First Lady

But he still knew that Ming Ye would come here whenever he was unhappy when he was a child, but he hasn't been to this greenhouse alone for many years, right?

Ming Ye raised her lips and smiled silently: "No, I just suddenly remembered that I haven't been here for a long time, so I wanted to come and see."

He is not a child anymore, he will not hide when he is unhappy.

If he had been that bright night, he would have been eaten long ago and there would be no dregs left.

"I really didn't expect this flower house to stay for such a long time after my grandfather died. When I was ten years old, I thought it would be destroyed by my parents soon, but none of them bothered here." [

A shy smile appeared on the butler's wrinkled face, and he said without any concealment in front of Ming Ye: "Master and Madam are very busy, no one will pay attention to this place."

"Yeah, they were all busy at that time, so they didn't have time to take care of family affairs."

They are all busy going out to meet the lover they raised, but it is a miracle that their marriage relationship can be maintained until the end.

"Master, are you... are you resenting the master and madam?"

The housekeeper turned back and forth in his heart for a long time before he could ask this sentence.

Ming Ye couldn't help feeling amused: "Resentment? How is it possible, I really don't feel anything else about them other than strangers."

Leaving aside the indelible blood relationship, he and that couple can really be regarded as the most familiar strangers.

The butler couldn't help feeling sad when he heard it, and heaved a long sigh.

"Master and Madam did not fulfill their parental responsibilities to you. When you were young, although they were all at home, no one cared about you.

Later, when you grew up and your wife passed away, the master simply went to the United States, and did not come back with his current wife until the year before his death.

Speaking of which, Mrs. Lanshan is somewhat similar to a woman the master liked when he was young. "

Ming Ye's indifferent face suddenly turned cold, seemingly casually, and asked: "Really? Who is it, why don't I know."

Master Ming's relationship with his father was not harmonious, so he never concealed the aspect of raising a lover.

"At that time, you were still young, not long after you were born, and you couldn't walk yet, but the woman and the master separated after not being together for a long time."

"Then do you remember who that woman is?"

Ming Ye stretched out her hand and slowly brushed the delicate flowers, under the calm voice, there was an imperceptible gloom hidden.