Let You Be A Cannon Fodder, And You Catch The Heroine Easily?

Jiang Feng didn't move.

You can guess who is coming with your toes.

Jingle Bell--

The doorbell continued to ring again.

"What are you doing, you kid..." Song Lin looked at Jiang Feng who was motionless, and had no choice but to open the door herself.

"mom."

Jiang Feng suddenly stopped her.

"What's the matter, son?" Song Lin stopped and turned around.

Under the light, Jiang Feng's face was dark and unclear.

"About the divorce, Mom, you won't change your mind, will you? I've already found a lawyer for you. We must recover the divorce property. You will go to the bank tomorrow for the mortgage loan you paid."

The light was slightly warm, but Jiang Feng's whole body seemed to be surrounded by a cold air, and his eyes were full of dark and sullen aura that couldn't be resolved.

"He subsidizes others, it makes no sense for us to pay for him!"

Song Lin was stunned for a moment. Seeing her son's suppressed anger, she was shocked.

The Jiang Feng in front of her was very different from the son she remembered.

The son in my memory will always be Yang's smiling face with sunshine, and his whole body is full of happiness.

But I don't know when it started...

The son has changed.

He hadn't laughed in a long time.

He became more and more sensitive, more and more tantrums.

Like a sensitive hedgehog, stab others and hurt yourself.

But only Song Lin knew that he didn't read books, deliberately failed in exams, and even dyed his hair just to attract his father's attention.

Song Lin was very distressed.

How does she pay attention to her son, but when his son grows up, he needs his father.

She could only endure for her son.

Even, the son's only wish is to hope that his father can cook him a bowl of noodles.

But for so many years, every year, Jiang Jiandang has been accompanying other people's children.

In the past, the wind was so sunny, and the results were so good!

Does he want more?

He didn't want much at all.

Now, Song Lin clearly understood one thing from Jiang Feng's eyes——

He doesn't need his father anymore.

"Mom won't."

Song Lin's nose was sour, she walked over and hugged Jiang Feng distressedly, "Don't worry, son, you will always be number one in mother's heart. If you want to recover the money and file a lawsuit, mother will listen to you!"

"it is good."

...

Jiang Jiandang outside the door looked at the closed door and paced impatiently at the door.

He has already come in person, what else does this woman want?

He straightened his clothes nervously and coughed a few times.

"Song Lin, open the door! I'm the founding party!"

"Song Lin! Hurry up and open the door!"

There was no movement inside.

There were footsteps, but there was no intention to open the door.

Jiang Jiandang was not happy.

He came by himself!

What else does she want! ?

Just when he lost his patience and was about to knock on the door, the door opened with a creak.

"What are you doing here?"

Behind the door is Song Lin's gentle face.

Her hair was in a low ponytail, she wore an apron, and her clothes were clean.

After a few days of not seeing her, her complexion seemed to be getting better.

Suddenly, Jiang Jiandang felt the slightest waves in his heart.

In fact, remarriage is also good.

"Such a small place, okay, don't be angry, I'll pick you up."

Jiang Jiandang coughed a few times and held his head high, as if to reward her, "We've been married for so many years, what are we talking about divorce? It's been like this for half my life, and you're really acting like a son!"

Bullshit?

Song Lin laughed angrily, "I don't think my son is a nonsense. If it wasn't for my son, I would have divorced you long ago. I don't need to come here if I have nothing to do in the future. I have already found a lawyer for the divorce."

Slap - Song Lin wanted to close the door.

"Wait a moment!"

Jiang Jiandang stretched out his hand to block the door, and the whole person squeezed in.

As soon as he entered, he was stunned.

The house in front of me has been tidied up very warmly.

The small dining table was covered with a floral tablecloth.

The aroma of the food is tangy.

The kitchen stove is clean.

Although the house is small, it is full of the smell of home.

Suddenly, Jiang Jiandang regretted it.

"Linlin." Jiang Jiandang softened his tone, "Let's not divorce, if you don't like me sponsoring He Minglang's child... I'll pay attention in the future..."

He has bowed his head so much, is it okay?

For Jiang Jiandang, he had never apologized to Song Lin before.

Now he is very aggrieved.

Song Lin: ? ? ?

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

What's wrong with this man?

What kind of confidence gave him the illusion?

"What are you still doing there?"

Jiang Jiandang walked up to the dining table and said confidently, "Serve me with food, I'm hungry. I've agreed to all your conditions, you should be satisfied? I don't care about your move out during this time. Let's live a good life in the future. Twenty percent of my salary will be used for your living in the future, and the rest of the money will be used to support Mingming. After all, they are still children. They are very pitiful. ."