Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Yan Jiang slowly raised his head, looking through the lights, and staring at the woman behind the door.

Yan Jiang was in a trance.

In my memory, Nan Yiyi has always been a simple and low-key woman, always wearing white skirts at home, sweaters and black trousers in winter.

He rarely sees Nan Yiyi dressed up in flamboyant fashion.

The beautiful and elegant suit skirt, worn on Nan Yiyi's face, also matched her charm. Presumably, when she was young, with a little dress up, she was also a beautiful beauty.

That's right, ugly parents cannot give birth to such a handsome and handsome man.

After Nan Yiyi saw how indifferent Yan Jiang looked when she looked at herself, she felt dull in her heart.

This child still hates her after all.

Gently closing the door, Nan Yiyi walked slowly to Yan Jiang, not daring to sit down. Yan Jiang poured a cup of tea for Nan Yiyi and pushed it to the other side. Then he raised his head and said to Nan Yiyi, "Sit down, Ms. Nan, this is your place."

With this sound, Ms. Nan directly called Nan Yiyi's heartbreak, and her face became difficult to look.

But she did not dare to criticize.

Nan Yiyi still sat down. She sat upright, with a straight back, like a good student facing the dean.

Only in front of Yan Jiang can Nan Yiyi be too ashamed to lift it up.

Picking up the hot tea, Nan Yiyi's fingertips gradually returned to warmth. She took a sip of tea, and then called out Yan Jiang's name nervously. "Jiang Jiang."

"Ok."

Seeing that Yan Jiang was still willing to take care of himself anyway, Nan Yi was uneasy, and then he relaxed a little.

Nan Yiyi looked at Yan Jiang's face greedily. She had seen this face on computers, mobile phones, advertising posters and TV, but she still felt different when she looked at her children up close. .

I can't see enough.

Nan Yiyi smiled slightly, her expression a bit cramped, and she said, "Jiang Jiang, you look better than when you were a kid."

Yan Jiang didn't want to perform a mother-child drama with Nan Yiyi.

His lips evoked a mockery, and curiously said to Nan Yiyi: "Ms. Nan, I have a question I want to ask you."

This Ms. Nan, although it was uncomfortable, Nan Yiyi was very happy when her son was willing to come to see her.

Nan Yiyi maintained an elegant and calm smile and told Yan Jiang: "You can ask me if you have any questions."

Yan Jiang put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his head, and stared at Nan Yiyi with those beautiful and vivid peach eyes. He said, "Since you mentioned my childhood, then I would like to ask. Ms. Nan still remembers how long I was when I was a child. Like?"

Nan Yiyi was startled, a little embarrassed.

This child is beautiful, but he has long slender and sharp thorns.

Every thorn was stuck in her flesh.

Nan Yiyi's heart throbbed slightly, and her mouth seemed to be stitched together by stitches, unable to open her mouth to answer Yan Jiang's question.

Yan Jiang leaned against the back of his chair with his legs up, his eyes fell on Nan Yiyi's white lips, and Yan Jiang felt only grief and anger in his heart. He said: "The year you left me, I was only 12 years old, still a child who had not graduated from elementary school. Now, I am almost 27 years old, and I can talk to people about marriage."

Nan Yiyi bit her lip with her teeth, unable to refute Yan Jiang's words.

He said again: "My father abandoned me, you also abandoned me, and grandma also abandoned me later. Why doesn't everyone want me?"

I don't know what Yan Jiang said that hit Nan Yiyi's sadness, and Nan Yiyi burst into tears suddenly.

"Jiang Jiang!" Nan Yiyi cried, her nose fell and soiled the makeup on her face.

She covered her face with her hands, crying to Yan Jiang and said, "Jiang Jiang, it's mother who can't help you, but mother can't help it. You don't know, after your father abandons our mother and son, I will be obliged to go out to buy some food. Those strangers talked a lot."

Nan Yiyi learned the tone of those people and said in a weird manner: "Look, that woman is the daughter-in-law of the Li family. Her husband abandoned his wife and children and ran away with a pervert!"

"Even my husband couldn't stand it, and he was snatched away by a pervert. It was a laugh."

