Before arriving at Sangen's house, Gao Dan glanced around to make sure no one was there, then pinned his still-angry wife against the wall:
"Honey, don't be angry."
Ye Wanying turned her face away, her voice deliberately serious:
That's enough!
"Enough? Don't be angry. I couldn't control myself then."
"Why?"
Gao Dan remained silent, a somewhat troubled expression on his face.
Seeing this, Ye Wanying coldly scoffed, "You can let go now."
It's not that I necessarily need to know the secret, but that bastard hurt me for no reason, so why shouldn't I know why?
Was he the one who got hurt?
Do you realize that his body, his life, no longer belong solely to him?
release?
It's impossible to let go.
He sighed silently, his gaze falling on his angry wife:
"It involves classified information, I really can't tell you."
Gao Dan sensed the danger of that thing immediately; otherwise, why would Gou Zi appear in Ye Family Village half-dead?
Yingying pouted as if she wanted to say something, but out of the corner of her eye she saw the worry in the man's eyes. She wasn't stupid; she had guessed a certain possibility before, and now this was even more certain.
"Let go first, it's not good if someone sees you."
This is a small mountain village. Even couples who have been married for many years don't get into any messy arguments, otherwise they would definitely be gossiped about by the gossipy relatives.
"So...you're not angry anymore?"
Ye Wanying laughed:
"Why would I be angry? You already said it involves classified information. Do you think I'm so unreasonable?"
Gao Dan then stepped back and gave his wife a silly smile:
"Hehe, let's go to Sangen's house."
Did Sangen have seen the man and woman on the wall next to his house a long time ago?
It was just Grandma and herself at home. Sangen got up early to make breakfast. But when she came out of the makeshift kitchen, she saw two teenage boys not far away and blushed.
"Three..."
Inside the house, Grandma was calling her.
San Gen rubbed his face twice with his hands:
"Grandma, I'm here."
Having already seen Sangen and his wife, Ye Wanying coughed a few times uncomfortably, then glanced sideways at the man beside her. If it weren't for this man, she wouldn't have been laughed at by that brat Sangen.
With a cold snort, Ye Wanying stepped into the courtyard.
Once again struck by a dagger, Gao Dan had no choice but to follow.
Sangen and his grandmother were busy eating breakfast when they saw Ye Wanying come in:
"Sakurako is here?"
"Hello, Third Grandma."
"Okay, okay, let's eat together. Three pieces. I'll get you a bowl and chopsticks for your sister Yingying."
Ye Wanying quickly waved her hand: "Third Grandmother, I've already eaten. I just came to deliver this."
The bamboo basket is beautifully woven; Mr. Ye's handicrafts are truly excellent.
That's right, otherwise how did a family of four live in previous years?
They supplement their income by growing crops and Ye's father's handicrafts.
“We still have some at home. I told your dad we can use it for now. Xinghua, that kid… sigh.”
Third Grandma was actually feeling sorry for Ye's father; he could have made money by weaving just a few bamboo baskets.
Ye Wanying put the things aside:
"Third Grandma, my dad has finished weaving it. You can use it. Don't overthink it. My dad is just being filial to you."
Ye's grandparents have both passed away. Third Grandmother was from a different branch of the family, but when Third Grandfather was alive, she helped Ye's father a lot. At this time, most people are very sentimental.
At this moment, Gao Dan walked in, and Third Grandma didn't recognize him.
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