When the hour and minute hands of the angel floor clock in the living room were almost overlapping, the door of Cen's house was pushed open in anger.

Several elders surnamed Cen of the Cen family sat down on the sofa in the hall angrily, Ni Min'er is usually only interested in how to be a celebrity, and tomorrow she will also ask Mrs. Xia of the Xia family, the king of jewelry, to play mahjong, such a scene is really boring, so she directly took Cen Boning and Cen Bomei upstairs to the room to rest.

"Second brother, third sister, mom is really sick and confused, Zhenzhong's pie can't hit Zhuo Jiali's fox head, right?"

Without the aura of lawyer Zhang, Cen Shaoya suddenly looked like a demon mirror, and she was busy revealing a mean face.

Cen Shaoyi was very upset, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and kept his face silent.

"I think it's that woman who doesn't know what wind is blowing in front of her mother, and if she can marry in with such an identity, she knows that she is very scheming, how can we, the good families, beat her!"

Cen Shaokang "hummed" a few times, but he was still angry, ripped off his tie and threw it on the carpet, just twisting his sad face. Cen Shao stood up and kicked off his tie.

"It's unlucky!"

The tie arced in annoyance, and landed in front of the slowly opening door, and the "fox" and "that woman" in their mouths were pacing into the living room.

"Second uncle, third aunt, fourth aunt, I'm back. The tone was understated, as if the person who came had just come back from a walk.

"If it were me, I wouldn't have come back with this face", Cen Shaoya sneered, "It seems that in a few days you forgot how you were kicked out of here!"

"I didn't mean to offend a few elders, but I just want to follow Grandma's last wish, stay here, take care of the Cen family, take care of my mother, I believe everyone will agree if they are reasonable, right?" Zhuo Jiali stubbornly raised her head and looked directly at the people present.

The three brothers and sisters of the Cen family blushed with faces, and their minds searched hard for reasons for opposition.

"I disagree. ”

Between the words, a middle-aged woman wearing a slightly loose dark blue nightgown, with a bun that is still messy at this point, although her face is not powdered, it is also clean and neat, and she should be an elegant lady when she is young.

Everyone followed the voice, Zhuo Jiali respectfully called "Mom", the woman did not respond, and walked to the sofa and sat down.

Zhuo Jiali couldn't help but hang her head and raised her voice: "Mom, why haven't you rested yet?"

The woman sneered: "You wish I could sleep forever, so that no one cares about your dirty affairs!"

"No, I'm just worried about your body. Zhuo Jiali shook her head helplessly.

"I can't see you, broom star, believe that I can live a hundred years!"

The brothers and sisters of the Cen family held their hands and watched the play silently on the side, and the corners of their mouths unconsciously rose: We can't cure you, your mother-in-law is not a vegetarian!

"Mom, you misunderstood me, I ......"

"I didn't misunderstand! Don't think that if I don't attend the drinking party, I don't know anything, you killed Bowen, and you have to coax your mother-in-law to take the company and the Cen family into your pocket! I shouldn't have softened your heart and let you enter this door, from the very beginning you entered our Cen family, you have been planning evil every step of the way, in order to achieve your goal of embezzling the Cen family! What a good means! What a good heart!"

In the face of Shen Biyun's unreasonable accusations, Zhuo Jiali's heart turned upside down, she didn't care about the rest of the Cen family, but Shen Biyun was Cen Bowen's mother and the closest relatives of the person she loved the most, she couldn't ignore Shen Biyun's feelings, the more she cared, the more uncomfortable she became.

Zhuo Jiali pinched the bag she was holding in her hand and suppressed the tears rolling in her eyes.

"Mom, you dissipate your anger first, there is something I want to tell you separately, it is about the blog post, I hope you can give me 10 minutes. ”

Hearing that it was related to Cen Bowen, Shen Biyun frowned and thought for a while.

"5 minutes. ”

Before she finished speaking, Shen Biyun walked straight to the side hall, and Zhuo Jiali followed with her head down.