"Is it because she is too rigid in that way and can't satisfy her man, so she would rather find a pervert than live with her..."

Nan Yiyi raised his head and wiped tears.

Her expression was very painful. She pressed her chest and said with tears: "During that time, I would be told wherever I went. It was your father who did the wrong thing, but I was the one who was hurt by words!"

"I really can't stand it anymore, that place is a cage and a stage for me, and I am the clown who was put on a high platform and was laughed at!"

Nan Yiyi is oppressed by life and can't stand it anymore, so she can only escape from reality.

Yan Jiang smiled bitterly and asked Nan Yiyi: "You ran away if you wanted to. What about me?"

Those peach blossom eyes gradually turned red, and the eyes shone with water. Yan Jiang said, "You are the wife abandoned by your husband, but I am a perverted son. You are gone, you are free, but I have to carry another charge of ‘a child who doesn’t even want his mother’."

"You can escape, you are free, what about me? Where can I escape?"

Yan Jiang became more excited as he spoke. He clenched his teeth and tightened his muscles, not allowing himself to cry in front of Nan Yiyi.

Yan Jiang's eyes were deep and gloomy. He said, "Mom, if I had known that I would be abandoned all my life, I really hope you would not give birth to me in the first place."

"I am like a lonely wild ghost." My parents are alive, but no one loves them.

Nan Yiyi cried out of breath and couldn't speak. The two mountains of guilt and self-blame were pressed on her back, and she bent down.

Covering her face, Nan Yiyi cried and apologized: "Jiang Jiang, it's my mother that I am sorry for you!"

Hearing Nan Yiyi's apology, Yan Jiang was indifferent.

How can Nan Yiyi erase the lonely life that has been ridiculed and run for so many years?

Yan Jiang couldn't forgive Nan Yiyi. Looking at her crying mother, Yan Jiang finally asked the sentence: "Why didn't you take me away? Do you think I am a cumbersome and prevent you from remarrying?"

Hearing this, Nan Yiyi shook his head straight.

She cried and said, "No Jiang Jiang, you have never been a cumbersome, I'm just afraid that you will have a bad life with me. At that time, my mother was a housewife, and I couldn't even support myself. How dare I take you with me? I can’t let you endure hardship with me!"

Yan Jiang shook his head, "You never understand, what I want."

What he is afraid of is not suffering, what he is afraid of being an orphan, no one loves it!

What he is afraid of is loneliness!

Yan Jiang asked again: "I'll endure hardship with you. If I follow an old man who has poor eyesight and walks with crutches, will I stop suffering?"

Nan Yiyi was speechless when asked by Yan Jiang.

"After all, you still dislike me." Yan Jiang knew all these things.

Nan Yiyi blushed with shame.

Yan Jiang suddenly said, "The night you ran away, I was awake."

Nan Yiyi raised her head in astonishment, and subconsciously said, "Why, I obviously put you to a good sleep..." Realizing that what she was going to say next was how rebellious to a mother, Nan Yiyi quickly covered it. I closed my mouth, no face, and continued.

Yan Jiang laughed mockingly, and asked her, "Are you sleeping pills?"

Nan Yiyi's face was pale, and even her tears were frightened back.

Yan Jiang said, "I saw it."

"What..." Nan Yiyi couldn't figure out what Yan Jiang meant, and asked, "What did you see?"

Yan Jiang said blankly, saying: "I saw you hiding in the kitchen, secretly pouring sleeping pills powder into my bowl. You hold a pair of chopsticks and mix them evenly..."

Nan Yiyi listened blankly, as if silly.

"I ate that bowl of rice to reassure you. While you were going to wash the dishes, I turned around and went to the toilet to induce vomiting."

Yan Jiang carefully recalled the scene of that night, because after too many years, Yan Jiang's memory is not very clear.

He slowly said what he remembered.

"That night, I lay in my room, closed my eyes, and listened to you quietly packing things in the next room. I heard you open the door to the living room, as if you were flipping things. I got up, Hiding in a dark room, across a door, I saw you looking for a passbook in the TV cabinet in the living room."

