He entered a wealthy family by mistake

He, he...he called Miss He's son and wife?

The uncle took a breath and looked at Shen Tianyu, and then quickly looked at Ye Miao. When he didn't see Ye Miao being angry, he looked in disbelief.

The uncle suddenly raised his forehead and darkened his face, because he remembered that He Jiao often said before: If I were a man, I would have all the beauties in the world.

Miss He, although your child is a son, he doesn’t seem to be much like you! They are all wives.

The uncle sighed.

At this time, the nearby bosses heard the noise and opened the door. When they saw Ye Miao, the older ones covered their mouths and cried. Like the uncle, they knew that Ye Miao was He Jiao's son without a doubt.

It's great that Miss He's child is still alive.

No one came forward to disturb him. Everyone looked at Ye Miao silently at the door of the store, already covering their mouths with tears streaming down their faces.

"Boss, is... someone you know?"

A young man in the store stuck his head out nervously and asked the uncle uneasily.

He looked outside and saw rows of off-road vehicles, at least twenty of them. The men were fully armed and leaning against the vehicles, talking and laughing. There was blood on their bodies and hands.

"We know each other, please come out now that everything is fine!" The uncle waved to them happily.

But they were still a little wary, hugging the chairs in their arms tightly and refusing to come out.

"It's okay, he's Miss He's son."

The happiness on the uncle's face could no longer be concealed.

As soon as the three words "Miss He" came out, smiles appeared on their faces. Although they had never met He Jiao, they had all heard about He Jiao from their elders. Basically, people in Shacheng would pass it down from generation to generation and regard He Jiao as the same person. Master He's deeds have been passed down, and this has not stopped for more than 20 years.

"Come on, come on, say hello to everyone."

The boss waved to the store again, expressing his joy.

The young men and ladies in the store immediately threw away their chairs and walked out of the store one after another, bowing respectfully to Ye Miao and peeking at Ye Miao.

Wow! ! ! The little one is so cute!

They changed from peeking at Ye Miao to staring fiercely at Ye Miao. After all, people in Shacheng are generally very tall, and the women are all over 1.7 meters tall, so seeing Ye Miao so petite is naturally refreshing.

Ye Miao frowned, his eyes clearly saying that he was short.

Is it my fault that I am short? People look at me like this every time.

Ye Miao was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. Can we still get along well with him?

The housekeeper knew that Ye Miao was angry, so he quickly entered the topic and asked the uncle, "I wonder if the small hotel we used to stay in is still there."

"Yes, yes, everyone takes turns cleaning every day, and everything is clean."

The uncle smiled and said as he led the housekeeper and the others into the alley behind the store. After a while, a villa-like hotel came into view of Shen Tianyu and Ye Miao.

It is a wooden house with a large balcony on the first and second floors and a courtyard, but there is nothing planted inside and it is very desolate.

There are houses all around, tightly burying this house among them, but it looks like it is deliberately protected.

Shen Tianyu instantly understood why Wen Dai and Dean joined them without hesitation after knowing Ye Miao's identity, not because they believed in them, but to repay He Jiao.

It seems that my wife's grandfather and mother did a lot of good things here before, otherwise this villa would not still be protected by local residents more than 20 years later.

"I was thinking that maybe you would come back to live in the house in the future, so we all kept looking after the house."

The uncle said while holding back tears, took out the key and opened the door of the villa.

The moment the door opens, what comes to mind is the luxurious decoration. The floor tiles are all marble, and the chandeliers are crystal lamps. There are layers of vertical downwards from the roof on the second floor, with luxurious European and American furniture. Under the warm light, everything that came into sight was money, and it was obvious how luxurious the He family's life was at that time. This was a barren sand city more than 20 years ago.

Is this where my mother used to live?

Ye Miao looked up at the hall in front of him, looking quietly.

There are also photos of his mother and grandfather on the wall. In almost every photo, there is a butler. The butler is almost always shy and blushing. Mr. He is wearing glasses and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised. He Jiao is smiling. Every photo is full of smiles. Smile, very happy and childlike.

"The rooms have been cleaned. You can go up and have a look." The uncle said to the housekeeper.

The butler nodded with red eyes. He did not expect that it would be more than twenty years before he came here again. Master He obviously said that he could bring him here whenever he wanted to come, but that promise was not fulfilled in time.

"Young Master, can I go upstairs and have a look first?" The housekeeper wiped away tears and turned to ask Ye Miao.

Ye Miao nodded without stopping.

The housekeeper hurriedly wiped away his tears and went upstairs to the room where he and Mr. He used to live.

The furnishings in the room have not changed. There is a photo of him and Mr. He He Jiao on the bedside table. Another photo is a family portrait, including the housekeeper Mr. He, He Jiao, He Jie, and Miss He. Everyone is smiling at the camera. , looking very happy.

The housekeeper picked up the photo and touched the faces of everyone on it. Tears dripped onto the photo, and his vision became blurry after a while.

Everything was fine in the beginning, but everyone said that he was no longer here.

The housekeeper lay on the bed with the photo in his arms and closed his eyes, letting tears slide down his eyes.

There are too many beautiful memories here. He was so happy in the past but his heart aches now.

The housekeeper opened his eyes and reached out to touch his head with tears in his eyes. It looked like Mr. He was here, leaning over him, kissing his palm, and lowering his head to kiss his lips. Everything was so nostalgic and painful.

Probably because he was crying too sadly, the housekeeper seemed to have really seen Mr. He, lowered his head and smiled at him, stroking his face.

In this room, Master He hugged him again and again, cherished him and pampered him.

He cried every time, and after he finished crying, Mr. He would coax him, guide him step by step, make him fall, and make him only have eyes for him.

"Master...I miss you so much."

The housekeeper hugged the photo tightly in his arms and curled up crying, feeling so helpless.