35: C35 The Mark of Childhood

C35 The Mark of Childhood

After Ye's mother finished cutting the fruit in the kitchen, she immediately put on a smile and carried the plate of fruit towards the two of them in the living room.

When it was time to eat, Ye Han and her mother carried the food out and invited them over to eat.

The four of them sat in different positions and surrounded the table to eat.

Fenng Yan had always been eating the food cooked by the Michelin chefs at home. Naturally, he was not used to eating these dishes. He took the chopsticks and looked around. Finally, he scooped a few spoonfuls of fish soup into the bowl.

Ye's mother noticed his expression and suddenly asked about the betrothal gifts.

"Yan, you want to marry Han. How many betrothal gifts are you prepared to give?"

Ye Chao, who was eating by the side, heard the money and his eyes lit up. He focused his attention on Fenng Yan.

Only Ye Han was the most embarrassed. What she was most worried about had finally happened.

After a short period of silence, Fenng Yan put down the spoon. He smiled and held Ye Han's hand, as if he was indulging in happiness.

"I will naturally prepare the betrothal gifts. The betrothal gifts are a villa in Lido Bay, two Maserati, and jewelry worth almost a million. Mom, are you satisfied? "

Ye's mother heard his words and her brain automatically began to calculate the value of these betrothal gifts. She immediately smiled brightly.

As expected of the Fenng family, they were really rich. Those gold, silver, and jewelry were enough for her to spend a few lifetimes!

She happily picked up some food for him. She nodded her head vigorously and replied, "I'm satisfied! Han is really lucky to have such a good husband like you!"

To be able to find such a God of Wealth, she was also very lucky.

But Fenng Yan had not finished his words. He paused and looked at Ye Han. He said something that made Ye's mother extremely disappointed.

"The betrothal gifts will only be given to Han alone and will not be given to others. I hope that when she sees those things, she will remember my love for her. "

These words coupled with the sincerity in his eyes really made Ye Han's heart beat faster.

She silently lowered her head and pursed her lips to resist the sudden smile.

This was the first time a man had said such pleasant words to her.

The smile on Ye's mother's face froze and her plan turned into a bubble. She glanced at Ye Chao and pretended that she did not care about him at all.

"Of course it's good. Han really has good taste!"

The remaining time to eat became very awkward. It seemed that other than the topic of money, there was nothing else to talk about.

After dinner, Ye's mother, in order to let her daughter get along more with him, happily asked him. "Why don't you go to Han's room and take a look? The two of you need to know each other better!"

Fenng Yan lowered his head and looked at his phone. The time he could waste was more than enough. He nodded in agreement and followed Ye Han into her bedroom.

He walked to the door and saw that her room was pink.

"I didn't expect you to like pink since you were young. "

His words made Ye Han smile in embarrassment.

This was also the first time a man had stepped into her bedroom, except for her father and brother.

"Take a look around. I have been sleeping in this room. "

She comfortably sat on the bed and reached out to hug the panda doll, her eyes emitting a childish light.

Fenng Yan put his hands in his pockets and casually swept his gaze around. He found a few graffons in the corner.2

"What is this?"

He walked to the corner and touched the childish graffines. He found that it was a height mark.

It had been there since she was three years old, and it had been there since then.

Ye Han approached him and revealed a sweet smile.

"This is the mark of my childhood! Look, there are my handprints and footprints on it!"

She squatted down and pointed at the mark on the wall, as if she had discovered a new continent.

Her happy look made Fenng Yan very envious. His childhood mark was a pile of mathematics homework, and his father and grandfather taught him strictly.

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