Nan Yiyi was stunned.

What Yan Jiang said was exactly the same as what she did that night!

He really saw it!

A child, hiding in the dark, secretly observing his mother packing her luggage, looking for her passbook and ran away from home, how desperate and indignant he is!

Nan Yiyi began to fidget and face Yan Jiang again.

"You don't know." Yan Jiang looked at Nan Yiyi as sitting on a needle blanket. Yan Jiang grinned wickedly, with a cunning smile. He said, "I hid the passbook. ."

Nan Yiyi was a little surprised.

No passbook was found that night, Nan Yiyi thought that the passbook was taken away by her mother-in-law.

It turned out that Yan Jiang did it.

"When my dad ran away, he still knew to throw some money at home. You are even better than him. You want to steal the money."

Speaking of those past events, Yan Jiang himself felt that his life experience was miserable, and he could write a sad novel.

He took out the cigarette from his pocket, took a cigarette, bit it in his mouth and lit it, vomiting mist in front of Nan Yinyin.

In the smoke, Yan Jiang's face was extremely beautiful, but it was full of sadness.

He just raised his head slightly, staring at Nan Yiyi arrogantly, with mockery, disdain, and contempt in his eyes.

Nan Yiyi had no place to show himself in front of Yan Jiang.

She entangled her hands uncomfortably, and whispered in defense, "I didn't plan to take all the money away, I just want to get a little travel and living expenses."

"Don't lie, you obviously want to steal all your belongings." Yan Jiang knew in his heart that a woman who could abandon her son would naturally do the act of stealing all her family savings.

Nan Yiyi's voice suddenly rose, "I really don't have that idea!"

"Mom, can you stop deceiving yourself? It's not that difficult to admit that you are a selfish woman." After all these years, Yan Jiang has seen through Nan Yiyi's true face.

Nan Yiyi still felt dissatisfied. She said, "Abandoning you is indeed what I did wrong. But I am not really indifferent to you. When you were in middle and high school, I also sent you a few Money!"

Sending money to Yan Jiang became a trace of comfort in Nan Yiyi's heart.

She said, "I still love you in my heart, Jiang Jiang!"

Yan Jiang sneered, "Yes, you sent me a total of 50,000 yuan, and it is still buried in the burial mound I set up for you." Yan Jiang bit the cigarette butt, stretched out his hands, and opened his palms to compare the thickness. Said: "Fifty thousand yuan is a lot, about the thickness of two tofu."

Yan Jiang exaggeratedly said, "Really, I have never seen more than 50,000 yuan in my life."

Nan Yiyi was shocked by Yan Jiang's rebellious words.

"Yi, Yi Guan Tomb?" I don't know if it is because of anger or fear, Nan Yiyi's voice has been raised a lot, and it is sharp and ear-piercing. "I'm not dead yet, what do you set up for me!"

Yan Jiang sneered.

"In my heart, Yan Rufeng and Nan Yiyi died in 2006. At any rate, how can I not erect a monument to my parents? I can't find the dead body, and there should be one in the cloak."

Looking at Nan Yiyi amusedly, Yan Jiang asked her, "Don't you think?"

This made Nan Yiyi's hair terrifying.

She was so angry that her neck became thicker, and she seemed to be yelling at Yan Jiang, but she did not know what she was afraid of, so she tolerated it again.

Nan Yiyi drank the cup of tea to calm his heartbeat.

When she spoke again, Nan Yiyi spoke in a gentle and gentle tone, "Jiang Jiang, blame your father for the blame, he forced me!" Nan Yiyi hated Yan Rufeng more than the surging river.

It's not wrong to push all the black pots on Yan Rufeng.

Yan Jiang said nothing.

Nan Yiyi suddenly laughed. She said affectionately: "It is not easy for Jiangjiang to visit Fengcheng. It's too late. Look, let's go to my house tonight. Stay a few more days. I haven't Seeing you, I want to be with you too."

Yan Jiang refused: "I booked a room at the hotel."

