Since saying goodbye to Li Hong, Hua Churong's mood has been very low all the way.

She thought about it for a long time, and finally walked into Song Yizhen's home, she wanted to know how Wang Yuyang spent his last days.

Seeing Song Yizhen, she has been secretly looking for the other party's prominence.

In addition to her really gentle personality, she didn't understand how Wang Yuyang would choose to marry her.

Wouldn't it be more promising to study abroad with her?

She asked Song Yizhen to take her to Wang Yuyang's tomb to see him.

She thought she would be able to calm down, but when she saw the familiar face on the tombstone, in front of Song Yizhen, she couldn't help crying.

Song Yizhen didn't think much better than her, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

When she offered to say goodbye, Song Yizhen did not leave together, but stayed in the cemetery.

Her arrival reminded Song Yizhen of the past.

Once upon a time, she was a goddess-like existence in Song Yizhen's eyes.

However, I didn't expect that the goddess's mind was not much purer than that of ordinary women, but was stronger and more stubborn, and there was always a strong sense of superiority in the face of everyone.

Even today, many years later, when she comes to herself, she still looks full of superiority.

Song Yizhen sat in the cemetery, looking at the photo of her husband on the tombstone, and muttered to herself: "Yuyang, she came to see you." ”

Until the afternoon, Song Yizhen did not go home.

Wang Xueyan was a little worried, but fortunately the phone was connected, and she could tell that Song Yizhen was not in a good mood: "Mom, where are you? Come back quickly! I, a friend is here, it is the colleague who sent you to the hospital last time." ”

Song Yizhen was silent for a moment, and said softly to her daughter: "Xiaoxue, mom is watching your father in the cemetery." It is not convenient to meet the guests today. Can you work hard for your friend to come back another day?"

Wang Xueyan was stunned, she had never seen her mother like this.

Even when my father died, my mother came strong.

She looked at Wen Yihua apologetically: "You won't see my mother today, she said she would come back later!"

Wen Yihua said reasonably: "Then I have to come to see her another day." ”

"Hmm!" Wang Xueyan said: "Go back first, go, I'll send you." ”

The car was parked a little far, and they walked through the ramps with their fingers interlocked, talking and laughing from time to time.

She looked up at him with a smile on his face, and he lowered his head and rubbed her forehead lightly.

Suddenly, with a tap on her lips, she turned her head and pouted to look at him!

He also looked at her with burning eyes, and picked her up to face him.

As if driven by something, she stood on tiptoe, put her hands on his shoulders, turned her face sideways, pressed her lips together, and imprinted them on his.

In the distance, Song Yizhen was walking up from the slope and had a full view of this scene.

The daughter's delicate appearance can be seen in full view, which she didn't have when she was with Li Xuanwen.

With a deep sigh, she walked up to them and embarrassed Wang Xueyan to the point of blushing!

She blushed and cried out, "Mom, you're back?"

Wen Yihua was quite calm, and said to her neatly: "Hello Auntie! Happy New Year!"

Her face was not very good, and Wang Xueyan thought that she was like this when she saw them.

In front of her mother, she is still a child.

It's like making a mistake when you were a kid: "Mom!"

Song Yizhen looked at Wen Yihua: "Are you here, have you eaten?"

"I've eaten it!" Wen Yihua replied, looking at Wang Xueyan and smiling, she also smiled secretly.

The CEO, who had returned from abroad and had been reported in magazines and had frightened them so much, actually cooked a Chinese meal for her in the small kitchen of her house.

When she was with Li Xuanwen, either he took her out to eat, or she cooked it for him at home, and it seemed that she had never cooked for her.

Song Yizhen pretended not to see their children's relationship, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Wang Xueyan hurriedly said: "I'll send my colleague, and his car will stop in front." ”

Song Yizhen looked back and saw nothing.

She said, "You walk slowly, and have a good trip." Xue Yan, let's go home!"

This is equivalent to saying goodbye here.

Wen Yihua was naturally reluctant in his heart, but at this moment, although he didn't feel Song Yizhen's resistance to him, he couldn't express too many feelings.

He could only reply politely: "Thank you, Auntie! Xue Yan, I'll go first!"

Wang Xueyan silently followed Song Yizhen back, wanting to look back very much, but because of his mother's presence, he only dared to watch him walk away from the corner of his eye.

But her heart is very calm, and she is not afraid of the next questions she may face.

She was mentally prepared that she had wasted ten years and she didn't want to waste any more time.

She wants to marry love, not compromise.

When she got home, Song Yizhen was very calm and didn't ask her about Wen Yihua.

On the contrary, her own heart became empty, and she flattered: "Mom, where have you been today?"

Song Yizhen said: "Didn't I tell you to go see your father?"

She carefully sat down next to her mother and looked at her expression: "Do you miss your father?"

She sat obediently and whispered.

