Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Yan Jiang slowly raised his head, looking through the light at the woman behind the door.

Yan Jiang was in a daze.

In my memory, Nan Yiyi has always been a simple and low-key woman. She always likes to wear a white skirt at home and a sweater and black trousers in winter.

He rarely saw Nan Yiyi dressed up and dressed up.

The beautiful and elegant suit skirt, when worn on Nan Yiyi, still makes her charming. Presumably when she was young, with a little dressing up, she was also a famous beauty.

That's right, ugly parents couldn't give birth to a handsome and handsome man like him.

After Nan Yiyi saw clearly how cold Yan Jiang's eyes were when he looked at her, she felt a dull pain in her heart.

This child still hated 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 her to the opposite side. Then he raised his head and said to Nan Yiyi, "Sit down, Ms. Nan, this is your territory."

This shout from Ms. Nan made Nan Yiyi's heart break and her face became ugly.

But she didn't dare to complain.

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

Only in front of Yan Jiang would Nan Yiyi be so ashamed that she couldn't even lift her head.

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 anxiously. "Jiang Jiang."

"Um."

Seeing that Yan Jiang was still willing to pay attention to her, Nan Yiyi relaxed slightly from her uneasy heart.

Nan Yiyi looked at Yan Jiang's face lustfully. Even though she had seen this face on computers, mobile phones, advertising posters and TV, the feeling of looking at her child up close was still different. .

Can't get enough of it.

Nan Yiyi smiled slightly, her expression a little awkward, and she said, "Jiang Jiang, you look better than when you were a child."

Yan Jiang didn't want to perform a scene of mother-son affection with Nan Yiyi.

He raised his lips in a mocking manner and said to Nan Yiyi curiously: "Ms. Nan, I have a question to ask you."

Although Ms. Nan sounded uncomfortable, Nan Yiyi was very happy when her son was willing to come and see her.

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

Yan Jiang put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his head, and stared at Nan Yiyi with a half-smile with his beautiful and expressive peach blossom eyes. He said: "Since you mentioned my childhood, let me ask, does Ms. Nan still remember what I grew up with when I was a child?" What's it like?"

Nan Yiyi was stunned, a little embarrassed.

This child is beautiful, but he has slender and sharp thorns all over his body.

Every thorn dug into her flesh.

Nan Yiyi's heart throbbed slightly, and her mouth felt like it was being sewn together by needle and thread, unable to open her mouth to answer Yan Jiang's question.

Yan Jiang crossed his legs and leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes falling on Nan Yi's pale lips. Yan Jiang felt only sadness and anger in his heart. He said: "The year you left me, I was only 12 years old, and I was still a child who had not graduated from elementary school. Now, I am almost 27 years old, and I am old enough to talk about marriage with others."

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

He added: "My father abandoned me, you abandoned me, and then my grandma also abandoned me. Why doesn't everyone want me?"

I don't know which of Yan Jiang's words touched Nan Yiyi's sadness, and Nan Yiyi suddenly broke down and cried.

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

She covered her face with her hands and cried to Yan Jiang: "Jiang Jiang, it's my mother who can't help you, but there's nothing she can do about it. You don't know that after your father abandoned our mother and son, I was arrested even when I went out to buy groceries. The strangers were talking a lot.”

Nan Yi followed the tone of those people and said angrily: "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!"

"I can't even look down on my own husband, and he is snatched away by a pervert. It's ridiculous."

"So I would rather find a pervert than live with her."

Nan Yiyi raised her head and wiped her tears.

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

"I really couldn't stand it anymore. That place was a cage and a stage for me, and I was just a clown who was put on a high platform and laughed at!"

Nan Yiyi was oppressed by life and couldn't bear it anymore, so she could only escape from reality.

Yan Jiang smiled bitterly and asked Nan Yiyi: "You can run away if you want. What about me?"

Those peach blossom eyes gradually turned crimson, with water shining in them. Yan Jiang said: "You are the wife who was abandoned by her husband, but I am the perverted son. You left and you are free, but I still have to bear the charge of being a 'child who doesn't even want his mother'."

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

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

Yan Jiang's eyes were deep and dark, and he said: "Mom, if I had known that I would be constantly abandoned throughout my life, I really wish you would not have given birth to me in the first place."

"I'm like a lonely ghost." Although my parents are still alive, no one loves me.