"Then..." Nan Yiyi glanced at Yan Jiang timidly. Seeing that his mood was still calm, Nan Yiyi boldly invited him: "Well then, will you come to my house for dinner tomorrow?" "

"I remember that when Jiang Jiang was a child, he liked the dishes his mother cooked the most. Tomorrow he will let his mother cook you a meal too. You think it has fulfilled my wish, will you succeed?"

Nan Yiyi's cautious look made Yan Jiang unable to refuse cruelly.

This person is still his mother after all.

She was guilty, but she gave birth to him and raised him for twelve years.

The grace of nurturing cannot be completely ignored.

Furthermore, if it weren't for Yan Rufeng's first and other shocking behavior, which caused Nan Yiyi to turn his eyes and be discouraged, the relationship between their mother and child would not be as ugly as it is now.

"talk later."

Nan Yiyi acquiesced to Cheng Yanjiang's agreement, and immediately became excited.

Early the next morning, Nan Yiyi got up early and went to the seafood market to buy a lot of seafood and chicken paws. When he was young, Yan Jiang's favorite food was Nan Yiyi's braised chicken feet and onion scrambled eggs.

Back home, Nan Yiyi took a picture of the chicken feet, sent it to Yan Jiang's text message by MMS, and left a message saying: [Jiangjiang, don’t you like to eat the braised chicken feet I made the most? Mom bought a pound of chicken feet , You come to have a meal at home at noon today, okay? 】

She sent another text message with her home address.

Yan Jiang did not sleep well all night and woke up early. After receiving Nan Yiyi's text message, he hesitated for a long time, finally changed his clothes, put on a mask and went to Nan Yiyi's home.

Hearing the door bell, Nan Yiyi quickly took off his gloves and ran over to open the door in surprise. Seeing that the person standing outside was really Yan Jiang, Nan Yiyi spread a sincere and happy smile on his face.

"Jiang Jiang, come in quickly."

Nan Yiyi pulled Yan Jiang into the house, only to find a bunch of beautifully packaged carnations on the corner of the door.

Nan Yiyi glanced at Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang's ears were red and he lowered his head to change shoes.

Nan Yiyi felt warm, she walked out of the door, bent down and picked up the carnations on the ground into the house. Yan Jiang changed his shoes and raised his head, seeing Nan Yiyi holding a handful of carnations and looking at him with a smile on his face, his expression very moved.

Yan Jiang wanted to explain it clearly: "I didn't buy it. I don't know who put it at the door."

Nan Yiyi endured a smile and nodded, "Well, it may be the community property that brings warmth."

Yan Jiang: "..."

"Ok."

Yan Jiang walked into Nan Yiyi's home, and saw that she lived in a three-bedroom house, which was very clean and there were no traces of a man's life. He couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Is she not married?

Yan Jiang has never investigated Nan Yiyi, and does not know what life she is now.

In high school, Nan Yiyi once wrote letters to Yan Jiang, sent money, and told Yan Jiang his home address. Nan Yiyi has no face to go to see Yan Jiang again, telling Yan Jiang his family, and also hope that one day Yan Jiang will come to see her on his own initiative.

Yan Jiang stared at the overly clean house. He asked Nan Yiyi in surprise, "Have you not been married all these years?"

Nan Yiyi shook his head, "No."

Yan Jiang asked: "Why not get married?"

Nan Yiyi: "It's boring, marriage is exhausting."

Thinking that it was the marriage that year, Nan Yiyi was hurt all over her body, so she no longer dared to touch her marriage easily, and Yan Jiang didn't ask any more about these things.

Entering the house, Yan Jiang sat on the sofa, Nan Yiyi turned on the TV for him, and graciously brought him a plate of cut fruits.

Everything is fine and polite, just like entertaining guests.

And they are actually a mother and child.

"The meal is ready, I'll take it out now." Nan Yiyi brought the food to the table, took off his apron, and beckoned to Yan Jiang, "Jiang Jiang, come over and eat."

Yan Jiang turned off the TV, got up and walked to the restaurant.

Seeing the table full of dishes he likes to eat, Yan Jiang's eyes are slightly hot.

