"But--"

"Actually, it is not that dangerous to add handrails to the road on the mountain. I have been inspected in the past six months and can be fully implemented."

Xinya continued to lean against the door, unable to keep up with Ye Cong's ideas, anyway, she could not keep up.

"It just so happens that Ding Junqi is good at film and television. I plan to develop tourism. Once that place is developed, villagers from the mountains can build homestays. When the economic situation increases, do you think that fruit shops and other sub-industries can still not be upgraded?"

New sprouts: "…"

My head is a little big.

Mr. Ye’s ability to make money makes her not need to worry about not having money to support her baby in the future.

"I just said before that you will promote your parents. You have just become famous and it is best to be able to endorse your hometown. Of course, this is what Ding Junqi means." Ye Cong did not take any credit.

The last thing Xinya understood, "So after I finished filming this drama, can we go back to my hometown, right?"

It was obvious that the people inside heard it clearly.

Ye Cong laughed softly while taking a shower, and he knew that she would be happy about this.

"Why not have our wedding in your hometown?" Ye Cong said.

wedding?

Xinya paused for a moment. She had been married for more than half a year, and she had never thought about the wedding.

So Xinya was silent and didn't know how to answer this sentence.

After taking a shower, Ye Cong came out with a bath towel. After opening the door, he stood at the door and looked at the new buds outside, "Or do you want to go somewhere else?"

"No, no, no." Xinya spoke quickly, as if afraid that Ye Cong would make a sudden decision, "Let's go back to my house." Xinya thought, and shook her head again: "No, it's too hot for you to go back with me now."

It's too cold in winter and too hot in summer. Alas, she's also in a dilemma.

Ye Cong laughed softly and kissed Xinya with his arms in his arms, "Wait for me, I'll change my clothes and take you to a place."

New sprouts: "…"

Ye Cong changed his clothes quickly, a pair of black pants and a black shirt, a very simple outfit.

Ye Cong drove out by himself, and Xinya sat in the passenger seat and told Ye Cong about the recent incident. Ye Cong interjected from time to time, but no one mentioned what happened to Zhao Ya today.

When the car arrived in the suburbs, Ye Cong found a place to park the car and then got off with Xinya.

Xinya was curious, and reached out to hold Ye Cong's hand that he reached over, and followed him up the mountain.

"here it is?"

"Take you to see my mother." I always wanted to bring New Sprouts over, but they were always busy. Until now, I left there, he could finally come to see Ye's mother with New Sprouts.

Mother?

Is her mother-in-law?

"But didn't you say-" His mother is not Chinese, and she is not in China?

Ye Cong brought the new bud to a tombstone, which was the tombstone he and Ye Yuwei rebuilt for Ye’s mother a few years ago.

Xinya looked down and saw that the person in the photo looked very young, probably in his twenties.

The words engraved on the tombstone are very clear:

Zi: Ye Cong, female: Ye Yuwei.

stand.

So, is this their adoptive mother?

Ye Cong placed the chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone, "Mom, I'll bring her to see you."

Xinyao's hand was tightened a little, and she bowed respectfully, "Hello Mom, I'm Xinyao."
Chapter completed!