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Yan's mother has been keeping a straight face since she came back from kindergarten in the afternoon, Xiaohe sent Yan's mother back to Yan's villa, and accompanied Yan's mother in the living room for a while, but Mrs. Yan said that she wanted to rest for a while, let Xiaohe go back first.

Xiaohe looked at Yan's mother's frowning and drooping expression, knowing that Mrs. Yan's heart had always been very uncomfortable, but now she was a divorced daughter-in-law who was kicked out of the house, and she couldn't say anything.

Before leaving, Jiajia sent Xiaohe at the door with red eyes for a long time, but Xiaohe no longer lives here, although Jiajia is small, but he also understands in his heart, and finally reluctantly let go of Xiaohe's hand, and returned to his room alone with his head down, the calm and wise Yan's mother has been sitting on the leather sofa in the living room, observing every detail in front of her.

Yan's mother knew that if she didn't talk to Yan Leng carefully and thoroughly now, she couldn't imagine what kind of future Jiajia would have, and what kind of changes would happen to his young heart.

A hurried phone ringing interrupted Yan's mother's train of thought, and after listening to the content of the phone, Yan's mother was already standing there, her eyes were blank, and the telephone receiver in her hand didn't know when it slipped down.

Meng Qinghe is gone. ”

All the strength of Yan's mother in her life seemed to collapse at that moment, and she used to have an obsession in her heart that could support her to move forward and maintain the entire Yan family, that is, one day, if she saw Meng Qinghe again, she could let him see that without him by her side, she could manage the Yan family so well alone.

But at that moment, when she learned that the person was no longer in this world, the obsession in her heart seemed to disappear.

"Yan Leng, where is it? Your father is gone, let's go and see him off tomorrow." ”

"What? my father, my father?"

This seems to be the first time that Yan Leng has grown up to be so old that he took the initiative to mention the word father from his mother's mouth, he was not sensible when he was young, he always begged his mother to tell more news about his father, looking at his mother's melancholy and low eyes, Yan Leng gradually became sensible, and no longer took the initiative to mention this topic, he seemed to think that he was really hallucinating at this moment, and reconfirmed it with Mrs. Yan several times.

On the day of Meng Qinghe's funeral, there were not many people, although the Meng family real estate has a great reputation in the city, but in accordance with his will before leaving, everyone who came was a family member. Of course, this family also includes Yan Leng and Yan Ruru.

On that day, Yan Didi was wearing a plain black dress to show respect for the deceased, she squinted at Meng Fan who had not been seen for a long time next to her, he seemed to have matured a lot all of a sudden, his mouth was already covered with a trace of stubble, and the edges and corners of his face looked more different than before, in the cold rain, the appearance of Meng Fan in front of him now made Didi unable to contact the young master Meng who had nothing to do and drove a yellow sports car every day, and Didi hadn't seen him for a long time, listening to Xiaomei and Huahua say that he had been helping out in his father's company recently, he was very busy, and even they hadn't met him for a long time。 Didi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it turns out that time can carve people so quickly, so fast that you can even forget his original appearance.

Dressed in filial piety, he knelt in front of Meng Qinghe's grave, even though it was raining heavily that day, he was in his forties and kept crying hysterically "Dad, Dad... Everyone else pulled Yan Leng and persuaded everyone to leave, and he couldn't hear him if you shouted again, Yan Leng said: "You don't know, in the past 40 years, how much I want to call others Dad, I finally have a dad now." ”

The old lady Yan in the back did not show such excitement as Yan Leng, Didi could only see that her grandmother's face was full of water droplets, and the rain was so great that even Didi couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Yan Ruru really did it in her life, her promise to herself, that is, until Meng Qinghe's death, she would not let their father and son reunite, and the only time they met in her life was at Meng Qinghe's funeral, with cold soil under her feet, and she couldn't feel any warm breath, coupled with the majestic rain like today, it made people feel even colder, and they couldn't help but have a few more chills.

Seeing her son like a cow in the rain, refusing to leave, Mrs. Yan seemed to be in a trance for a while, thinking about whether her choice in life was right or wrong, but when she came back to her senses, her gaze returned to the quiet and calm of the past.

After returning from the funeral for a long time, Yan Leng didn't talk to Mrs. Yan, the area of the Yan family's villa is not small, everyone was forcibly gathered in this luxurious villa, and when they usually talked and chatted, they often picked on their own thorns, and the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere. Now it's more like a share house, yes, share house, that's the best word Didi can think of, everyone has a busy day, and then they open the key and open the door, go into their respective houses, and then close it again.

The only difference is that there is no rent to pay in this share house, and coincidentally, everyone happens to have the surname Yan.

It wasn't until this moment that Yan Leng understood why her mother was desperately obstructing, her company cooperated with Meng's Real Estate, and why she kept talking about it, Didi and Meng Fan were a bad fate.

Recently, the company's business has been very good, Yan Leng used to think that this is all thanks to Didi's blessing, leaning on the big tree of the Meng family, and in the end I knew that it was my own reason, many old friends of Yan Leng said that Yan Leng was lucky to take shit, and his father would be Meng Qinghe of Meng's real estate, and his Corolla Educational Institution could be opened smoothly in the future, only Yan Leng returned to the company alone, and silently turned out all the cooperation plans with the Meng family, so that Yu Rui could sort it out, and the cooperation with them would be interrupted after a while。

"You really think about it? This is what you deserve, you are his son, and he deserves to help you. ”

The corners of Yan Leng's mouth rose slightly, looking at the soft night outside.

"What is deserved? Is it the inheritance that he left me after he is gone? As his son, do I only deserve the inheritance?"

Yu Rui also knew that since Meng Qinghe's funeral, Yan Leng's mood has not been very high, and he can't even postpone it when his old friends ask him to sing KTV, and he refuses to take the initiative to say a word to Yan's mother at home, so at such a tense moment, Yu Rui naturally doesn't dare to talk too much.