He sat down and just picked up the bowl, Nan Yiyi couldn't wait to grab a chicken claw for him. "You like this the most. I put pepper and chili, you can try it."

"Well, thank you."

Yan Jiang took a bite of the braised chicken feet. The spicy and soft braised chicken feet were so delicious that they made people want to cry.

"How about it, how is your mother's craftsmanship?" Nan Yiyi asked him expectantly.

Yan Jiang lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice, "I don't remember the taste of chicken feet I ate before." It's been more than ten years, and the taste buds have long forgotten the deliciousness.

Nan Yiyi's smiling face was slightly stiff and solidified on his face.

She sat down awkwardly, and occasionally glanced at Yan Jiang, her expression a little disturbed, like a child who said something wrong.

Yan Jiang slumped his head to eat, and did not take the initiative to say anything.

Nan Yiyi was reluctant to waste every minute and every second of staying with Yan Jiang, she found something and said, "I think you are wearing a ring, are you engaged?"

Yan Jiang glanced at the ring on his middle finger, he hummed, "I'm engaged."

"Fiancée, is that the female virus expert who has been on Weibo hot search with you before? Is it...Song Fei?" Nan Yiyi has been following Yan Jiang all the time. Last year, something big happened to Yan Jiang, Nan Yiyi knows all about it.

Yan Jiang's high-profile pursuit of virus expert Song Fei has also caused shocks.

Yan Jiang finally raised his head, looking at Nan Yiyi, and asked, "Do you know her?"

When he saw his son mentioned Song Fei, his eyes clearly lit up. Nan Yiyi smiled and said, "Why don’t you know. The incident between Song Fei and the chairman of Chaoyang Company last year caused a lot of trouble. Let’s be here in Fengcheng. Everyone was talking about it during that time."

"That's it."

Nan Yiyi felt that Song Fei's name was familiar, she thought about it, and said uncertainly to Yan Jiangxun, "Song Fei this girl..."

Yan Jiang looked up and looked at her questioningly, "What's the matter?" Yan Jiang thought that Nan Yiyi was not satisfied with Song Fei, and his voice became colder.

Nan Yiyi saw Yan Jiang's dislike, and she knew that Yan Jiang had misunderstood.

Nan Yiyi quickly explained: "I don't mean anything else. I like the girl you like. I just want to ask you, is Song Fei the girl who lived next to our house back then? It's the twin girls. Which one is not? There is a particularly smart and withdrawn girl? Is it Song Fei? Huh, is Song Fei a sister or a younger sister?"

Yan Jiang's expression was slightly slow, and then he said, "My sister is called Song Fei, and my sister is called Song Ci."

"I can't distinguish their names. I remember you didn't talk much when you were young, but now you are a couple." Nan Yiyi's face was full of a running smile. "When did you like other girls?"

Yan Jiang's face was blushing, and he muttered, "After my grandma passed away, I became close to the next door. Song Fei is very nice and not at all withdrawn. He often helped me at that time."

Hearing Yan Jiang's intention to defend Song Fei, Nan Yiyi smiled ambiguously before saying, "Then I can rest assured."

After dinner, Nan Yiyi kept Yan Jiang for dinner.

Yan Jiang took three days off this time, and had nothing to do, so he stayed.

He was actually reluctant to leave, even if Nan Yiyi abandoned him back then, he hated her in his heart, but at the same time, he also loved her.

No child can bear to refuse a mother's invitation.

Sitting on the sofa, Nan Yiyi asked about Yan Jiang's current work, "What are you doing now?"

"Be a forensic doctor."

"That's great, I remember you learned this in college."

"You know?" Yan Jiang asked.

Nan Yiyi hummed embarrassedly. She said, "Of course I know, and I have secretly returned to see you a few times."

"Oh."

Yan Jiang's expression was faint, but his heart was very happy.

It turned out that Nan Yiyi still had her own in her heart.

This recognition made Yan Jiang feel a little warmer.

Song Fei knew that Yan Jiang was going to Nan Yiyi's house for dinner, and he was worried about the situation there, so he sent Yan Jiang a greeting message during the break.

