Chapter 488 Ye Ling's Violent Temper

"Yes, it was done uncleanly, and the person didn't..."

"I have no control over what you do to Ye Ling. You can't touch Shen Qianshu, mother and son." The man said calmly, "You can take this as a warning!"

The old lady's expression changed slightly, "You... actually still care about the life and death of Shen Qianshu's mother and son?"

"She is from my ghost town. She was born in the ghost town and died in the ghost town. It is not the turn of outsiders to interfere." The man stood up, his thin body looking a little sickly, "I'm leaving."

The man walked away lightly without attracting anyone's attention. He left through another path. There was already a bulletproof vehicle waiting outside. The man ordered, "Pull everyone back. Qianshu is here, so it's not a good idea to do anything." "

"yes!"

The man narrowed his eyes and turned the ring on his hand slightly. His cold white face was extremely indifferent, as if he had no human emotions.

The New Year's snow fell all day long.

Coming out of Yejia, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and they were almost the last group to leave. After the lively banquet, there was a cold silhouette, and there was a plain white sky everywhere.

Shen Qianshu stood under the falling snow and couldn't help but stretched out his hand, "The snow is getting heavier and heavier."

"Let's go home!"

Back at Rose Castle, it was warm. The little boy took off his clothes as he walked. He wanted to lie down in front of the closet. The tip of his nose, which was red from the cold, finally felt better. "This kind of weather is most suitable for growing mushrooms at home."

Shen Qianshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Mommy, go and put the bath water for you. You can take a bath."

"good!"

Ye Ling held a photo album in his hand, which he seemed to have brought back from his old house. Tong Hua was a little curious and stretched out his hand, "Daddy, can you see it?"

That's a pretty thin photo album.

"Can't!"

"mean!"

Ye Ling took the photo album back to the study. It was a locked photo album. He opened the password lock slightly. This was a photo album from when he was three to eight years old at Ye's house. It was locked after he was eight years old. It was almost never opened again and had been hidden in the secret compartment under the bed in his room. He treasured it but resisted it.

Those dusty memories and never-ending pain have been sealed in memory.

Like this photo album!

Ye Ling put the photo album on the bookshelf.

After Shen Qianshu put water on Tong Hua, he wanted to go to the greenhouse to pick a bouquet of flowers and put it in Tong Hua's room. However, he met an English shorthair outside the greenhouse. The weather was too cold. He was so cold that he howled pitifully. Shen Qianshu was startled by the sound, and hurriedly picked him up and carried him into the house. The kitten was dirty and pitiful. Shen Qianshu wrapped it in a sweater to keep it warm and put it in front of the fireplace. My heart softened.

When Zhong Ran saw that she had brought back a cat, he was surprised, his face changed drastically, and he hurried over, "Miss Shen, throw it out quickly."

"Why?" Shen Qianshu was puzzled. It was freezing cold today. This cat was obviously a kitten. It would definitely freeze to death if thrown out. This cat was so cute, how could she bear it?

Zhong Ran met her accusing gaze, a little embarrassed, "Young Master doesn't like pets."

"There's no need to throw it out if you don't like it. I didn't say I wanted to keep a cat."

"Anyway, be sure to throw it out and don't let anyone see it."

Ye Ling's voice came from behind, "Why don't you let me see you?"

Zhong Ran's back stiffened, and Shen Qianshu held up the little cat in the sweater with a bright smile, "Sir, I picked up a cat outside. Is it cute?"

The little milk cat had an eye like glass, but for some reason, it looked at Ye Ling pitifully.

Ye Ling's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly yelled, "Whoever let the cat in, throw it out!"