Nan Yiyi cried so hard that she was out of breath and speechless. The two mountains of guilt and self-blame pressed on her back, and she bent down.

Covering her face, Nan Yiyi cried and apologized: "Jiang Jiang, it's mom who is 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 squeezed for so many years by just saying sorry?

Yan Jiang could not forgive Nan Yiyi. Looking at his crying mother, Yan Jiang finally asked: "Why don't you take me away? Do you think I am a burden and prevent you from getting married again?"

Hearing this, Nan Yiyi shook her head.

She cried and said, "No, Jiang Jiang, you have never been a burden. I was just afraid that you would not live well with me. My mother was a housewife at that time, and I couldn't even support myself. How could I dare to take you with me?" ?I can't let you suffer with me!"

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

What he is afraid of is not suffering, what he is afraid of is becoming an orphan and having no one to love him!

What he is afraid of is loneliness!

Yan Jiang asked again: "Following you means hardship. If I follow an old man who has poor eyesight and needs a cane to walk, won't I suffer hardship?"

Nan Yiyi was left speechless by Yan Jiang's question.

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

Nan Yiyi blushed with embarrassment.

Yan Jiang suddenly said again: "The night you escaped, I was awake."

Nan Yiyi raised her head in astonishment and said subconsciously: "How could it be possible? I clearly gave you a sleep." Realizing that what she was going to say next was how treasonous for a mother, Nan Yiyi quickly covered her mouth. , shameless to continue talking.

Yan Jiang laughed sarcastically and asked her, "Do you want sleeping pills?"

Nan Yiyi's face turned pale, and she was so scared that she even cried and retreated.

Yan Jiang said: "I saw it."

"What." Nan Yiyi was not sure what Yan Jiang meant, so she asked, "What did you see?"

Yan Jiang told the story without expression, "I saw you hiding in the kitchen and secretly pouring sleeping pill powder into my bowl. You took a pair of chopsticks and mixed them evenly."

Nan Yiyi listened blankly, as if she was stupid.

"I ate that bowl of rice to put your mind at ease. While you were washing the dishes, I turned around and went into the toilet to induce vomiting."

Yan Jiang recalled the scene of that night carefully, because so many years had passed and Yan Jiang's memory was not very clear.

He slowly told what he remembered.

"That night, I was lying in my room with my eyes closed, listening to you packing things quietly in the next room. I heard you open the door and go to the living room, as if you were rummaging through things. I got up, Hiding in the dark room, through a crack in the door, I saw you rummaging through the TV cabinet in the living room looking for your bankbook."

Nan Yiyi was stunned.

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

He really saw it!

A child hides in the dark and secretly observes his mother packing her luggage, rummaging through her bankbooks and running away from home. How desperate, how sad and angry must she feel!

Nan Yiyi started to feel restless and was too embarrassed to face Yan Jiang again.

"You don't know." Yan Jiang saw Nan Yiyi sitting on a needle blanket. Yan Jiang grinned mischievously, and his smile was a bit cunning. He said, "I hid the bankbook." .”

Nan Yiyi was a little surprised.

Unable to find the bankbook that night, Nan Yiyi thought the bankbook had been put away by her mother-in-law.

It turned out to be made by Yanjiang.

"When my dad ran away, he even threw some money at home. You are more clever than him. You want to steal the money."

Talking about those past events, Yan Jiang himself felt that his life experience was miserable and he could write a bitter novel.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, took one, lit it in his mouth, and puffed away in front of Nan Yiyi.

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

He raised his head slightly and looked at Nan Yiyi arrogantly. There was ridicule, disdain and contempt in his eyes.

Nan Yiyi felt ashamed in front of Yan Jiang.

She tangled her hands uneasily and defended in a low voice, "I don't plan to take all the money. I just want some travel expenses and living expenses."

"Stop lying, you obviously want to steal all your belongings." Yan Jiang knew very well that a woman who could abandon her son would naturally be able to steal all her family's 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 unconvinced, and she said: "I did something wrong by abandoning you. But I am not really indifferent to you. When you were in junior high school and high school, I also sent you a few Money!”

Sending money to Yan Jiang became a comfort to 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 now you are still buried in the tomb I built for you." Yan Jiang bit the cigarette butt, stretched out his hands, opened his palms, and compared the thickness. Said: "Fifty thousand yuan is really a lot, about as thick as two pieces of tofu."

Yan Jiang said in an exaggerated tone: "Really, I have never seen more money than fifty thousand yuan in my life."