The people in the living room saw that they had just set up a good seat and closed the stage, and their hearts were itching. Cen Shaoya stomped her foot angrily: "This fox knows how to confuse people the most, sister-in-law won't be deceived by her words again, right?"

Cen Shaoyi's heart was also anxious, and he couldn't wait to listen to them tell them some secrets, but his feet were like petrified, he couldn't take a step, and his expression was very strange.

Cen Shaokang was also anxious, but when he saw Cen Shaoyi's appearance out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly felt relieved again: Just let you be anxious, anyway, the benefits will not fall on my head sooner. Then he fiddled with the cigar gun on the table as if he was nothing, thinking that there should be a good show going on in the side hall.

"For the sake of Bowen's face, if there is something to say, get out of this house after speaking!"

Looking at Shen Biyun's face, Zhuo Jiali quietly took out a report from her bag and handed it to her with both hands.

Could it be that you, a little slut, want to use some kind of physical discomfort report to win sympathy? Shen Biyun squirted loudly in her heart, took the report contemptuously in her hand, but her eyeballs were instantly caught - the 3-month pregnancy report, the name column was Zhuo Jiali, and the diagnosis time was the day of Bowen's accident.

Shen Biyun pinched Zhuo Jiali's hand, and her eyes were fixed on Zhuo Jiali's stomach.

"There is still a blog post?!"

Zhuo Jiali could no longer hold back the tears in her heart, and grabbed the clothes in her lower abdomen with her other hand.

"He's gone, and he's gone if Bowen has an accident!"

On that day, the news that Cen Bowen and someone had taken the car off the cliff was transmitted back to the Cen family's mansion, Mrs. Cen fainted on the spot and was sent to the hospital, and almost the whole family followed, Zhuo Jiali had just arrived home on a business trip before she had time to tell Cen Bowen the news of her pregnancy, and she was also grief-stricken and admitted to the hospital, or Cen Shaonan, who rushed home, sent her to the hospital. Everyone else only cares about Mrs. Cen, how can anyone think of the insignificant "surviving person"? Except for Cen Shaonan, no one knows about this fourth-generation great-grandson of the Cen family who has not yet come to the world but has left.

Shen Biyun's eyes widened, and she muttered, "My son, my grandson, my son, my grandson......"

Zhuo Jiali knelt in front of Shen Biyun and held Shen Biyun's knees with both hands.

"Mom, I love Bowen deeply, he is my world, and I had his flesh and blood at the time, how could I hurt my husband and the father of my children?"

Shen Biyun's mind was blank, and her heart had turned into hatred for Zhuo Jiali because she missed her son, but at this moment, in front of the woman who was crying, she suddenly had no goal and direction.

The people in the living room waited for 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and 30 minutes, but they didn't come out, Cen Shaoya couldn't sit still, and was about to go over to the side hall to have a look, only to see Shen Biyun's eyes hollow, walking towards the stairs like a walking corpse.

"Sister-in-law!" Cen Shaoya couldn't help but call her.

Shen Biyun was stunned, and finally squeezed a few words.

"If she wants to stay, stay. ”

With the same consternation as the people downstairs, the figure who had been busy all night but found nothing, left the corner of the staircase on the second floor that he had been squatting for a long time.

Zhuo Jiali waited for all the people in the living room to disperse, and then dragged her sore legs back to the room on the third floor.

The things in the room were a bit messy, but thankfully they hadn't had time to be cleaned yet. There is a wall in the room that is hung with large and small photo frames, in the middle is a hand-painted photo of her and Cen Bowen, and the others are all photos of them, almost no grandiose background, just the blue sea, country roads, mottled red walls and other ordinary scenery, but they are all because of the two sweet smiling faces glued together all the time and the scenery is infinite.

Zhuo Jiali stroked her husband's young and handsome face in the photo frame, and all that was churning in her mind was about him.

The source of memory can be traced back to at least when Zhuo Jiali was 14 years old, but this past did not start with her, but her father Zhuo Laosan. Back then, if it weren't for the bandits who blocked the road on the way back to the company by Cen Zhenzhong, the head of the Cen family, with the intention of kidnapping, if it weren't for the fact that the old man Cen was greedy for life and ran away for fear of death, if it wasn't for Zhuo Laosan who happened to pass by and blocked the gun, maybe Zhuo Jiali and the Cen family would not have been related for eight lifetimes.

