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This battle was enjoyable but exhausting. You Ye, who sat in the car, was almost exhausted.
She hasn¡¯t eaten well for a long time. She only eats some vegetarian food and fruits. When she exerts too much physical energy, she easily overdraws.
"I'll take you to dinner." Lin Haofeng sat with her in the back seat, looking at You Ye's pale face worriedly.
"I don't have much appetite, go home, I want to lie down for a while." You Ye leaned on Lin Haofeng's shoulder.
"Youye, Zechu asked me yesterday if going to Switzerland to shoot would be too strenuous. She was worried about your health." Bo Shiqi said while driving.
You Ye forced a smile: "Tell her I'm fine. There are so many delicious foods in Switzerland. My appetite will be better and my health will be better."
"Otherwise, why don't we go see Dr. Chen?" Lin Haofeng was still worried.
"I told you no need." You Ye disliked girls who were squeamish. She felt that she was too tired and just needed a rest.
Lin Haofeng still wanted to persuade her, but Dong Suqing called at this time and asked immediately: "Hao Feng, what's the matter with you? Xia Zhiyuan has such a bad reputation now, why should we, Ruifeng, protect him!"
She also saw the press conference at home, and said bitterly to Lin Jiushan that You Ye must have instigated all this.
"Jiu Shan, that You Ye said she was severing ties with the Xia family. At the critical moment, why not ask Hao Feng to help save her scumbag father!" Dong Suqing complained to Lin Jiu Shan.
Lin Jiushan persuaded Dong Suqing to listen, so she called Lin Haofeng directly.
"Mom, Youye took 16% of the shares from the Xia family and gave them to me. She didn't keep a penny." Lin Haofeng explained.
Dong Suqing was convinced that You Ye had bad intentions and couldn't listen to these words at all, "That little money is nothing. Are our Lin family still short of money? You protect Xia Zhiyuan from coming out. Now that Xia Zhiyuan has such a bad reputation, don't taint our Ruifeng!"
"If Ruifeng's reputation is so easy to be stained, mom, your son is a waste." Lin Haofeng still coaxed patiently.
You Ye suddenly felt tired as she listened.
If she really lives with Lin Haofeng, will he have to explain to Dong Suqing for the rest of his life?
What did she do wrong? Wasn¡¯t it just that she didn¡¯t want to have children for the time being? Dong Suqing decided that she had ulterior motives and wanted to drive her away?
Leaving Lin Haofeng's shoulder, Youye stood by the window and looked at the scenery outside the window.
Absently, she didn¡¯t want to hear what Lin Haofeng said to Dong Suqing later.
"My father and grandma don't like her, nor do my parents-in-law. Youye really wants to ask Shi Yuqing, did he not calculate the right time when he gave birth to her, and did her horoscope have an unpopular physique?"
Suddenly I remembered that I had been nervous about Xia Zhiyuan since yesterday, and I forgot to ask Shi Yuqing how the aunt she invited was doing.
Shi Yuqing, who was originally going to celebrate the New Year in the stone house, returned to the apartment yesterday because the stone house was too cold and her heart felt uncomfortable.
This made Youye even more worried about her health.
Zhao Zechu is worthy of being a psychology master. He even persuaded Shi Yuqing to let his aunt in. It is said that the aunt was only thirty-seven or eight years old. She was clean-looking, with neat hands and feet, and she was orderly in doing things.
"I've told her that Ms. Shi is not in good health, so she should keep an eye on her at all times." Zhao Zechu told You Ye.
You Ye changed her mind, "Hao Feng, I want to see my mother."
"Shi Qi, go to my mother-in-law's apartment." Lin Haofeng changed the route without hesitation.
The car drove towards the apartment.
For some reason, You Ye really wanted to see Shi Yuqing at this moment.
She has too many enemies and too few relatives in this world. She cherishes Shi Yuqing and Xia Heng. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com