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

"Yi, tomb?" I don't know whether it was because of anger or fear, but Nan Yiyi's voice was raised a lot, and it sounded sharp and harsh. "I'm not dead yet, why would you build a tomb for me?"

Yan Jiang sneered.

"In my heart, Yan Rufeng and Nan Yiyi died in 2006. After all, it was a family relationship. How could I not erect a monument for my parents? If the bodies cannot be found, there should be a tomb."

Looking at Nan Yiyi funny, Yan Jiang asked her, "Do you think so?"

These words made Nan Yiyi's hair stand on end.

Her neck became thick with anger. She looked like she was about to curse Yan Jiang, but she didn't know what she was afraid of, so she held back.

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

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

It is absolutely right to put all the blame on Yan Rufeng.

Yan Jiang remained silent.

Nan Yiyi suddenly laughed, and she said affectionately: "It's not easy for Jiang Jiang to come to Fengcheng, and it's too late. Look, just stay at my house tonight. Stay for a few more days, I haven't been here for so many years." I see you and want to accompany you."

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

"Then" Nan Yiyi glanced at Yan Jiang timidly. Seeing that his mood was relatively calm, Nan Yiyi boldly invited him: "Well, how about you come to my house for a meal tomorrow?"

"I remember that when Jiang Jiang was a child, he loved to eat the food cooked by his mother. I will ask my mother to cook a meal for you tomorrow. Just think of it as fulfilling my wish, okay?"

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

After all, this person is still his mother.

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

The grace of upbringing cannot be completely ignored.

Furthermore, if Yan Rufeng hadn't done such shocking behavior first, which made Nan Yiyi look down upon and feel disheartened, the relationship between their mother and son would not be as ugly as it is now.

"talk later."

Nan Yiyi tacitly agreed that Cheng Yanjiang agreed, and she was immediately elated.

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

When she got home, Nan Yiyi took a photo of the chicken feet and sent it to Yan Jiang's text message via MMS, leaving a message saying: [Jiang Jiang, don't you like to eat the braised chicken feet I made the most? Mom bought a pound of chicken feet. , you come over to my house for a meal at noon today, okay? 】

She sent another text message, including her home address.

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

Hearing the doorbell, Nan Yiyi quickly took off her gloves and ran over to open the door in surprise. Seeing Yan Jiang standing outside the door, a sincere and joyful smile spread on Nan Yiyi's face.

"Jiang Jiang, come in quickly."

Nan Yiyi pulled Yan Jiang into the house, only to find a bouquet of beautifully wrapped carnations placed in the corner outside the door.

Nan Yiyi glanced at Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang's ears were red and he was changing his shoes with his head down.

Nan Yiyi felt warm in her heart. She walked out of the door, bent down and picked up the carnations on the ground and entered the house. After Yan Jiang put on his shoes, he looked up and saw Nan Yiyi holding a handful of carnations and looking at him with a smile, with a very touched expression on her face.

Yan Jiang tried to hide it and explained: "I didn't buy it. I don't know who put it at the door."

Nan Yiyi held back her laughter and nodded, "Well, maybe it's the community property management that is sending warmth."

Yan Jiang: "."

"Um."

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

Isn't she married?

Yan Jiang has never investigated Nan Yiyi, and he doesn't know what kind of life she is leading now.

When she was in high school, Nan Yiyi wrote letters to Yan Jiang, sent money, and told Yan Jiang her home address. Nan Yiyi had no shame in going to see Yan Jiang again and told Yan Jiang about her home. She also hoped that Yan Jiang would take the initiative to see her one day.

Yan Jiang stared at the overly clean house and asked Nan Yiyi in surprise: "Have you never gotten married in these years?"

Nan Yiyi shook her head, "No."

Yan Jiang asked: "Why don't you get married?"

Nan Yiyi: "It's boring. Marriage makes people tired."

I think it was the marriage that year that left Nan Yiyi bruised and bruised, so she never dared to touch marriage again, so Yan Jiang didn't ask any more about these things.

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

All is well, be polite, as if you were treating an honored guest.

And they are actually a mother and son.

"The meal is ready. I'll take it out right now." Nan Yiyi put the dishes on the table, took off her apron, and waved to Yan Jiang, "Jiang Jiang, come over and eat."

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

Yan Jiang's eyes warmed slightly when he saw the table full of his favorite dishes.