Old man Cen was very grateful to Zhuo Laosan for saving him when he saw the injustice, so he hired Zhuo Laosan to be his exclusive driver, and later learned that Zhuo Laosan's wife died early, and it was not easy to pull his daughter Zhuo Jiali alone, so he sent someone to arrange Zhuo Jiali to also be in the aristocratic middle school where the descendants of the Cen family studied, and he was in the same class as his grandson Cen Bowen of the same age.

Cen Bowen inherited the excellent genes of his father Cen Shaojun and his mother Shen Biyun, and he was handsome and extraordinary in his teens, coupled with a superior family background, excellent grades, and proficient in English, French, and Japanese.

Although Zhuo Jiali is delicate and delicate, the female baby brought up by a man is inevitably gentle and stubborn, and she is not very old and has not fully grown. Zhuo Jiali has no kind of people in this group, basically hiding in the corner, burying her head in the first-class resources of the aristocratic school and the quiet of loneliness. When a certain garden was popular all over the country and abroad, Zhuo Jiali also YY which temple she would be a dish, who knew that 5 years had passed, the temple did not appear, and the dish had already been cold, and she also turned loneliness into motivation and was admitted to a key university. And her "classmates" are basically drifting across the ocean and struggling on the same fertile land with different blue skies. Perhaps, no one remembers such a classmate as her.

However, on one occasion, the class took "My beautiful mother" as the theme of the Mother's Day activity, and asked everyone to make a gift from their mother's photo. But Zhuo Jiali didn't have a mother when she was 1 year old and couldn't get a photo, so she found a photo of a female star on the Internet, but she was coaxed by her classmates to make fun of her for not being ashamed. Zhuo Jiali clenched her fists, tears rolled in her eyes, but she couldn't hold back, and when everyone was gone after school, she rushed straight to the lake to let the tears flow freely.

Suddenly, a plain but majestic voice came from not far away.

"Don't cry. ”

Zhuo Jiali turned her head in astonishment, maybe she had just run too fast, and she didn't notice that there was anyone nearby. On the shore of such a beautiful lake, a beautiful man held an English book and looked at it, the sun shone on his side face, God, there are such beautiful people in the world. Zhuo Jiali was a little stunned, and stopped crying.

Seeing that there was no sound, the beautiful man looked up at Zhuo Jiali. As the "husband" of the girls in the school, the three words "Cen Bowen" are the signs of the eyes, the beautiful girls always change their ways to show in front of him, he is tired, and this girl with loose hair and tear stains is a little ugly in comparison, but it is inexplicably pitiful.

"Are you ......" Cen Bowen tried hard to remember that this girl turned out to be the girl who was ridiculed in class today, but he really couldn't remember what her name was, so he had to change the subject.

"Why are you crying?"

Zhuo Jiali came back to her senses, and her tears suddenly opened the floodgates again, and she burst out a few words vaguely while crying: "I don't have a mother."

Zhuo Jiali is usually reluctant to share family affairs with others, especially her mother's affairs, but for some reason, she didn't hide it at all in front of Cen Bowen.

Cen Bowen frowned, stood up, put the book on the chair, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at the other side of the lake.

"What's there to be sad about, I don't have a dad either. ”

Zhuo Jiali was stunned again, and forgot to close her mouth when she opened her mouth wide. Did she hear her right? Cen Bowen told her this?

"Hey, quickly wipe away your tears and go home, don't affect the beautiful scenery here, it's ugly. ”

After Cen Bowen finished speaking, he picked up his schoolbag on one shoulder, held the books, and left without looking back.

Zhuo Jiali's mind was in a mess, and she finally found a thread and hurriedly shouted at the long figure.

"I'm not called 'Hey', my name is Zhuo Jiali, you are ugly, you don't respect people at all!"

The only thing that responded to her was the back that was fading away, but she didn't know that the corner of the boy's mouth who ignored everything was imperceptibly raised.