Song Yizhen asked, "When did you and him get there?"

"Just these few days!" Wang Xueyan boldly met her gaze.

She stretched out her hand to reason for Wang Xueyan and Liuhai: "Aren't you very happy to be with him." ”

Wang Xueyan nodded affirmatively: "Well! very happy." ”

She stared at her daughter's beautiful eyes: "Since you are happy, then be with him well." Don't worry about mom anymore, okay?"

Wang Xueyan looked at her with wide eyes, making sure that what she said was true, not blaming herself.

hugged her excitedly: "Mom, don't you blame me?"

She also hugged her daughter tightly and patted her on the back: "Mommy wants you to be happy." ”

At the same time, he silently said in his heart: "Yuyang, you have always been unhappy, haven't you?"

Wang Xueyan took care of her mother's emotions and did not show this surprise too obviously.

I received a message from Wen Yihua: I have arrived in Hangzhou.

She still couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, as if she was a little woman waiting for her husband to report safety.

Wen Yihua returned to Hangzhou, bought a bouquet of flowers for the first time, and walked into the hotel.

Hua Churong barely lives in the apartment.

She is used to living in a hotel, so she can save herself from the worry of doing housework and devote all her heart to work and career.

The flowers are fragrant and charming, just like Wang Xueyan's smiling face, and it is particularly good to smell a painting and hold it.

Pressing the doorbell, he heard a familiar voice: "Here it is!"

The door slowly opened, and Cheng Anqi's smiling face appeared in front of him.

He was stunned and asked, "Anqi, why are you here?"

She smiled as if nothing had happened, and pulled him by the hand: "A painting, you are here! I came to see my aunt and pay my aunt's New Year's greetings." ”

Hua Churong's emotions were not eased, she looked at her son coldly: "Well, I told her the address." Isn't Angel your girlfriend?"

Smelling Yihua, he immediately felt that the whole person was not good, and he gently put the flowers on the coffee table in the living room.

Cheng Anqi happily picked up the flowers and shouted: "What a beautiful flower! Auntie, I'll put it for you." ”

As she spoke, she went to the bathroom to look for a vase.

Wen Yihua said to Hua Churong: "Mom! I forgot to tell you this morning, I broke up with her. ”

He thought he was speaking softly, but there was a crisp thud in the bathroom.

He and Hua Churong glanced at each other and rushed into the bathroom.

It turned out that the vase had fallen to the ground, and the crystal glass pieces shattered to the ground, and even refracted a little starlight in the orange light.

Seeing them, Cheng Anqi apologized embarrassedly, looking in a trance, as if she wanted to hide something: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I didn't hold the vase steady, I was so careless." ”

She hurriedly squatted down to clean up the debris, and Wen Yihua quickly squatted down to stop her: "Don't touch it! Be careful! ”

But it was too late, maybe it was because he was too nervous, maybe he was too fast, Cheng Anqi's hand was scratched by broken glass as soon as he stretched out, and bright red blood flowed down his fingers, which was eye-catching and red.

Her voice was crying: "One painting, I'm fine, I'm fine." It's all my fault. ”

Hua Churong glanced at the bright red blood, and his heart was disgusted, and the scenes of the past came to his mind.

She felt dizzy, propped her hands on the marble platform, and had to get up to help her when she smelled the painting: "Mom!"

She looked up at her son's handsome face, she had almost lost her life and her son's life.

The water in the entire bathtub was red, and her wrists were still dripping blood, and she could make Wang Yuyang feel guilty for her for the rest of her life.

Just as she was bent on dying, she felt a powerful kick from the child in her stomach.

The child is innocent!

At this time, she looked at Cheng Anqi with disgust - she had seen too much of such a scene.

However, the blood made her very uncomfortable.

Her nose seemed to be filled with blood, so much so that she showed an unbearable expression and said, "Miss Cheng, come out!" ”

With that, Wen Yihua helped her into the bedroom.

Seeing her lie down and handing her a headache medicine, he asked with concern, "Are you better?"

Hua Churong frowned: "I didn't call her over! I never care about your private life, and in the future, you try to let your girlfriend not come to disturb me. If you're getting married, bring it to you again. ”

Wen Yihua nodded: "It's me who is not good, I didn't tell you in advance." ”

She asked, "Who is that girl in the morning?"

"Shall I explain this to you another day?"

I don't know why, Wen Yihua always felt that she had ideas about Wang Xueyan.

"Then we'll talk about it another day! I'm tired, you can take that Miss Cheng back!" Hua Churong ordered to evict the guests.

Wen Yihua hesitated and wanted to ask something, but she turned over and said that she didn't want to speak anymore.

Hearing him walk out of the room, a line of tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

In the past few decades, she has lived too hard for love.

In a trance, a voice sounded in her ears: "Mom, who is my father?"