He sat down and as soon as he picked up the bowl, Nan Yiyi couldn't wait to grab a chicken foot for him. "This is your favorite. I added Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers. You can try it."

"Well, thank you."

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

"How is it? How is mom's craftsmanship?" Nan Yiyi asked him expectantly.

Yan Jiang lowered his eyelids and whispered: "I can't remember what the chicken feet tasted like before." More than ten years have passed, and the taste buds have long forgotten the delicious taste.

Nan Yiyi's smile froze slightly and froze on her face.

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

Yan Jiang kept his head down while eating and didn't take the initiative to say anything.

Nan Yiyi couldn't bear to waste every minute and second she spent with Yan Jiang, so she found something to say again, "I see you are wearing a ring. Are you engaged?"

Yan Jiang glanced at the ring on his finger and hummed, "Engaged."

"Fiancée, is she the female virus expert who was on Weibo's hot search with you before? Is her name Song Fei?" Nan Yiyi pays attention to Yan Jiang all the time. Some big things happened to Yan Jiang last year. Nan Yiyi also Got it.

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

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

Seeing her son's eyes brighten up when he mentioned Song Fei, Nan Yiyi suppressed a smile and said, "How could you not know? The incident between Song Fei and the chairman of Chaoyang Company last year caused quite a stir. We here in Fengcheng, That was all everyone was talking about during that time.”

"I see."

Nan Yiyi felt that the name Song Fei sounded familiar. She thought about it and said to Yan Jiangxun uncertainly: "This girl is Song Fei."

Yan Jiang raised his head and looked at her doubtfully, "What's wrong?" Yan Jiang thought that Nan Yiyi was dissatisfied with Song Fei, so his voice became colder.

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

Nan Yiyi quickly explained: "I don't mean anything else. I like the girl you like, too. I just want to ask you, is Song Fei the girl who lived next door to our house back then? She is the twin girls, and both of them There is a girl who is very smart and lonely? Her name is Song Fei, right? Hey, is Song Fei an elder sister or a younger one?"

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

"I can't quite distinguish their names. I remember that you didn't talk much when you were young, but now you're a couple." Nan Yiyi's face was filled with a crowded smile. "When did you fall in love with this girl?"

Yan Jiang blushed and said in a low voice: "After grandma passed away, my relationship with my neighbor became closer. Song Fei is a very nice person and not withdrawn at all. She often helped me at that time."

Hearing Yan Jiang's protection for Song Fei, Nan Yiyi smiled ambiguously and said, "Then I'll be relieved."

After dinner, Nan Yiyi asked Yan Jiang to stay for dinner.

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

In fact, he couldn't bear to leave, even if Nan Yiyi abandoned him, he hated her in his heart, but at the same time, he also loved her.

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

Sitting on the sofa, Nan Yiyi asked Yan Jiang about his current job, "What are you doing now?"

"Be a forensic doctor."

"That's good. I remember you studied this in college."

"You know?" Yan Jiang asked.

Nan Yiyi hummed sheepishly and said, "Of course I know, I've secretly gone back to see you a few times."

"oh."

Yan Jiang's expression was indifferent, but he was very happy in his heart.

It turns out that Nan Yiyi still has her own feelings in her heart.

This realization made Yan Jiang feel a little warmer in his heart.

Song Fei knew that Yan Jiang was going to Nan Yiyi's house for dinner today, and she was also concerned about the situation there, so she sent Yan Jiang a greeting text 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: "The progress was good. We had lunch and chatted, and she persuaded me to stay for dinner." 】

Song Fei: [Let’s have dinner then, it’s not easy to meet. 】

Yan Jiang: [Okay. 】

Nan Yiyi brought the washed crystal grapes over and saw Yan Jiang looking at the phone with gentle eyes and typing quickly with his fingers on the screen. She understood clearly. "I'm talking to Song Fei, right?"

Yan Jiang put away his phone and hummed.

"I want to take a nap." Yan Jiang has recently developed the habit of taking a nap, and it only takes a quarter of an hour.

Nan Yiyi said: "I have a guest room in my house, and the sheets have been laid out. Come, I will take you there."

Nan Yiyi brought Yan Jiang to the guest room.

The sheets are ocean blue.

When Yan Jiang was a child, his favorite was a set of four-piece sea-blue sailboat sheets. He slept on them for several years. Later, he washed them too many times and changed them when the color turned white.

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

"I'm going to sleep, you should also rest."