Ah Fei: [How is the progress? 】

Yan Jiang glanced at Nan Yiyi, who was washing fruits in the kitchen, and told Song Fei: [Good progress. I had lunch and chatted for a long time. She asked me to stay for dinner. 】

Song Fei: [Then have dinner, it is not easy to meet each other. 】

Yan Jiang: [Good. 】

Nan Yiyi brought the washed crystal grapes over. Seeing Yan Jiang's eyes softly looking at the phone and his fingers quickly typing on the screen, she knew in her heart. "It's chatting with Song Fei."

Yan Jiang put away the phone and gave a hum.

"I want to sleep for a while." Yan Jiang has recently developed the habit of taking a nap, sleeping for a quarter of an hour.

Nan Yiyi said: "There is a guest room in my house, with sheets already laid out. Come, I'll take you there."

Nan Yiyi took Yan Jiang into the guest room.

The sheets are sea blue.

When Yan Jiang was a child, he liked a sea-blue sailing four-piece sheet. After sleeping for several years, he washed too many times and changed the color when it turned white.

Looking at the dark blue bedding, Yan Jiang's nose was a little sore.

"I'm asleep, you can rest too."

"it is good."

After Nan Yiyi left, Yan Jiang lay down on the bed and successfully fell asleep.

Yan Jiang wakes up and finds Nan Yiyi is not in the living room, so he thinks Nan Yiyi is sleeping in the master bedroom. He turned on the TV, picked a movie of interest and watched it.

Towards the end of the movie, the door was suddenly opened from outside.

Yan Jiang turned his head in amazement and was a little surprised when he saw Nan Yiyi. "Are you out?"

Nan Yiyi put down the bream in her hand. She said, "Yes, I thought you would sleep a little longer, so I went out to buy some vegetables."

"I take a nap, usually only half an hour."

Yan Jiang continued to watch TV while Nan Yiyi cooked braised bream in the kitchen.

Smelling the sweet and sour scent, Yan Jiang couldn't help turning around and staring in the direction of the kitchen.

Nan Yiyi is very serious about cooking. She cuts every side dish beautifully, and the dishes made are very delicate and delicious.

Yan Jiang retracted his gaze, took a grape and threw it into his mouth, thinking: Is this the feeling of being taken care of by his mother?

After dinner, Yan Jiang left.

Nan Yiyi was reluctant to leave, and personally sent him downstairs, watching Yan Jiang drive away, and then reluctantly walked back into the building and returned home.

Yan Jiang is unfamiliar with the nearby road conditions and is used to navigating with his mobile phone.

Realizing that the phone might have been dropped at Nan Yiyi's house, Yan Jiang had to turn back to her house to get it.

Yan Jiang rang the doorbell and waited for a while before Nan Yiyi came to open the door.

A look of surprise appeared on Nan Yiyi's face when he saw Yan Jiang who had returned. "Jiang Jiang, why are you back again?"

Yan Jiang said, "My cell phone may be in your house. I'll look for it."

"okay."

Yan Jiang looked around on the sofa but didn't find it. After thinking about it, he went to the guest bedroom. He remembered that he had put his phone on the bedside table before going to bed.

Did it fall to the ground?

Yan Jiang knelt on the wooden floor and glanced down at the bottom of the bed. He really saw his mobile phone. But at the same time, he also saw a pair of AJ men's shoes.

Yan Jiang reached out and picked up the phone. He stared at the shoes for a while before he got up and walked out of the room calmly.

Out of the room, Yan Jiang stuffed the phone into his pocket.

Nan Yiyi saw his movements and asked him, "Where did the phone drop?"

Yan Jiang said, "Put it under the pillow."

"Just find it."

It was already half past eight in the evening, and Nan Yiyi invited Yan Jiang to stay overnight, "Jiang Jiang, or just stay with mom tonight."

"No." Yan Jiang refused simply and quickly.

Being rejected mercilessly by Yan Jiang, Nan Yiyi was stunned, and his eyes gradually became disappointed.

She lowered her head dejectedly and let out a listless cry.

Yan Jiang glanced at her, then turned and left.

