Thinking of this, Wu Yue's eyes turned red.
"Your mother is a good woman."
She is the kind of good woman with good temperament and kindness, with a calm and calm air about her.
"The last words your mother said before she died was to persuade your father to marry another wife. She also said that she hoped you would never know that your biological mother has... passed away."
“…”
Yan Nian listened to all the truth quietly and bent over in pain.
She squatted on the ground, her crystal clear tears melting into pieces, and she could no longer control the tears flowing out of her eyes.
*
Funan villa area.
Goose-yellow light filled the living room, and several dishes were cooked on the dining table. The food was already cold, and no one in front of me moved their chopsticks.
Jiang Beiyuan crossed his legs, wearing a pair of blue rabbit-patterned cotton mops on his feet. He held a bottle of grapefruit-flavored yogurt in his hand, shook it twice, and untied the bottle cap.
Yuli walked over and knelt at Jiangbeiyuan's feet, very obediently.
Jiangbeiyuan threw the yogurt lid to the ground.
Yuli stared at the nipple cover in front of him in confusion, licked it, and then whimpered and continued to lie down, as if he didn't understand his master's taste.
"Why, do you still find it objectionable to lick your penis? Your mother doesn't even object to it."
Jiang Beiyuan said this, but the dog couldn't speak and would not give him any response.
He pursed his thin lips and lowered his eyebrows as he looked at the puppy lying at his feet.
The air is quiet.
It was so quiet that the end of what he just said seemed to still be echoing around the air.
The next second, Jiang Beiyuan sighed almost inaudibly.
"Your mother doesn't want me anymore."
“…”
Yu Li looked up and looked straight at Jiangbeiyuan.
Jiang Beiyuan didn't look at it. There was a circle of milk stains at the corner of his mouth. He subconsciously licked it. His thin lips were very sexy and his movements were also very sexy.
"..." Yu Li's eyes became more and more pointed.
Jiang Beiyuan put one hand on the table, tapping the edge of the table with his knuckles, and looked sideways out of the window in a daze.
The sky has turned completely dark.
The depth of winter is not as good as the height of summer. Night falls at seven o'clock, and the orange-red island in the distance is no longer visible.
Jiang Beiyuan's fingers tapped on the table faster. With the movements, his eyes suddenly became a little displeased and anxious. Without saying a word, he got up and walked to the kitchen.
When he came out again, he had a kitchen knife in his hand.
The shining silver knife made Yuli tremble in fright, and Xiao Yuli hurriedly ran to hide behind the curtain.
Jiang Beiyuan walked straight to the sofa and cut a hole in the corner of the sofa with a kitchen knife.
Yuli looked at the male host in confusion.
A certain male host took out his cell phone, swiped to the "Madam" column, and dialed Yan Nian's number.
The call was quickly connected.
Jiang Beiyuan pursed his lips and spoke in a calm voice: "Yu Li chewed the sofa, won't you come back and take a look?"
Yu Li: "..."
It was Yan Nian's voice on the other end of the phone, "Well... we've arrived at the door of our house."
“…”
*
Yan Nian walked to the door of his house dragging his body tiredly.
On the way back, Ding Baoyi had said "Relax, it's okay, it's no big deal" more than a hundred times.
However, Yan Nian had no response.
She seemed to have returned to the stage when Yan Yuming died.
Self-deprecating, depressed, worried and confused.
Those clear eyes were completely free of vividness and narrowness at this time.
She stood facing the front door for two minutes, and finally raised her hand to unlock it with her fingerprint. There seemed to be some kind of telepathy, and the next second the door opened directly from the inside.
(End of chapter)