"good."

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

Yan Jiang got up after waking up and found that Nan Yiyi was not in the living room, so he thought that Nan Yiyi was sleeping in the master bedroom. He turned on the TV, picked a movie that interested him and started watching it.

Towards the end of the movie, the door suddenly opens from the outside.

Yan Jiang turned around in shock and was a little surprised to see it was Nan Yiyi. "Are you out?"

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

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

Yan Jiang continued to watch TV, while Nan Yiyi was cooking braised bream in the kitchen.

Smelling the sweet and sour aroma, Yan Jiang couldn't help but turn around and stare in the direction of the kitchen.

Nan Yiyi is very serious when cooking. She cuts every side dish beautifully, and the dishes she makes are delicate and delicious at first glance.

Yan Jiang withdrew his gaze, took a grape and threw it into his mouth, thinking: Is this what it feels like to be taken care of by your mother?

After dinner, Yan Jiang said goodbye and left.

Nan Yiyi couldn't bear to let him go, so she personally sent him downstairs. After watching Yan Jiang drive away, she reluctantly walked back into the building and returned home.

Yan Jiang was not familiar with the nearby road conditions and was accustomed to using his mobile phone for navigation. As a result, he searched all over his body and could not find his mobile phone.

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

Yan Jiang rang the doorbell and waited for a while before Nan Yiyi opened the door.

Seeing Yan Jiang coming back, a look of surprise appeared on Nan Yiyi's face. "Jiang Jiang, why are you back again?"

Yan Jiang said, "I may have left my cell phone at your home. I'll look for it."

"okay."

Yan Jiang searched around the sofa but couldn't find it. After thinking about it, he went to the guest bedroom. He remembered putting his phone on the bedside table before going to bed.

Could it be that it fell to the ground?

Yan Jiang knelt on the wooden floor, lowered his head and glanced under the bed, and actually 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, then quietly stood up and walked out of the room.

After walking out of the room, Yan Jiang stuffed his cell phone into his pocket.

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

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

"It's good that I found it."

It was already half past eight in the evening, and Nan Yiyi invited Yan Jiang to stay overnight, "Jiang Jiang, why don't you stay at mom's place tonight."

"No." Yan Jiang refused simply and quickly.

Being rejected mercilessly by Yan Jiang, Nan Yiyi was stunned, and her eyes gradually showed disappointment.

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

Yan Jiang glanced at her, turned around and left.

Back in the car, Yan Jiang touched his fingers on the steering wheel, and suddenly sent a WeChat message to a colleague in the bureau who was responsible for intelligence.

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

Brother Jun: [Who? 】

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

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

Yan Jiang suspected that Nan Yiyi had lied to him. She did not live alone at all, but there was someone hiding in her home. Knowing that Yan Jiang was coming, she made preparations in advance and deliberately created the illusion of living alone.

Why did Nan Yiyi do this?

Yan Jiang will not rest assured unless he investigates clearly.

Brother Jun: [Okay, I’ll give you the results tomorrow. 】

Yan Jiang: [Thank you, I’ll treat you to dinner later. 】

When Yan Jiang returned to the hotel, he first sent a text message to Song Fei. When he learned that Song Fei was not busy, he made a video call to Song Fei.

Fu Hanshen's lover Shen Zhiyi retired some time ago and is currently planning to change his job to provide care for the elderly. He has nothing to do these days, so he is studying some strange things at home.

Song Fei lived in Fu Hanshen's house. She was standing in the kitchen of Fu Hanshen's house, studying steamed cakes with his wife Shen Zhiyi.

Two idiots in the kitchen were trying to steam a cake, and Fu Hanshen looked on with horror.

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

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

Yan Jiang said: "How did you tell?"

"Feel."

"Yes, I'm in a bad mood."

Song Fei sat up, looked at him seriously, and then asked with concern: "What happened? Did you quarrel with your mother?"

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

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

"not sure."

"Tell me whatever you're thinking. I'm not a roundworm in your belly. I can't guess, and I don't like guessing."

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

"I went to her house today and saw that her house was very clean and there were only items used by women. She told me that she was not married and had lived alone for these years. Of course I had no doubts."

"Well, what then?"

Yan Jiang: "I was sleeping in the guest room at noon, and I lost my phone and dropped it under the bed. After I left her house in the evening, I discovered that I had dropped my phone. I went back to the house to look for my phone, but I saw a pair of Men’s AJ shoes.”

