On the afternoon of getting off work early, after listening to An Cairui's joke about the "tragic past", Han Zhihuan was full of sympathy and decided to compensate An Cairui as much as he could.

"Do you want to secretly call your brother out, let's go have a delicious meal together?" Han Zhihuan "admonished" An Cairui.

An Cairui's eyes lit up: "If you can, of course it's good!"

Who knows, before Han Zhihuan had time to refine his suggestion, he received a call from his aunt.

Auntie rarely called him.

Although her aunt Tang Yunjie is still single, to Han Zhihuan, she is like a "little mother", at the age of 36, she works for her father's Snow Clothing Group as the director of administrative personnel. The difference with the name of her mother "Tang Yunrou" is one word.

My aunt is 6 years younger than her mother, because she is well maintained and has no marriage and love troubles, she looks vibrant, refreshing and beautiful, and she is 30 years old at most. But for Han Zhihuan, who knows the roots, it is just an illusion, and the aunt is fierce, and it is more difficult than her mother.

Han Zhihuan answered his aunt's call respectfully, and it turned out that there was nothing important, but he just asked him to go home for dinner in the evening, because "Your father sent a pure wild stinging cucumber." I invited the chef of Hydesen to cook it at home, and after it was ready, I sent a copy to our house while it was hot. ”

Good things are shared. This kind of thing happens from time to time, and it's not surprising that it's not surprising.

After the phone call, Han Zhihuan was very embarrassed and said sorry to Ahn Chae-rui.

An Cairui smiled and said it didn't matter. The small flame in his eyes dimmed.

Han Zhihuan didn't dare to disobey his aunt's wishes, and he couldn't refuse the warm care from his father, so he had to say goodbye to An Cairui ruthlessly. In order to drive away the guilt, he decided to give An Cairui a commission of 2,000 yuan at the end of the month, regardless of whether there is a new dress design draft.

Han Zhihuan drove home.

The dining table has been set up. Looking at the seat placement, Han Zhihuan knew that his father would not come tonight.

He wasn't lost at all. In his father's absence, he is more at ease.

Han Zhihuan first greeted his mother and chatted, and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands and eat. Usually, when the father is away, the aunt takes the place of the father and dominates the voice at the table. Not only her mother, but even Han Zhihuan herself likes to listen to her aunt talk about her daily workplace situation.

What Han Zhihuan heard was the human affection and humanity in the workplace, and what his mother heard was the breath of the country under the leadership of his father.

At dinner that day, the aunt, who had always been talkative, suddenly stared at the TV with chopsticks.

Han turned his head, and the TV on the wall was playing a feature film about two pregnant women giving birth to two baby boys in the obstetrics and gynecology ward of the Johannesburg City Hospital in South Africa. One new mother is the daughter of a wealthy South African family, and the other is the daughter of a poor man.

When a nurse carried the baby from the nursery to their respective mothers, a terrible mistake occurred - the nurse carried the two newborns to the "wrong" mothers. Unbeknownst to them, the two new mothers each took someone else's child home.

Two years later, the wealthy mother was shocked to find out in the divorce case that her son's DNA test showed that the husband was not his father and that he was not his mother herself.

The rich mother then remembered another mother in the obstetrics and gynecology department who gave birth to her at a similar time to her two years ago. Through the intermediate contact of the hospital, it was finally confirmed that the two did hold the wrong child.

Han Zhihuan turned his head and couldn't help but stare at his aunt for a few more seconds. Hey, it's a woman. Although he wears smart professional attire, he is still keen on gossip.

Han Zhihuan filled two pieces of wild ginseng with soft glutinous gel and handed them to his mother. A smile of relief appeared on the mother's face. Give two more slices to my aunt. This slimy stuff is said to be rich in collagen and is the secret of female aging.

The aunt hurriedly thanked Han Zhihuan, still looking at the TV. Han Zhihuan and his mother glanced at the TV without a glance.

Han Zhihuan approached his mother: "Could it be that my aunt wants a child of her own?"

The mother smiled angrily, patted Han Zhihuan's arm coquettishly, and quickly glanced at the aunt who was watching TV, signaling Han Zhihuan not to talk nonsense.

The aunt noticed the small movements of the mother and son, but did not catch the point of interaction between them.

"Look. The child raised by the poor mother was very willing to associate with her rich mother, and the child raised by the rich mother confessed that he did not want to return to the poor mother. ”

The mother was too lazy to look at it, and she didn't bother to answer, so she lowered her head and savored the wild sea cucumber sent by her father. Mother is very good at this, she doesn't follow dramas. In my free time, I prefer to flip through books, although it is popular. Han Zhihuan guessed that his mother must be very envious of his mother's well-read and intelligent mother.

Han Zhihuan also doesn't like this kind of far-flung bizarre events broadcast on TV.

No one responded to Auntie.

The aunt sighed alone and returned to her original chatty appearance. My aunt said that the group is ready to set up a new brand to focus on the mid-to-high-end children's clothing market.

Han Zhihuan, who does mid-to-high-end dress design, was moved. Because of An Cairui, he vaguely produced the appearance of a poor child with no clothes to wear. What if he was asked to design a costume for this child?

Han Zhihuan suddenly felt that the fountain of inspiration was surging.

"I'm also interested in children's design. Han Zhihuan happily answered.

"If you're interested, call you over and feel it. "Auntie made a decision at the moment.

"As far as I know, your father is digging Hancheng. bypassed our personnel department, sent his own daughter, and played the family card. But Han Cheng didn't buy it, I don't know what the final effect will be. ”

Han Zhihuan glanced at his mother first. The mother's expression was calm, and the water was not happy.

Han Zhihuan only smiled and said nothing. It's not about shying away. My aunt is more like a family than my father. It's just that Han Zhihuan feels that his mother and father are nominally divorced. The father, out of various considerations, wants to pull his younger brother's son into his business empire, which is reasonable and deserved.

What could he say? Applause? Enthusiasm seemed to be a little fake. Sorry, he's not interested in anything else at all, except for design.

"What is Han Cheng's personality?" asked his mother casually.

"It's low-key, it's cultured. I've heard Jingying say these two things. The best thing for a teacher's child is to behave like a cultured person. Who knows what's going on inside!" Auntie seemed to have some hostility towards Han Cheng.

Han Zhihuan listened casually without caring about himself. He still thinks about Ahn Chae-rui's younger brother. A poor child who is beyond his imagination, lives in the same city as him, sees the same public buildings, breathes the same air, but lives a completely different life.

I don't know what An Cairui will take for dinner tonight. Some people still don't know how to shy away from it, and if they eat alone, they will eat without an image, right?

Thinking of Ahn Chae-rui's gobbling, Han Zhihuan had a deeply amused smile on his face.