Ye Wanying was naturally unafraid; instead, she returned a meaningful smile...
Are you angry?
It's okay to get angry. You'll only get angrier in the future. For now, just bear with it.
Su Yun naturally saw Ye Wanying's undisguised sarcasm, and her heart was definitely not at peace.
Indeed, at this moment, Su Yun was already trembling with anger.
"You bitch!"
Little bitch!
Just like your biological mother, she shouldn't have let you go in the first place!
Su Yun truly regretted it. If she had taken action before that bitch was even born, this little bitch wouldn't exist now.
It can be said that every time Ye Wanying appeared in front of Su Yun, it was an extreme feeling of disgust, the kind that made one want to drink her blood and tear her flesh apart.
However, more than twenty years have passed, and there's no use in regretting it now.
Now, it won't be easy for Su Yun to do anything, and she might very well be killed in a direct counterattack!
Furthermore, Su Yun isn't stupid.
The Gu family behind Ye Wanying is not to be trifled with.
Seeing Su Yun's face contorted with anger, Ye Wanying finally dropped her sarcastic expression.
"Mother."
Yingying's thoughts were interrupted by her son's voice.
"Hmm? What's wrong, baby?"
The little boy pointed to a spot not far away, and two blushes clearly rose on his face.
Looking in the direction his son pointed, cough...cough cough...
It's really nothing, just an old married couple holding hands. Is your precious son being too sensitive?
“Hey, baby, come here, let Mommy tell you something.”
Tuanzi said "Oh," and stood in front of Yingying: "Mom, you tell me."
Ye Wanying coughed a few times before slowly speaking, "Son, has your mother ever taught you about international etiquette?"
The little man shook his head: "No."
"Okay, then Mom will teach you today. There are three common etiquettes internationally. One is the British etiquette, where good friends meet and the first thing they do is hug."
The second is the Parisian etiquette, where when good friends meet, the first thing is to touch cheeks twice, and at the same time, symbolically smack the lips near the other person's ear. This is how Parisians express their feelings to each other.
There's one last one, the handshake greeting from our country Z. Come on, give your hand to your mother.
The little one obediently placed his chubby little paw into Ye Wanying's palm: "Mommy, and then?"
Ye Wanying smiled, holding her son's soft, chubby hand in her palm, and thought to herself: This hand feels really good.
cough.
A large hand enveloped a chubby little paw: "Look, now, what do we call this?"
Tuanzi stared wide-eyed at it for a few moments: "Mommy, is this a handshake?"
"Not entirely. This is a handshake between mother and baby, which is not the same as a handshake in public."
Pfft, only this little dumpling would willingly be fooled by his mother.
He nodded, completely agreeing.
"Yes, it's like Tuanzi shaking hands with her mother!"
"That's right, so if you see other people holding hands in the future, don't be shy~~ It's cute, but the big bad wolf will carry you away."
The little boy shuddered at the opportune moment, looking scared, and finally burrowed directly into Ye Wanying's arms.
Sigh, so who's fooling whom?
Or, who is outsmarting whom?
........
Chief of Staff Ye had no choice but to let go of his wife's hand at this point. Being watched by his grandson was definitely not a pleasant experience.
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