Cold young chasing his wife has a deep routine

Chapter 978 Hate?

A pair of small hands moved around the bedside table like a snake, and finally pressed on something raised.

It was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes.

Press it again, and the room returned to its previous appearance, only the lamp was emitting a faint light.

Tang Xueer was like a child, exploring an unknown territory, pressing down several times.

The man was next door, looking at the woman's curious little face, he was also elated.

"Master, the clothes are here." The maid spoke at the door, her eyes fell on the happy girl playing on the other side of the room.

The originally indifferent light slowly rose into a softness.

Ouyang Ye looked at Tang Xueer's eye-catching legs and said, "Leave the underwear, send the rest back! Tell Huzi to send some of my shirts."

The maid smiled, and that barely visible smile shook the hearts of the men in the corridor.

I was really told by my mother.

Before the maid could speak, he turned around and left the villa. Years of training told him that this was due to experience.

Ouyang Ye turned her head and saw the maid standing at the door holding a pile of underwear, she was not surprised.

She walked over and said, "She likes to eat seafood, so let the people below prepare more lobsters and spicy crayfish."

The maid nods.

Ouyang Ye had no intention of stopping, and continued: "She likes to take a bath, and the hot water in the villa is always running. I am preparing some drawing paper and pens for her to kill her time."

The maid continued to nod, never surprised that Ouyang Ye knew Tang Xueer well.

"Master, do you still hate the master?" The woman who never talked much suddenly said something that surprised Ouyang Ye.

hate it?

hatred!
If it wasn't for hatred, how could he want nothing else but this island alone.

But after he did what his father had done, he realized that maybe some things were not what he thought!

"Mom, were you the same as her back then?" The person that men never mentioned, suddenly spoke a little bluntly.

"I don't know. The master was just like you at the beginning, he wouldn't let me get close, but the master loves his wife."

"Love?" The man sneered.

If it was love, how could he marry a new wife and come in just a week after his mother passed away?
"He doesn't love it!" The man's firm tone shook the maid's mind.

Reaching out to press the switch on the glass wall, Tang Xueer's figure instantly disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

The man strode out of the house, but the maid did not leave, and followed closely behind: "No, the master loves his wife more than anyone else, but he never said it."

Ouyang Ye's footsteps froze, his back straightened.

This is the father and son of them!
Both love the woman in their hearts, but insist on possessing them by violent means, as if only in this way can their hearts be filled.

It's just that he is different from him. He dared to say that he loved her, but he never said so.

"That's just the illusion he gave you. He doesn't love her. He just likes the desire when he hugs her." Ouyang Ye's decisive words made the maid helpless.

She didn't know how to mediate the rift between father and son, and she didn't know how to tell him the last words of his wife when she was dying.

Just like she has been on the island for many years, she may have begun to slowly lose her language function!
knock knock knock...

Someone knocked on the door, and Tang Xueer tensed up like a frightened bird.

The maid walked in with the bag in her arms: "Madam, here are your clothes."

"Madam?" Tang Xueer looked suspicious, and then retorted: "No, I'm not your wife, just call me Xueer."

(End of this chapter)