Tang Yunjie, who will be a mother, looked at Han Zhihuan, and there was gentle emotion in her heart, eyes, and tone.

At present, the divorce rate in China is rising all the way, and the divorce of parents is still a sad and sensitive topic for children. And single parents, as early as 20 years ago in the United States, became a topic of ridicule on popular talk shows.

When something can be laughed at, it is no longer a thing.

I also hope that when you can laugh and say that you are not biological, you will not take it seriously anymore.

Remember my words -- I am an outsider, and I can see clearly -- the parent-child relationship of more than 20 years has no relationship with whether it is biological or not! How to live in the past, how to live in the future!

At most, you have one more biological parent.

In fact, in my opinion, you don't need to cater to traditional culture at all, and be filial to your parents who have never met you. You just have to do what comes out of your heart.

When you want to meet them, go for them, and don't expect how to deal with them when you meet, just go with the flow. If you always feel like you're not ready to face them, there's no need to force yourself to meet them.

They lost you and had An An. You don't owe them anything. Don't think they owe you either. That's the grudge of the previous generation. You just have to be true to yourself. No matter what happens, it will not change the fact that we have watched each other for more than 20 years. We love you, as always!"

The aunt is worthy of being a person who understands Han Zhihuan's hesitant and hesitant personality, and her words are to the point.

It's a pity that Han Zhihuan hasn't had time to worry about his relationship with his biological parents.

He is also stuck in his relationship with his adoptive father.

He didn't even want to confront it and replace his father with his adoptive father.

But this father said clearly to him that he was not trustworthy and that he had ulterior motives......

Han Zhihuan smoothed his frowning brow with his thumb and index finger, and said nothing.

The detective man who came back with a plate happened to hear "We love you, as always", and couldn't help but roll his eyes up.

Han Zhihuan was about to express his worries, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the detective man squeezing between him and his aunt familiarly, and the aunt only smiled strangely.

"This is my fiancé. Auntie's cheeks flushed. Because the little buns are all there, let's replace the "boyfriend" with the "fiancé".

Han Zhihuan's mouth then changed to O: "Little, aunt-" He has only seen a fierce aunt, an occasional gentle aunt, but he has never seen an aunt who blushes.

"Yes, yes! I'm your little uncle!"

The person who claimed to be the little uncle grabbed Han Zhihuan's hand and shook it vigorously, laughing until his mouth reached the root of his ear. How to say it, the big boy opposite, although he once caused trouble to him at work, but he thought about the big red envelope he got because of him, especially on the face of his child's mother's nephew, he decided not to blame the past.

was disturbed by "little aunt, little uncle", Han Zhihuan felt that the sadness and broken jar emotions accumulated in his heart had almost disappeared.

"Is your wedding date set?" the little uncle asked Han Zhihuan familiarly, while tearing off a piece of steak from the grilled steak burger with ulterior motives and stuffing it into Tang Yunjie's mouth.

"Whose wedding date?"

"Joke, of course I'm asking about your wedding date, why don't I ask you about my own wedding date!"

"Who am I?" Han Zhihuan pointed to himself in confusion.

"With that girl, her name is An Cairui. ”

"Do you know An An too?" Han Zhihuan couldn't laugh or cry. He went on a business trip, and after he came back, people all over the world knew An An.

"Of course I do! I found her out of the middle of nowhere!" the little uncle shook his head and said quite proudly.

"He's a private investigator. The aunt added.

Han Zhihuan couldn't help but look at the person who called himself his little uncle again.

He is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, worthy of the public body type, and his temperament is not outstanding, masculine with gentleness, and determination with a little dazed, as if a man of a certain age has this expression. In short, there is nothing impressive about the body shape and expression. Clothing, but also the general public.

The proper passer-by armor passed by the front, unobtrusive, and the back was even more indistinct.

It's a private detective. It's really detrimental to the tall screen image of a private detective.

A private investigator who can make his father look up to and be willing to cooperate must have two brushes.

Han Zhihuan unconsciously felt respect for him - he was accustomed to unconditionally revering authority.

However, after a little thought, the good feeling suddenly faded.

This smiling servile may also have a tendency to flattery. Seeing the wind and making the rudder is not bad.

"What did you say to my father that made him misunderstand me so much?" Han Zhihuan asked with a disgusted expression.

"Huh?"

The aunt and uncle looked at Han Zhihuan together.

"You, you, what are you talking about?" the little uncle scratched the back of his head and asked Han Zhihuan curtly.

Looking at this appearance, it is clear that the heart is empty. Han Zhihuan sneered. Forget it, the misunderstanding has already been caused anyway, so why chase him anymore.

The aunt's eyes were rolling, looking at Han Zhihuan for a while, and her fiancé for a while, she didn't understand why the painting style had changed, and the two suddenly became a relationship of questioning and counter-questioning.

"What the hell is going on?

In the end, it is a person who has been the HR director of a large company, whether it is momentum or means, it is leverage.

"Zhihuan, you speak first. The aunt looked at Zhihuan with a smile.

"I don't have anything to say!"

"Who, you say!" the aunt frowned coldly at her fiancé.

The fiancé who has been reduced to "who" spreads his hands: "I don't know what to say!"

The aunt hugged her hands in front of her chest, and she was gone. The people who came to her to sue the royal complaint before were eager to sew up the other party's mouth, and it was all up to them.

"Well, I'll ask, and you answer. "Auntie changes the rules.

"Zhihuan, you just said that your father misunderstood you, what did he misunderstand about you?"

"He misunderstood me for deceiving An An's love with false feelings so as to keep his position. ”

"No!" the little uncle screamed. "He told you personally?"

"Yes. Han Zhihuan returned.

The little uncle looked at the void, and after thinking for a while, he couldn't help but nod: "I didn't expect it." He is such a person. Unexpectedly. ”

"Who, what are you talking about?" asked the aunt Xiang.

The little uncle scratched his head again: "Limited to the confidentiality agreement, I can't divulge the slightest information about the customer. But I can assure you: we should, no, say anything that might cause a misunderstanding between father and son......" The little uncle's voice grew lower and lower. He seemed to vaguely remember that someone had said that Han Zhihuan had hidden An An, which made it impossible for the detective agency to approach An An and confirm An An. Damn, that person seems to be himself.

The aunt's gaze at her fiancé became playful.

She knew him too well. If he is not guilty and is arrogant, but if he lacks confidence, he will make a mistake.