couldn't understand, "Why?" You don't need to think about it to know that those enemies are squatting there every day, and now they go back to give their heads.

"There can't be so many people here, besides..." Shen Zhou paused, "It's not that uncle encountered some difficulties, Shen Ran and I don't want to increase your burden."

Ye Qinghe was anxious: "What are you talking about, how could it be..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and he instantly understood the calmness in Shen Zhou's eyes.

"You, you know?"

Shen Zhou nodded lightly.

Ye Qinghe asked, "When?"

"Last time at your house."

How can there be such a good thing in the world, as soon as the funder withdraws the fund, he finds a kind person to support him and his younger brother; the funder who was beaten on the front foot arranges a new residence for him. Shen Zhou deliberately asked, whether this community is old or not, and the selling price is not low. Outsiders are eager to buy this place, but the sponsors of such a good house don't rent it out and even give them a place to live. At that time, Shen Zhou understood that it was Ye Qinghe who had been secretly helping him.

There are complicated feelings.

Grateful too.

Ye Qinghe deliberately concealed it because he was afraid of embarrassing him. If he made it clear in the past, it would embarrass the two of them, so Ye Qinghe didn't say it, and he pretended not to know. But now the situation is special, he can no longer stay here with his younger brother because of his feelings and reason, that is to cause trouble to others.

"Shen Zhou..." Ye Qinghe said with his lips, and only whispered his name for a long time.

"By the way, these are left to you." Shen Zhou took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, wrapped in five or six hundred dollars, these money might not be worth mentioning to them, but Shen Zhou was half wealthy. His ears were slightly red, and he said a little embarrassedly, "I don't really understand what the news said, but, but save it, it should be enough for you to live for a while..."

Ye Qinghe's eyes turned red.

The atmosphere at the dining table was extremely touching, and anyone who saw it would cry for the sincere brotherhood of the young people.

But-

"I'm not broke."

Ye Linchuan's icy voice suddenly interjected, and he re-stuffed the hundreds of dollars back to Shen Zhou, ignoring the other's stunned expression, "You and your brother don't have to leave." His voice was hoarse and low, and every word revealed strength, "Since I have decided to support you, I will continue to support you until you reach adulthood. This will not change."

Shen Zhou opened his mouth, but under this strong pressure, he didn't think of any words to refuse.

After deciding to live together, consider the distribution of rooms.

The house has four bedrooms and two living rooms, among which the study was changed into a utility room after the grandmother left, where the things they left behind during their lifetimes are piled up. The remaining master bedroom was empty. Shen Zhou had never been in it since he moved in, for fear of accidentally damaging the valuable things left by the previous owner. There were also two secondary bedrooms, one for him and one for his younger brother.

After some discussion, they decided to let Ye Ya sleep in the small study, Ye Linchuan in the master bedroom, and the two pairs of brothers each in a room. The master bedroom can be cleaned up today. There are a lot of things piled up in the study, and it will definitely not be cleaned up in half a day. Tonight, I can only let the three brothers and sisters go to the master bedroom temporarily to squeeze.

Everyone happily reached a consensus, and after eating, they began to clean up.

Several people have a clear division of labor. Those who wash the dishes and those who buy things do not delay anyone else. Ye Ya is still a short bean sprout. She can't do the work of washing dishes and wiping the floor. She knows this very well, so she asked her brother to take a basin of water, wet a small rag, and obediently find the table, chair and bench to wipe it.

So in such a busy figure, Ye Linchuan, who was sitting on the sofa and doing nothing, looked particularly abrupt.

"A-di, get out of the way~" Ye Ya Zhiyin ordered.

Ye Linchuan's eyes were lowered, and he saw the child crouching on the ground like a small fat ball, with two fleshy hands pulling the rag, and the five fleshy dimples on the back of the hands were clearly visible.

- She is fat.

Ye Linchuan came to a conclusion.

"Step aside."

Ye Ya thought he didn't hear it, and said it again in a long tone.

Ye Linchuan reluctantly moved his **** aside so that she could come in and wipe the table.

Ye Ya hum hum hum worked hard, her lips were all pursed, and her small expression was focused and serious. Ye Linchuan raised his eyebrows, looked around the circle, and pointed his fingertips on the table: "Here."

Ye Ya looked over and wiped it there with a small rag.

Ye Linchuan pointed again: "And this."

Ye Ya took the rag and wiped it.

This obedient appearance makes people interested: "This is not wiped clean."

"…"

Ye Ya had been wiping the table for a long time, and when she left, her arms were sore and weak. Looking at her slumped back, Ye Linchuan's depressed mood was relieved a little.

Shen Ran, who witnessed the whole process, talked to Ziyu in a low voice: "Your father is indeed a leader."

Ziyu was puzzled: "How do you say this?"

Shen Ran: "I just like to point fingers."