Back in the car, Yan Jiang touched his finger on the steering wheel, and he suddenly sent a WeChat message to a colleague in charge of intelligence in the bureau.

Yan Jiang: [Brother Jun, can you help me investigate someone? 】

Brother Jun: [Who? 】

Yan Jiang: [My mother, Nan Yiyi, lives in Fengcheng now. Mainly investigate her love life and family situation. 】

Those AJ men's shoes are the favorite shoes of young boys.

Yan Jiang suspected that Nan Yiyi had lied to him, that she was not living alone at all, there were people hidden in her family. Knowing that Yan Jiang was coming, she deliberately prepared in advance and deliberately created the illusion of living alone.

Why did Nan Yiyi do this?

If you don't investigate clearly, Yan Jiang will not be relieved.

Brother Jun: [OK, I will give you the result tomorrow. 】

Yan Jiang: [Thanks, I will invite you to dinner later. 】

When Yan Jiang returned to the hotel, he first sent a text message to Song Fei. After learning that Song Fei was not busy, he called Song Fei a video.

Fu Hanshen’s lover, Shen Zhiyi, retired some time ago. Recently, he is planning to change to a retirement job. He has nothing to do these days, so he is studying some strange things at home.

Song Fei lives in Fu Hanshen's home. She is standing in the kitchen of Fu Hanshen's home and is studying steaming cakes with her master Shen Zhiyi.

Two kitchen idiots were about to steam cakes, and Fu Hanshen watched them with horror.

The phone in his pocket rang, Song Fei washed his hands and connected to Yan Jiang's video.

She took her phone back to the room, went to bed, and asked Yan Jiang, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Yan Jiang said, "How do you tell?"

"feel."

"Yes, in a bad mood."

Song Fei sat up, took a serious look at him, and then asked with concern, "What happened? You quarreled with your mother?"

"That's not true, I suspect she is hiding something from me."

"Oh?" Song Fei narrowed his eyes and asked him, "Is the matter big or small?"

"not sure."

"Tell me what you are thinking. I am not the roundworm in your stomach. I can't guess, and I don't like to guess."

Yan Jiang pondered for a moment before telling Song Fei his worries.

"I went to her house today and saw that her house is very clean and there are only women's items in the house. She told me that she was not married and spent the years alone. I naturally have no doubts."

"Well, what then?"

Yan Jiang: "I slept in the guest room at noon and lost my mobile phone and dropped it under the bed. After leaving her house at night, I discovered that the mobile phone was dropped. I went back to the house to find the mobile phone, but under the bed, I saw a pair Men's AJ shoes."

Song Fei narrowed his eyes.

"There are men in her family, and he's still a young man." Song Fei sneered with her lips curled, and said, "In all likelihood, it is her son."

Yan Jiang's eyebrows jumped. "how do you say?"

"Boys who like AJ shoes, there are very few middle-aged and old people, most likely a young boy. Your mother should not be able to raise a little white face, so that person is her child in all likelihood."

Seeing Yan Jiang frowned, looking sad and deceived, Song Fei couldn't bear it, so he said, "You wait for me to check."

"it is good."

Now in the Internet society, a person’s social relationships can be easily investigated through the Internet.

Song Fei first hacked Nan Yiyi's home computer and found that the content browsed on her fixed desktop computer was only the content of the emotional interest of boys. Such as the same Internet celebrities, luxury cars, AJ shoes, Maria Ozawa...

Song Fei looked at that person's photo album again and found many photos in the photo album. Nan Yiyi also appeared in the photos.

One of the photos was a photo of a boy who graduated from the college entrance examination. Nan Yiyi was dressed beautifully and was held on his shoulders by the boy. The two looked a bit similar, and looked like a mother and a child.

Nan Yiyi has a son who is not young.

Real hammer!

"I found it." Song Fei said, copying those photos and sending them to Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang opened the chat box and saw the photos sent by Song Fei.

Seeing that young boy, Yan Jiang was sure that he was Nan Yiyi's child, because they were like a mother and a child.

Yan Jiang narrowed his eyes.

Nan Yiyi lied.

She may indeed not be married, but she has a son.

The son is not too young and has already gone to college.

