"Yes, someone has come."

Ye Linchuan raised his eyebrows and waited for him to answer.

Ye Qinghe couldn't help clenching his sleeves with his two hands hanging down on his legs, and looked down at his toes, "The doctor has come."

"Except for doctors and teachers."

Ye Linchuan's voice above his head was slightly muffled.

Ye Qinghe breathed nervously for half a beat. Thinking of Ye Ya's innocent little face, he gritted his teeth and lied to his father for the first time in his life, "No, no one has ever been here."

Ye Linchuan sat on the chair and didn't speak again, his deep and narrow phoenix eyes reflected deepness. He turned the chair and said slowly, "I'll ask another way, have any children appeared in our house."

child…

Leaf buds…

Ye Qinghe's expression trembled, and his heart beat violently.

"Ziyu's homework wasn't written by him, right?"

Ye Qinghe was stunned and looked at him in surprise.

Ye Linchuan's brows and eyes were light, and he couldn't see any expression, "I still know the handwriting of you and Ziyu." He seemed to smile, "At the beginning of human beings, their nature is inherently evil? Well, who the **** did you bring home?"

His expression is still insightful, his eyes are so sharp that Ye Qinghe has nowhere to hide.

Ye Linchuan knew the two children in the family.

Ye Ziyu has suffered from infantile mania since his mother left. As he grew up, his condition worsened. He didn't like to be in contact with people, and he couldn't control his emotions. If he didn't deal with it a little, he would yell and cry, let alone friends. When he got sick, he didn't even want his family. After that, Ye Linchuan had no choice but to let Ye Ziyu stay at home. He asked his tutor to come over once a week for a class, and he would also tutor him when he was free, so he would never bring his peers to the house. It seemed that the eldest son was the most suspicious.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Ye Qinghe was stunned, how did he get involved with Xunzi?

"I'm asking you, who wrote Ziyu's homework?"

Operation?

Ye Qinghe was even more confused.

His father would never think that Ya Ya did the homework, would he?

Thinking of Ya Ya's mathematics, Ye Qinghe immediately dismissed the idea, looking at his father's eyes more and more blankly.

Ye Linchuan narrowed his eyes: "You really don't know?"

Ye Qinghe shook his head frantically.

He can't lie, and his eyes can't deceive people.

Ye Linchuan pursed his lips, just as he was about to speak, the bell rang suddenly, Ye Linchuan finally glanced at Ye Qinghe, waved him lightly, and turned to answer the phone.

Ye Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and ran out of the study in a flash.

"I'll go there right away. You and Assistant Xu prepare the meeting materials." Ye Linchuan hung up the phone and didn't leave in a hurry. He leaned on the leather chair and tapped lightly on the table with his slender fingertips. After pondering for a moment, Ye Linchuan turned on the computer and called up the monitor. It was obvious that the monitor had been manipulated.

"Little brat." Ye Linchuan hummed, picked up his suit jacket and left.

"Dad, are you leaving?"

Downstairs, Ye Ziyu stared at him with big eyes full of expectation.

"Are you going to take me with you?" Dad said that as long as he finished his homework, he would take him out to play for a day. Although Ye Ya helped to complete the homework, his father didn't know. Ye Ziyu looked forward to being with Ye Linchuan every day, but every time his expectations came to nothing, he hoped that this time Ye Linchuan could keep his promise.

"Sorry." He stopped and pressed his big hand on Ye Ziyu's head, "I'm going to a meeting now, so I can't accompany you."

"But…"

"Mr. Ye, everyone from the shareholders' side is here." The assistant behind him glanced at the time, "It's time for us to go."

He nodded slightly, let go of his hand and left the house without hesitation.

The front door was empty, the car's engine was far away from his ear, and he stood under the crystal chandelier, suddenly feeling that the house had become a huge, airtight prison, making people breathless.

Ye Ziyu stared at the place where his father left without blinking, tears fell silently, he was motionless, like a stone.

"Ziyu..."

Ye Ziyu shook off the nanny's outstretched hand and sprinted back to the room. He locked the door, gritted his teeth, and slammed into the wall with anger in his eyes.

Boom!

The crash resounded through the room.

Ye Ziyu didn't feel the pain, the first stroke, the second stroke, the third stroke...

The body doesn't look like his own, the head doesn't look like his own, he doesn't feel the pain, and he abuses himself crazily.

"Ziyu, open the door for your brother."

"Ziyu!"

"Dad will be back in a while."

"Brother take you to play, okay?"

Ye Qinghe turned a deaf ear to Ye Qinghe's cry, and continued to slam his forehead against the wall.

"Auntie, go to the doctor, I'll find the key!"

There was chaos outside the room and even worse inside.

Suddenly, the door of the secret room behind Ye Ziyu opened a small gap.

Ye Ya was behind the door, and her round eyes looked at him cautiously.

She blinked her eyelashes and walked out lightly.

Ye Ziyu didn't notice her, she continued to abuse herself, even if her forehead was bleeding, she didn't care.

Ye Ya tilted her head to look at him, finally walked over, stretched out her arms high, and placed her small palm on the wall, his swollen forehead slammed into the soft palm.

Ye Ziyu was ignorant, bumped four or five times, and slowly turned his head to look over.

The boy's forehead was broken and bleeding, and his eyes were empty, like a lonely wolf cub.

