"Yan Yan, you and Yue Yue go down and help your mother first. I have something to talk to Mr. Jiang."
Pei Xingyan, who had known Pei Tianming's plan for a long time, immediately agreed.
"Okay, Dad. I'll take Yueyue downstairs first."
Pei Xingyan said as she walked to Pei Xingyue, pulled her up and left.
Leaving Jiang Ye here alone to face his father-in-law.
Pei Xingyue, who was being pulled downstairs, felt the burning gaze behind her. She turned her head and opened her mouth silently.
"come on."
Jiang Ye saw it clearly, but was not comforted.
He is under a lot of pressure now.
He swore that he felt nervous for the first time in his life.
"Don't look, they've gone down."
"Uncle, I am serious about Yueyue..."
"You don't have to say it, I know everything, your mother praised you to the sky.
Let’s talk before they arrive.”
Jiang Ye followed Pei Tianming with great tension.
I thought it was going to be a serious conversation, asking him to swear an oath of loyalty or something like that.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the room, the coffee table next to the sofa was filled with photo albums and photo frames.
"This is?"
“Yueyue’s things are her memories of growing up over the years.
Jiang Ye, I won’t ask anything else. I just want to know what you like about her.
Is it just that face?"
"Uncle, I'm not, I..."
"Don't rush to explain yourself. Take a look at these things and then tell me, do you still like her?"
Pei Tianming lit a cigarette with melancholy in his eyes and smoked in silence.
Jiang Ye lowered his eyes and picked up the photo album on the coffee table.
Each of the pictures above records Pei Xingyue's growth.
There are photos of her blowing bubbles when she was fair and hadn't grown any teeth yet.
There are photos of her learning to walk and falling down, covered in dust and dirt.
There are photos of her imitating the plot in the cartoon, holding a puppy and holding a small wooden stick to "charge" with a full sense of childishness.
There are photos of her with her teeth missing and her face covered with tears and snot, with her mouth leaking open and crying.
…
There are many, some are cute, some are ladylike, some are embarrassing...
Jiang Ye flipped through the book bit by bit, with a smile on his face the whole time.
These were Pei Xingyue's memories, which he had never understood or touched upon.
Seeing them now, he just felt that each one was worth collecting.
Perhaps it was presumptuous, but he couldn't help but speak.
"Uncle, can I make a copy of these and take them away?"
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