Why did Nan Yiyi hide the existence of that son from herself?

Are you afraid that you will be jealous if you know? Will be angry?

Yan Jiang always feels that things are not that simple.

"Can you find out the identity of that boy for me?"

Song Fei began to talk about the conditions: "Yes, but next time I'm in bed, I must take the lead." Yan Jiang is usually very obedient. With her head in sight, Song Fei told him to go east to Yanjiang and dare not go west.

But in bed, Yan Jiang was unreasonable.

Yan Jiang was stunned before he compromised, "Just once."

Song Fei: "Huh!"

Song Fei began to check the information. I don't know what was found. At first, her brows were still flat. Gradually, she frowned, her expression a bit solemn.

At last--

"Fuck!"

Song Fei scolded, "Snake-hearted woman, she's so sick!"

Yan Jiang raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Even if the person scolded for being snake-hearted was his mother, Yan Jiang was not angry.

He looked at Song Fei's angry look, and thought Song Fei was so cute, like a little pufferfish.

"What did you find?"

Song Fei took a deep breath and issued an order to Yan Jiang: "Immediately set off to look at the East City, and in the future, let me stay away from that stupid Nan Yiyi. If you dare to be soft to her, I will smoke you."

After a pause, Song Fei added: "Pump with a belt."

Yan Jiang swallowed silently, and then asked her, "What did you find out?"

"Your mother is indeed not married." Song Fei said.

Yan Jiang raised his eyebrows, thinking that Song Fei's next sentence might be surprising.

Sure enough, Song Fei did not disappoint. She said: "But she is a three, and secretly gave birth to a son to that man. The mall under your mother's name is the property that the man compensates for their mother and son.

Yan Jiang: "..."

Unexpectedly, Nan Yiyi's identity as a strong woman came out by climbing a bed.

Yan Jiang felt a little uncomfortable.

No child can accept such a disdainful woman who has lost the three moral values.

Today, Yan Jiang was indeed moved by Nan Yiyi's sugar-coated strategy.

However, perhaps it was because she had long lost expectations of Nan Yiyi and realized her true selfishness and indifference. After Yan Jiang heard what Song Fei said, he was only a little surprised and surprised, but he had no other feelings.

And his heart to Nan Yiyi's resurgence was calmed down again.

"Anything else?" It's just that, Song Fei will not be so angry, but will eat melon curiously.

Song Fei sneered, "Her son is quite smart, good grades, and talented in business. But Huiji will hurt. Your brother was diagnosed with leukemia last year. And you."

Song Fei's eyes were particularly cold. She said: "I went to check the hospital where your brother is located, and found all the examination report files that your brother had done. I found a bone marrow matching table..."

Yan Jiang narrowed his eyes, vaguely guessing the next development.

Sure enough, Song Fei said, "Your bone marrow is extremely consistent with your brother. Nan Yiyi wants to use your bone marrow to save your brother!"

"Fuck!" Song Fei was not angry, and said cursingly: "It's not a thing. I abandon you back then and still have the attention of hitting your bone marrow! It's really a cheeky."

Song Fei was so angry that he turned off the computer, glared at Yan Jiang, and ordered him: "Hurry up and go back to the East City overnight!"

After a brief loss of consciousness, Yan Jiang was brought back to his sanity by Song Fei's scolding.

He looked at Song Fei, who was filled with righteous indignation, suddenly raised his lips, and said emotionally: "It's true that you are the only one who is good to me.

Song Fei: "Don't, I have impure motives."

Yan Jiang was stunned and asked her: "What are you drawing?"

Song Fei stared at Yan Jiang's face and the **** sultry collarbone looming under his shirt. She fell on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and sighed: "I am greedy for your handsome face and charming body."

Yan Jiang was stunned, then smiled.

After Song Fei said that, she felt that she was so showy, so she didn't have the face to continue talking with Yan Jiang, so she hung up the video.

The smile on Yan Jiang's mouth quickly disappeared.

Want his bone marrow?

Yan Jiang sneered.

Let alone bone marrow, even the dandruff in his hair will not give Nan Yiyi a piece!