Ye Ya's eyes were clear, and the dark and bright pupils calmed his anxious mood for no reason.

Seeing that he didn't move anymore, Ye Ya opened her arms and gave the little boy a tight hug.

The little girl had the fragrance of milk on her body, her arms were soft, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears fell on the top of her head.

"Are you in pain?" Ye Ya raised her head and looked at him worriedly.

"I'll give you a whimper and it won't hurt anymore." Ye Ya stood on tiptoe and pouted on the scar.

Ye Ziyu fell to the ground and cried even more fiercely.

Ye Ya didn't know how to coax people, she bit her fingers in distress, and anxiously circled in circles, she had no choice but to ask for help from the system that can do everything, [Uncle, he cried. ]

The system is ruthless: [Smelly brother, let him cry. ]

But he doesn't stink...

Ye Ya poked the small dimples on her face with her fingers, and she noticed it with a clever move.

"Ya Ya will treat you." Ye Ya ran to the desk and took out a pair of small handmade scissors from the pen holder.

Seeing this, Ye Ziyu's tears stopped for two seconds, and she sobbed and reminded: "That, that is very dangerous, baby can't play."

"He's not a baby." Ye Ya was not convinced, "He's a hundred years old."

"Even if you're a thousand years old, you can't play with scissors until you're eighteen." Ye Ziyu wanted to go over and grab the murder weapon, but as soon as he moved, he fell back to the ground. He covered his dizzy head and lowered his voice again. sobbing.

Ye Ya stretched out the little index finger of her left hand, looked at the scissors, and then looked at the pink finger pulp. She hesitated for a while, and finally poked her finger in a puff.

A small bead of blood appeared on the tip of the finger.

Ye Ya stared at the blood bead for two seconds before the pain nerve recovered.

She pouted, and the scissors fell to the ground.

"Wow, it hurts—!"

Cried.

Crying more fiercely than Ye Ziyu.

"It hurts, woo...it hurts..." Ye Ya held up that finger and cried in grievance.

Ye Ziyu couldn't care about his mania and his aching head. He staggered up from the ground and walked over, teaching a childish lesson: "I said it's dangerous, why don't you listen."

She cried with tears all over her face, and she looked aggrieved.

Ye Ziyu covered his ears with both hands and shouted, "Don't cry! You are making my ears!"

His shouting was useless, but made the little girl cry even louder. Ye Ziyu sighed, grabbed her little hand and looked at it, "It's not serious, wait until I go to Big Brother to bandage you."

"Wrap, bandage?" Ye Ya twitched and swung her little head from side to side, "Don't tie...don't tie it, give, heal the wound to the boy."

Ye Ya can be regarded as the key point.

She grabbed Ye Ziyu's arm and wiped a drop of blood from her fingertips on Ye Ziyu's injured forehead.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Ya didn't speak, just blinked at him.

The red blood beads quickly merged with the flesh and blood, and the scar disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. After just a few seconds, the forehead was smooth as before, and the skin became more delicate and delicate than before.

The blood of the four-leaf clover has a magical effect. When a strand of her soul travels through this body, it also endows with some wonderful abilities. Although it is small, it can also exert necessary effects when needed.

The pain in the forehead disappeared, and even the brain became much clearer.

Ye Ziyu stroked his forehead back and forth, his expression flickering in shock.

"You you you you you..." He pointed at Ye Ya, stammering for a long time without saying a complete sentence.

Ye Ya held the injured finger, "You can't tell others~"

Ye Ziyu has not recovered from the shock, and nodded again and again.

Outside Ye Qinghe had brought someone to open the door, Ye Ye Yu grabbed Ye Ya's arm and quickly hid in the secret room.

No lights were turned on in the secret room, it was pitch black.

The two small bodies huddled together in the corner, sitting next to each other.

"Are you an elf?" Ye Ziyu asked her in a low voice.

Ye Ya shook his head and touched the small seed that had just sprout green on the top of his head, "I am a four-leaf clover."

Ye Ziyu pursed his lips, put his hands around his knees, and looked lonely in the dark, "Why do you always break your promises?"

salt?

The image of adults eating salt crazily appeared in Ye Ya's mind, she twisted her face, "Salt will always be very salty, Ya Ya will not eat salt in the future."

Ye Ziyu chuckled, "It's not that salt."

She looked puzzled.

"My mother said she wanted to accompany me, but she left." Ye Ziyu pursed her lips, "Dad said he would play with me, but there are always meetings, he seems to be in meetings all the time. You say they are adults, why there is no way Do it, but always promise, always talk big.”

He couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't figure out why his mother left and why his father didn't come home.

He couldn't figure out why his head was always hurting and his temper was always great.

He can't figure out anything, he doesn't understand anything, only sadness is real, sadness is real.

Ye Yaban said with a small face: "Because they keep talking big, they have become adults."

Ye Ziyu looked blank, "Is that so?"

"Yes." It's like her father never talks big, so he looks as cute as her. Mom likes to talk big, so she grows so big, like a giant.

Thinking of her mother, Ye Ya milk said: "So our children have to forgive them, they are already very pitiful."

An adult grows so big, so tall, and so close to the sky, it must be tiring to walk against such a heavy sky every day.

It's pathetic to think about it~

Thinking of this, Ye Ya's expression became extremely pitiful.