After Ye Hannian made the phone call, he went to the yard of Ye's big house.
Only Fan Lei lived here alone.
Ye Hannian never felt that such a cold place was good, but Fan Lei stubbornly refused to move away.
As the moonlight fell, the light was dim, and only a few street lamps were on, which reflected the subtlety and elegance of the entire courtyard.
"Madam hasn't eaten yet."
An aunt who was in charge of taking care of Fan Lei saw him and spoke.
Ye Hannian nodded, and said in a low voice, "Well, serve the food."
Auntie responded and went to the kitchen.
Fan Lei saw Ye Hannian the first time he walked in, but now she snorted awkwardly and turned her face away, "You little bastard, you are so embarrassed to come back!"
Ye Hannian's footsteps paused, and there was a little warmth in his tone, "If I remember correctly, it seems that Mom sent someone to call me."
"" Fan Lei choked suddenly, turned around, raised her hand high, and patted the table lightly, "Where is my daughter-in-law! It's been so long, and no one came back with you?"
She glanced suspiciously at Ye Hannian, "Is it because the girl doesn't want you at all?"
Ye Hannian squeezed the center of his brows, sat down opposite Fan Lei, "No."
Fan Lei didn't believe it, and looked at him suspiciously, "Walking outside every day, if the little girl doesn't watch carefully, she will lose it!"
Her tone should be as much as hating iron but not steel.
Ye Hannian didn't say a word, he just poured himself a cup of tea, before he could take a sip, Fan Lei stretched out his hand and snatched it away.
There was another sound of slapping the table.
"What time is it! You are still in the mood to drink tea!"
Ye Hannian: "Don't worry, I can't run away."
Fan Lei looked at him and smiled, a perfunctory smile that didn't reach his eyes.
At this time, the aunt came up with the meal.
There was a table full.
"Okay." Fan Lei said angrily, "Let's eat! Don't starve this pretty face, even the little girl can't be fooled by then!"
Auntie brought up the last soup, covered her mouth and smiled.
At this moment, Fan Lei's alarm clock on the table rang, and Ye Hannian glanced at it.
Alarm clock for seven fifty-five in the evening.
Fan Lei has already taken out her mobile phone in a panic, "Hurry up! It's almost eight o'clock, and the tickets for the Zhanbei concert will start to be sold in advance!"
"Ma'am, don't worry, I'll help you grab it together." The aunt also took out her mobile phone.
Ye Hannian froze and didn't move, picked up the chopsticks and took a mouthful of food.
"Son, you came just in time. Help your mother grab a ticket, preferably in the front row of the infield."
Ye Hannian: ""
Now I know it's called my son.
Eight past one.
"Oh! I didn't get it." Fan Lei sighed, "Auntie, did you get it?"
"No."
"son."
Ye Hannian closed his phone, and the WeChat chat history flashed by.
He pursed his lips, "If you want tickets for the infield, just ask Yejin to get you a few. If it's really not possible, you can't get a ticket if you spend money?"
Fan Lei squeezed the phone, and said angrily: "Can Zhanbei's songs be insulted by money? Can Yuebai's talent be measured by price?"