Chapter 783: Ye Chenyu

In the evening, a new white BMW sedan drove into the Ye family castle.

Han Xue, who got out of the car, still looked a little flustered, with an unrelieved anxiety and uneasiness between her eyebrows.

The castle was still the same castle, luxurious and gorgeous, exuding an ancient medieval mystery. It's just that the people in the castle have changed a little.

Han Xue has lived here for more than three months. She moved here on her son Ye Chenyu's second birthday.

She was able to live here smoothly thanks to Ye's mother Xia Jingshu.

Xia Jingshu was thinking about her precious grandson, and she had a heart attack after quarreling with her son Ye Hao for two years. In the end, Ye Hao had to compromise and let Xia Jingshu take back Han Xue's son and change his name to Ye Chenyu, which was to recognize this illegitimate child.

In this way, Han Xue, as a mother, made many requests and successfully moved into this gorgeous castle.

"Mommy..."

A child's baby voice came.

Han Xue picked up her baby son. Her Xiaoyu is already over two years old, and is also cute and tender, especially the amber eyes, which are big and bright, and very beautiful.

She thinks she is much prettier than He Xiyan, so her Xiaoyu is also prettier than Ye Zixi.

"Xiaoyu, did your dad hug you today?" Han Xue asked expectantly. She always asked such questions every time she came back.

Xiaoyu shook his head, and suddenly he pouted his little mouth.

He looked very aggrieved.

"What's wrong? Xiaoyu?" Han Xue looked puzzled.

At this time, Xiaoyu stretched out his little hand aggrievedly, and then pointed to the neck.

Han Xue looked in the direction her son pointed.

At this sight, her heart tightened instantly, and her eyes were full of worry and confusion.

Because she found a red mark on her son's neck, as if it was scratched by something.

"Xiaoyu..." She looked at her child distressedly, stretched out her hand and carefully stroked the child's injured place. "Tell mom, what happened? Did the cat scratch you?"

Han Xue thought of this possibility when she thought of a cat at home.

Xiaoyu shook his head and told his mother that it was not the cat that scratched him. He stretched out his little hands to wipe his eyes, as if he was about to cry.

"Sister..." he said aggrievedly, "It was sister who hit, sister hit Xiaoyu. Mom, sister hit Xiaoyu."

"What?"

Han Xue's eyes were in disbelief, and her face turned red in an instant.

She hugged her son tightly in her arms, patted the child's back, and asked anxiously:

"Xiaoyu, tell mom, why did sister hit you? Why did she hit you?"

Han Xue said it twice, and some anger could be seen in her eyes.

Her child was so young, but he was bullied, and this was not the first time. Last time, Xiaoyu was knocked to the ground by the little girl.

Xiaoyu blinked his bright eyes, and soon, some tears welled up in his eyes. He grabbed his mother's hand tightly, and his little mouth pouted higher, looking even more aggrieved.

"Xiaoyu took the doll." He whispered.

"Even if she took the doll, she can't hit you."

Han Xue was angry, and the anger in her eyes was burning. She bit her lips hard, almost biting them to bleed.

She really had enough of Ye Zixi. Spoiled, she bullied others at such a young age.