C1571 Gradual Improvement

Ye Mingyuan's slender hands moved the red wine to his mouth. The high purity red wine had soaked every cell in Ye Mingyuan's throat, and its fragrance drifted in the air. Mrs Ye had not come back yet, but it did not arouse Ye Mingyuan's suspicion.

"Mingyuan, Xintong is a good woman. It is your fortune that she married you. You've told me before that you still have Su Mo in your heart