Han Jingying drove straight to Zhihuan's younger brother's house. The driver delivered to the door and waited downstairs.

Zhihuan's younger brother's mother was surprised and delighted.

At this moment, Tang Yunrou looked at Han Jingying as if she were her future daughter-in-law. She had never liked this girl with so good luck that people were jealous of her as she did now.

"Oh, my dad isn't here?" Han Jingying looked around, the room was cold, and she never saw her father.

"He's been very busy these days, and he doesn't come when he's busy. Tang Yunrou handed over a cup of flower tea, took out the gesture of "mother", and replied gently and "kindly".

Han Jingying's interest suddenly decreased by half, thinking of the secret unresolved doubts in her heart, she raised her eyes several times to look at the younger brother and mother of Zhihuan, who was very well maintained in front of her and more like her sister, and almost wanted to open her mouth, but because of her cultivation, she couldn't ask.

"What do you want to say?" Tang Yunrou asked encouragingly. She also thought that Han Jingying was going to have a showdown by answering so shyly. Wow, his biological daughter and adopted son are childhood sweethearts, and they are secretly in love, and finally they want to get married and fall in love, so how can she not be secretly excited!

"If I ask the wrong question, please forgive me for my ignorance of my youth. In addition, I would like to make it clear that I have no ill intentions, I just want to know. ”

Q. Malice?

"Good. Tang Yunrou was still smiling, but a faint sense of foreboding rose.

"You are very beautiful, and you must not worry about getting married back then. After so many years, why would you rather go down to the dust and be an outer room with no name and no share? Why do you want to spend a few years in a low voice and beg for a person's forgiveness?"

Tang Yunrou chuckled lightly, her face was not only not annoyed, but even more gentle and bright: "Silly girl." Because I love him. I love him, and I don't know it even when I'm down to the dust, and I don't know it when I'm low. In your eyes, I have spent a few years, and the days in my eyes have not been in vain, and I miss and remember him every day. As for the nameless and part-in-the-other outer chambers, I thank you for being so tactful. As long as he has me in his heart, I really don't care at all. ”

Han Jingying's eyes opened more and more, and she sighed in her heart: It turns out that there is really a love like a moth to a fire in the world.

When I thought about myself, I became more and more relieved. I am still taking care of my figure, self-esteem, face, and third party, which means that I don't love enough.

"One day, will I meet such a beautiful love?" Han Jingying was a little stunned when she heard it. Inside, she is yearning. Especially when she was raised in captivity, she felt that she had nowhere to vent her energy, and she longed for a vigorous love that could make her unreservedly devoted.

Tang Yunrou suddenly lowered her head, chewed on the "beauty" that Han Jingying said, and sighed with emotion in her heart: "What is beautiful for one person is cruel to another." ”

"Huh?"

"I have entangled your father with 'good' love, taking up his time and attention, and for your mother, is it not a cruel third party?"

"Hmm. ”

Han Jingying found that she had lost the will to share the same hatred. At this moment, she is willing to stand in the middle line, and she is willing to support Zhihuan's younger brother's mother and her own mother.

Anyway, there was no way to find her father, anyway, she had already come face to face with her younger brother's mother, and she obviously looked lonely, Han Jingying happily stayed and baked with her at home.

said that Han Jingying did it together, but in fact, it was more just watching, watching Zhihuan's mother, who seemed to have ten fingers not touching the spring water, skillfully pour bread flour, jujube paste, oil, salt, eggs, sugar, and yeast into the bread machine bucket and start the dough mixing program.

To Han Jingying's surprise, Zhihuan's younger brother's mother rolled up her sleeves and began to knead the dough with her palms, seeing that she was very familiar with the technique.

"I don't usually do it, it's just that your dad likes to eat it. Zhihuan's brother's mother smiled softly.

Han Jingying's heart jumped suddenly, she secretly compared, and finally decided: Mother will probably only tell the cook to bring her father's favorite dishes when she cooks them.

The mother of the original Zhihuan's younger brother kept his father, not just by his beauty. Han Jingying felt that she had learned a lot from this trip, although she had not yet summarized what it was in time.

The kneaded dough needs to ferment at room temperature of 28 degrees for about an hour.

The two of them took the opportunity to chat about skin care and exchange fashion information. Han Jingying even felt that she was more in love than chatting with her mother.

When the hour came, Zhihuan's mother, who was originally delicate and charming, as if she didn't eat the fireworks in the world, suddenly changed her painting style, rolled up her sleeves and continued to knead her dough.

After three hours of busy work, four finished products were baked.

Han Jingying had just taken out the tray while wearing oven gloves, when she heard a familiar voice at the kitchen door: "It's so fragrant!"

Sure enough, when I looked up, my father was standing at the door of the semi-open kitchen with a smile on his lips.

"Daddy!"

Taking advantage of the fact that Zhihuan's younger brother's mother was not there, Han Jingying whispered in hatred: "Hmph, I knew you would come." "It's almost an instinctive reaction. In the past, she used herself to entangle her father at home.

Han's father reached out and scratched his daughter's nose, and replied in a low voice: "I only came when I knew you were here." ”

Han Jingying had to say more, and when she saw the figure of Zhihuan's younger brother's mother, she closed her mouth with a smile.

Zhihuan's younger brother's mother went to the bedroom to change clothes.

When she came out, she not only had more slim clothes, but also more delicate makeup, and her smile was also active. Han Jingying couldn't help but believe that she really had love in her heart. My mother may have lost the motivation to put on a new look for my father.

Slice fresh bread and serve on a delicate small plate.

Regarding Zhihuan's younger brother's mother's flower tea, Han Jingying mixed a cup of flower tea coffee for her father, which made her father drink it with love and hate.

Zhihuan's mother on the side giggled with laughter, and her state was like a girl.

Everyone is talking about irrelevant topics. Han Jingying could see at a glance that her father had something on her mind, but Zhihuan's younger brother's mother seemed to be simply happy with her happiness, and she didn't notice that her father was on her mind.

Han Jingying was a little unsure: maybe what her father was thinking was, when will the silly girl leave?

The bread baked by herself (watching the baked bread) was particularly sweet, and Han Jingying ate two pieces unconsciously. Rubbing his hands and preparing to find an excuse to leave, he suddenly heard his father ask, "Do you believe in feelings or reason?"

Han Jingying looked up and saw her father staring straight at her.

"Ask me?"

"Definitely not asking me. He knew I wasn't rational. Tang Yunrou smiled lightly.

"Dad, that's not right. How could such a wise person ask such a question. ”

"Ahaha, the bystanders are clear, and the authorities are confused. ”

"What is it?" Han Jingying asked strangely.

Father Han almost opened his mouth to say it, but suddenly glanced at Tang Yunrou and closed his mouth again.

Han Jingying had a bad premonition in her heart: her father's secret may be related to her younger brother.