Wen Yuan's voice was suppressed a little low: "Dad looks like I can't forget Mom. It looks pretty quiet."

At this time, the two children had already ran over, and Ye Mubai stopped.

Wen Yuan turned his head, "Why don't you leave?"

Ye Mubai's voice is low: "What I want to say is, if it were me, I won't forget it."

Wen Yuan stared at her, "What did you do to let me go?"

"No." Ye Mubai smiled, and put his hand around her shoulder: "How dare I!"

As he said, he took her to walk there, and walked in front of Ye Zhenggang. Ye Zheng had just given the children red envelopes, and at this time he also took out one for Wen Yuan, a thick one.

"Thank you Dad." Wen Yuan smiled, and accepted without giving in.

Ye Mubai was aside, rubbing her hair to show her praise.

Wen Yuan glanced at him and stuffed the red envelope in his jacket pocket. Ye Mubai only smiled, indulging in a smile.

Ye Zheng just looked at his children, grown up, have children and daughters, and are so good with Wen Yuan.

He was once so good with Su Fu, a couple whom everyone envied.

It was he himself who destroyed everything. Now although his descendants are around his knees, there is still one person missing.

Sufu who reads the book, Sufu who grows flowers and plants at home, and Sufu who washes his clothes and cooks by himself.

Every Su Fu is a memory and a pain in his heart.

Ye Zhenggang took a deep breath, feeling the dull pain in Hungarians full, but he still smiled forcefully, as if the pain in his heart didn't exist.

And he didn't know where he was when he was a son, Ye Mubai signaled Wen Yuan to take care of the children first, and he smoked a cigarette outside with Ye Zhenggang.

After the father and son stood together and smoked two cigarettes, Ye Zheng just said dumbly: "How is your mother's place? How is your body?"

Ye Mubai knew that he had put it down, so he patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay. I went to gym recently, and I look quite young."

Ye Zhenggang was in a trance again, and it took him a long time to whisper: "Your mother is very good-looking, she has always been like that...how others can't compare."

After speaking, he sighed, sounding pitiful.

Ye Mubai patted his father's shoulder again: "Or, I will find you a better looking and younger one?"

Ye Zhenggang gave his son a white look: "Without a form, am I the kind of person who can't stand loneliness?"

But as he spoke, he couldn't help sighing, and then he lowered his eyes, with a faint light in his eyes.

After taking a hard smoke, he whispered: "Mu Bai, if I didn't have it at the beginning... Now your mother is still here, it should be fine."

He loves Su Fu, but he hurt her heart again and again.

Su Fu had loved him in that way, and he would love Hao Yun more enthusiastically than he loves Hao Yun now. After all, they are young couples, and they gave everything to each other, but as time goes by, he doesn’t have such precious things. Too much.

And every day now, he has to suffer in regret and longing.

His and Su Fu's bedroom is still the same as before. Their wedding photo was broken once by her, and he let them hang it up again, but he didn't let people in or see them.

Because she is always someone else's wife.

Ye Zhenggang sighed again without saying a word.

And Ye Mubai didn't know where he was, "Go in, Dad, I will smoke less in the future."