Song Fei narrowed his cold eyes.

"There is a man in her family, and he is still a young man." Song Fei curled her lips and sneered, "Nine times out of ten, he is her son."

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

"There are very few boys who like AJ shoes who are middle-aged or older. They are most likely a young boy. Your mother probably won't keep a pretty boy, so that person is most likely her child."

Seeing Yan Jiang frowning, looking like he was deceived and sad, Song Fei couldn't bear it, so she said again, "Wait for me to check."

"good."

In today's Internet society, a person's social relationships can be easily investigated through the Internet.

Song Fei first broke into Nan Yiyi's home computer and found that the content browsed on her fixed desktop computer was all content that only boys were interested in. For example, after plastic surgery, the same Internet celebrities, luxury cars, AJ shoes, Maria Ozawa.

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

One of the photos is a boy's primary school graduation photo. Nan Yiyi is dressed beautifully and is being held by the boy's shoulders. The two look somewhat similar, and they are mother and son at first glance.

Nan Yiyi has a son who is not young.

Real hammer!

"Found it." Song Fei said, copying the photos and sending them to Yan Jiang.

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

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

Yan Jiang narrowed his eyes.

Nan Yiyi lied.

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

My son is still young and is already in junior high school.

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

Are you afraid that you will be jealous if you find out? Will you be angry?

Yan Jiang always felt that things were not that simple.

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

Song Fei started to talk about the conditions: Yan Jiang is usually very obedient, and with her leading the way, Song Fei asked him to go east to Yan Jiang but not to the west.

But in bed, Yan Jiang is unreasonable.

Yan Jiang was stunned for a moment before giving in, "Just once."

Song Fei: "Humph!"

Song Fei started to look up information. She didn't know what she found. At first, her brows were flat. Gradually, she frowned and her expression became a little solemn.

at last--

"grass!"

Song Fei cursed angrily: "A woman with a vicious heart is so disgusting!"

Yan Jiang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Even though the person being scolded as being cruel 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 puffer fish.

"What was found?"

Song Fei took a deep breath and issued an order to Yan Jiang: "Set off immediately to look back at Dongcheng. Stay away from that stupid woman Nan Yiyi from now on. If you dare to be soft-hearted to her again, I will whip you."

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

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

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

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

Song Fei did not disappoint. She said, "But she was a third-year-old, and she secretly gave birth to a son to that man. The shopping mall under your mother's name is the property that the man compensated their mother and son."

Yan Jiang: "."

Unexpectedly, Nan Yiyi's status as a strong woman was achieved by crawling out of bed.

Yan Jiang felt a little uncomfortable.

No child can accept such a despicable woman who has lost her moral values.

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

However, maybe it is because I have long lost my expectations for Nan Yiyi and realized her true selfish and cold face. After Yan Jiang heard what Song Fei said, he was just a little surprised and surprised, but he felt nothing else.

And his heart that was obsessed with Nan Yiyi calmed down again.

"Is there anything else?" Just like this, Song Fei wouldn't be so angry, but would eat the melon curiously.

Song Fei sneered, "Her son is quite smart, has good grades, and looks good. But wisdom is bound to suffer. Your brother was diagnosed with leukemia last year. And you."

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

Yan Jiang narrowed his eyes and vaguely guessed what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, Song Fei said: "Your bone marrow is very consistent with your brother. Nan Yiyi is so stupid that he actually wants to use your bone marrow to save your brother!"

"Damn it!" Song Fei was furious and cursed: "You are really not a thing. I abandoned you back then and yet I had the nerve to beat you to your bones! You are such a shameless person."

Song Fei was so angry that she shut down her computer, glared at Yan Jiang, and ordered him: "Go back to Wangdong City overnight!"

After Yan Jiang lost consciousness for a short time, he was brought back to his senses by Song Fei's scolding.

He looked at the indignant Song Fei, suddenly raised his lips, and said emotionally: "You are the only one who is good to me, and it is really without purpose."

Song Fei: "No, my motives are not pure either."

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

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

Yan Jiang was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

After Song Fei said that, she felt that she was so naughty and was too embarrassed to continue chatting with Yan Jiang, so she hung up the video.

The smile on Yan Jiang's lips quickly disappeared.

Want his bone marrow?

Yan Jiang sneered.

Let alone bone marrow, even the dandruff in his hair would not be given to Nan Yiyi!