Ziyu suddenly realized, nodded in agreement.

Their conversation naturally did not escape Ye Linchuan's ears. Looking at the busy figures, Ye Linchuan couldn't hold his face, and suddenly felt that the sofa under his **** was not as comfortable as it used to be.

"Dad, lift your foot."

Ye Qinghe came over with a mop in his hand and motioned him to move the place.

Ye Linchuan put a half-clenched fist on his mouth and coughed softly. He suddenly got up and stretched out his hand to avoid his sight: "Give it to me."

"Ah?" Ye Qinghe didn't understand what his father meant.

"I'll drag it."

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"...let's say no." Ye Qinghe frowned, this was simply embarrassing him.

My father is a standard second-generation rich man. He has never worked hard since he was born. He usually doesn't even bother to drive a sweeping robot. Now it's too embarrassing for him to do housework.

"Give it to me." Ye Linchuan repeated again.

Ye Qinghe took a deep breath, handed the mop to his hand, and warned, "Don't force it."

Ye Linchuan hummed softly, looking down on who.

He rolled up his sleeves and picked up the mop instead of Ye Qinghe's job. Ye Linchuan had never done any of these things. Even when he was in school, his younger brother helped him. After taking over the company, he didn't do any housework. Yu Yan used to say that even if the soy sauce bottle fell down in front of his eyes, he would be too lazy to help him.

Thinking of his wife, Ye Linchuan felt a little dazed.

The floor he wiped revealed a gleam of water, and Ye Qinghe frowned more and more tightly, but in order not to discourage his father, he shook his head and continued to find other jobs without saying anything.

After cleaning the living room, Ye Linchuan held the mop again and went to the master bedroom.

Ye Ya happened to be in the master bedroom. She was squatting on the ground and wiping the stain on the corner. She wiped it very seriously. When Ye Linchuan came in, she only gave him a look, and then turned around to leave his chubby back. Ye Linchuan looked at it and continued to wipe the floor.

The two do their own thing, and neither interferes with the other. But suddenly, Ye Ya's half-squatted body was covered in shadows, and the next second, the small hand holding the rag was stepped on the ground by a big foot, her eyes widened, and she forgot to scream in pain for a while, and turned her back to the ground. Ye Linchuan, who was watching her, quickly realized that he had stepped on something, hurriedly took his foot away, and turned to look down.

The air was as quiet as a freeze frame.

A second passed...

Two seconds passed...

Pain suddenly erupted from the palm.

Ye Ya picked up the little hand that had been stepped on red, and her clear eyes were instantly filled with tears.

"You, you step on me." Her grievances were overflowing.

Ye Linchuan returned to his senses: "I don't." The three words were calm, as if pretending to be calm after doing evil.

Ye Ya Duzui blew on her little hands, the pain not only did not dissipate but instead intensified, hotly stimulating her fragile nerves.

"You did it on purpose!" Ye Ya raised her head, her crying face full of accusations of his bad behavior.

"I said I didn't..." Ye Linchuan's brows knitted together, "I didn't even see you when I was mopping the floor."

Ye Ya's round eyes widened again, looking at him in disbelief: "You, you came over to mop the floor in order to step on me on purpose?"

Ye Linchuan was stunned by this strange logical way of thinking.

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What does it mean to come over to mop the floor in order to step on her on purpose? !

Why did she emphasize the word "specially"? !

His silence strengthened Ye Ya's thoughts. He took two steps and raised his head high, with tears in the corners of his eyes, "How can you be so vicious!"

Ye Linchuan's eyelids jumped, and he supported the mop with both hands. He couldn't bear it, and repeated what he had said before: "I didn't say it on purpose, it was you squatting here to hinder me."

These words made the little girl's beautiful face turn red for a while, and her unwillingness, anger, and all her emotions turned into grievances, and she just wanted to find someone to vent. She slapped her shoulders twice, covered her hands and wailed, and ran out while crying. She never thought that the ground was too slippery, and the eager little dumpling fell to the ground accidentally, only to see the little boy. His body was like a small fish, slipping to the front.

"Pfft."

Ye Linchuan laughed happily.

Ye Qinghe and Shen Zhou had never seen such an appearance before, they were all stunned for a while.

Ye Ya, who had slipped to the ground, choked up and got up from the ground, crying and sending her little hand to Ye Qinghe, "Brother, Ye Linchuan stepped on me, it hurts..."

Adi didn't even bother to call, so he named Ye Linchuan by name. It seemed that he really had a grudge.

Ye Qinghe looked at Ye Ya's little hand, turned his head and shouted to his father, "Dad, why are you stepping on Ya Ya?"

Ye Linchuan's smile narrowed and he said lightly, "I didn't see it."

Ye Qinghe looked suspicious, and in the end, he hugged Ye Ya and went to the bathroom to wash his hands without saying anything.