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"Mom, you must be joking! Xia Xia is such a likeable girl! " Night Elf had a look of disbelief on his face.

"You guys have met?"

From the tone of her mother, it seemed that she really didn't like midsummer.

Night Elf's face stiffened, and answered honestly: "Yes, I have. "But Mom, I feel like …"

"Alright, you should go wash first. We'll talk after that." Mother Night interrupted the night.

Then, Night Elf nodded, turned around and went into his new bedroom.

Mama Night followed and went in with him.

Then he pulled his pajamas off the sofa and went into the bathroom.

About half an hour later, when Mother Ye was so anxious that she was about to go in and take a look, Night Elf just happened to come out.

"Why are you so slow? You just came out? " Mother Night asked.

"Mom, can't you see that I'm still washing my hair?" He pointed at his wet hair and pursed his lips, "Besides, it's always been this slow for girls to wash their hair and take a bath."

"I'm really fast!" Mother Night deliberately glanced at Night Elf.

"Oh, Mother."

"Alright, alright, alright. I won't be blabbering with you anymore." Mother Night gently nudged her. "Let's go and blow our hair."

"I have no strength, so I don't want to blow on it. I'll just take a water absorbent towel." The Infinite Night did not care.

Right now, all she wanted was to lie comfortably in bed and chat with her mother.

She had a lot to say to her mother.

"What nonsense are you saying? Let's go, don't we still have our mother? I'll blow it for you. " "Besides, you still have my nephew in your belly!"

"Mom, you …" Ye Miao opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Mother Night pretended to be impatient and urged, "Is there such a surprise? It's like your mom is not very nice to you, go blow your hair first, and then we can talk after that. "

"Good, good, good. Go to hell." Ye Miao giggled.

After that, Mother Night pulled Night Elf over to the dressing table, and the Night Elf automatically sat down.

Waiting to enjoy the special services of her mother, she hadn't experienced such a lifestyle for a long time.

Then Mother Night brought the hair dryer.

Night Elf's face was filled with happiness as he looked at his mother who was blowing her hair for him in the mirror.

After blowing on his hair, the night was a little cold, so he lay back down on the bed.

Mother Night sat on the edge of the bed, watching her.

"Mom, can you repeat what you just said?" The eyes of the night were wide and clear.

Mother Night: "What?"

"Mom." Ye Miao's face turned bitter.

Mother Night looked at her and then said softly, "Miao Miao, is that what you're thinking?"

The next second, Night Elf suddenly sat up and nodded his head.

Mother Ye's expression changed drastically. She held her back, not letting her move. "Little Ancestor, slow down a bit. You'll hurt the child later."

This time, Night Elf's heart was even happier.

"Miao Miao, you must know that Sheng Wangbei does not love you." Mother Night was worried.

Mother Ye's words made Night Elf's pupils shrink. She bit her lips and didn't say anything.

Actually! Even she didn't know what was on his mind.

Say I don't love her! Then why did he sleep with her?

Say you love her! Then why did he ruthlessly have her beat up the child, saying that they would never have anything to do with each other again?

"What's more, even the tiger doesn't want to eat its prey. He already let you beat up the child. How good can you hope for him to treat you later on?"

"Besides, Sheng Wangbei is that big brother of his. I don't like him."

Mother Night said earnestly.

"But mother, this is the first baby between him and me! I don't want to lose this baby. I love him. "

Well, Night Elf did love him.

He didn't know that she loved to forget everything and didn't want to kill this child.

Or she loved the child and wanted to keep it.

Mother Night still felt heartache. She sighed. "If you really like it, then go and fight for it!"

"Alright." Nightingale's eyes were firm.

Mother Night didn't say anything more. She just went to bed early and got up to leave.

"Mom, wait a moment." Nocturnal miasma pulled at the hem of her mother's dress.

"What's wrong?" Mother Night turned around and looked at her precious daughter.

Night Elf mustered up his courage and asked, "Mom, why do you hate midsummer so much? "Xia Xia is really quite attractive!"

Actually, she really didn't dare to imagine that a girl as good as Summer could be disliked by others.

Moreover, this person was none other than her mother.

"Anyway, I just don't like her. That girl, she doesn't have a sweet mouth, and she always comes with me. The thing that angers your brother the most is that he even cooked food for her, and it was because she wasn't happy with me. " They all said that her daughter was her parents' intimate little cotton-padded jacket, and Mother Night finally had someone to pour out her heart to. Thus, she just told them everything at once.

Hearing his brother cook, Night Elf wasn't surprised.

She knew that Nimue always knew how to cook.

However, it seems to only be a small fry, right? There was nothing to envy.

However, when she heard that Ye Mu didn't get along well with her mother for the sake of summer, she was a bit confused.

Then she said, "It must have been mother who went too far."

Mother Ye originally thought that Nightingale would definitely comfort her, but she didn't expect such a sentence to come out.

She almost gasped for breath and died of anger.

Mother Night sneered and pulled her clothes out of her daughter's hands.

For some reason, the face of his mother changed.

When the door closed, Ye Miao finally came back to his senses.

She looked helpless. Forget it, forget it.

Then the lights went out in the night and he went to sleep.

At this point, everyone was asleep.

But there were also people who did not sleep.

Sheng Wangbei was one of them. He left the Ye Family and didn't go home. Instead, he went to the supermarket to buy some wine. He sat under the dim light and drank.

After downing more than ten bottles of wine, there was still no trace of drunkenness.

Under the cold night wind, he seemed to be more clear-headed.

Sheng Wangbei took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

At this moment, two men came up to him from a distance.

Sheng Wangbei lowered his head. He saw two pairs of shoes in front of him.

Soon after, he raised his head to take a glance, then lowered his head once more.

The two men were angered by the disdainful glare. One of them directly grabbed Sheng Wangbei's collar: "Brat, are you courting death? "You don't even put me in your eyes?"

When he saw his face, he was even more unafraid. He was fair and refined, and would never fight, just that he was a little taller.

However, he wasn't afraid. They had two people on their side.

Judging from his clothes, he should be a nouveau riche. He should just knock himself out and leave with some money.

Sheng Wangbei's eyes were filled with boundless hostility as he sneered: "Who do you think you are?"