Chapter 1582

It was cold and desolate, with a trace of sadness.

When Lamborghini drove into Jinyu villa, the two men guarding the house were so stunned that they thought they were dazzled until Shengyu opened the door and got off.

"Mr. Sheng."

"Where is she?" Shengyu walked into the living room with a cold step, and his face was solemn and cold.

"Mrs. Ye is upstairs."

"Go and bring her down." Standing in the center of the living room with thin lips.

"Yes."

When his men went up to call ye Fu, Shengyu dialed a number with his private mobile phone and explained something to the people on the other side of the mobile phone.

In the room at the end of the iron gate upstairs, ye Fu was dishevelled and dirty. She hadn't taken a bath for ten days.

Seeing someone open the door and come in, she turned her eyes and looked at them warily.

The eyes were full of fear

"Mrs. ye, Mr. Sheng is here. Clean up and go down." This message is conveyed by people.

Then someone took Yefu to dress up and walk in the corridor. She was in a trance.

A year?

Xiaoyu is here?

What's he doing here?

At the same time, a bad feeling filled my heart.

Downstairs in the living room.

All the decorations remained the same, still retaining the look of Grandpa Guan.

The huge crystal lamp emits a bright light.

Shengyu sat on the sofa and waited patiently. His handsome eyebrows were locked and his face was gloomy to the extreme.

Upstairs, ye Fu, who came out of the bathroom, accidentally saw a police car driving in the yard outside the landing window. She was stunned and stood there

"Hurry up!" At the door, someone is urging.

Yefu stared at the police car, and a faint pain flashed in her eyes.

"Come on, don't let Mr. Sheng wait long." The urge came again.

Ye Fu sneered. The world has really changed. Even his men can yell at themselves.

I haven't been here for more than half a year, but I still bring the police today?

He is worthy of being his own son. He is too similar to himself. The hearts of mother and son are made of iron.

"Mrs. Ye."

"Wait." Her voice was very cold. She turned her eyes and glanced at the man.

Yefu is still sober at this time, but sometimes she will go crazy.

But it was obvious that she was awake now. She went to the drawer, took out a small box, took out a key from it, opened another drawer, took something from it, and then turned and walked out the door.

The man followed her, and he even wondered whether she was really crazy or fake crazy?

In the downstairs living room, the light is bright.

The decoration is still very luxurious, just like Grandpa.

I haven't been here for more than half a year. Once again, I stepped into this once happy home, and my reputation is heavy.

Once he sat in this position to play chess with Grandpa.

"Xiaoyu, there is a proverb that says, no matter how big a pancake is, it's not big enough to bake its pot. It says that you can bake a pancake, but no matter how big your cake is, it has to be limited by the pot. The future we want is like this pancake. Whether we can bake a pancake to our satisfaction completely depends on the pot. This is the so-called pattern."

Grandpa's teachings are in the eyes.

Footsteps came from the stairs, and the reputation pulled back his thoughts. He raised his eyes and stared at the thin middle-aged woman after bathing. He hadn't seen her for more than half a year, and she was still the same.

Today, she is wearing a big red cheongsam, which is of special significance to Ye Fu. She will wear it on every important day, because grandpa liked it very much and always said that this is the color of celebration.

Yefu walked down the stairs step by step. She stared at the tall man sitting on the sofa for a moment.