The next morning, Cui Wanjun and Commander Ye came to Zhou's Mansion.

Zhou Zimo did not agree to let Ye Yifan go back to Ye’s mansion to celebrate the New Year.

A married daughter is not allowed to celebrate the New Year at her parents' home. This is an old rule passed down from generation to generation, and Commander Ye is not good at saying anything.

In fact, they knew it was the result when they came.

"Mom, did you come with dad?"

"Yes, I'll support you and let the maids in the Zhou family shine their eyes. My daughter is the daughter of the Commander's Mansion. If you dare to bully you, that's against our Ye family."

Ye Yifan smiled, and for the first time he felt that he was so lucky.

So happy.

Have parents who love themselves.

Have a man who loves himself.

Her life finally became normal. Perhaps for many people, this is all very ordinary, but for her, it is a dream that she dared not have.

Cui Wanjun looked at her room carefully and was very satisfied: "Yifan, your house is really good."

The furniture is novel and unique, with a large area, and the green carpet is beautiful and soft, like a layer of lawn, and there is a telephone next to the sand.

The stove was burned with smokeless carbon, which was very warm.

"If I like to stay for a few more days."

"That won't work. I'm going home and let that old guy do one for me."

"Yes, yes, especially that I have to ask for one. Will I be able to talk to you at home in the future?"

"Yes, call me when I'm bored in the future."

"Yes." Cui Wanjun nodded and suddenly asked, "Is the Grand Marshal good to you?"

Ye Yifan was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether he should tell the truth.

Looking at her loving mother in front of her, she couldn't lie to her: "Mom, he is very nice to me."

Cui Wanjun patted her hands and said with a smile: "That's good, I can see that you have a lot better relationship with Dashang now."

"Mom, don't you blame me?"

Cui Wanjun shaved her nose: "In your heart, your mother, I am such a person, then I will love you in vain."

"But Brother Ye is not doing well because of me."

Cui Wanjun smiled reluctantly and said understandingly: "Yifan, I don't blame you, but I am very grateful. Although you are with the Grand Marshal, he is not good at all, at least he is still alive. We all know that if you insist on being with him and are entangled, he will not be able to live until now. The reason why Grand Marshal did not kill him is still taking care of you."

Ye Yifan was a little shocked when he heard her words. He didn't expect that she thought about the problem so thoroughly. Not only did she not blame her, but she was grateful to her.

"The palms and backs of hands are all flesh. I feel sorry for my son and my daughter. You and Dashang love each other and I am happy for you."

At least one of these two children is happy.

Ye Yifan hugged her, tears flashing in his black eyes: "Mom, thank you."

Thank you for treating me as your biological daughter, thank you for giving me a home.

Cui Wanjun hugged her, touched the back of her head, and said gently: "It seems that the Chinese New Year is coming, and you can't go home. The cotton coat and shoes that my mother made for you have to bring. What else do you want? Tell me, I will bring them together next time."

Ye Yifan sniffed, his voice was extremely light, and he said carefully: "I want the Arhat cake made by my mother."

She has never had any relatives, so she has never asked her parents for something as confidently as other children.

This is the first time.
Chapter completed!