Cong Jiajia was taken aback by Cheng Nanwei's roar, no matter how angry she was, she was still afraid of Cheng Nanwei after all, and she also knew that women could occasionally sprinkle in front of men, but not too much.

She took the initiative to stop and closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Cheng Nanwei was still angry, looking at Cong Jiajia and wanting to say something, but seeing Cong Jiajia close his eyes, he frowned slightly, sighed lightly, and turned his head to look at the vast night outside the window.

Cong Jiajia and Cheng Nanwei didn't have any communication this night, and they didn't know if the topic like a landmine was naturally ruled out or retained as a hidden danger.

The next morning, as usual, Ye Xiang sent Cong Jiajia to school, when the car passed by the gate of the community where Bai Yanyan lived, Cong Jiajia subconsciously glanced inside, and saw the radiant Bai Yanyan coming out of the community, she was wearing an apricot-colored windbreaker, the close-fitting cut outlined her perfect figure, and her long legs in black stockings were exposed underneath, looking extremely charming.

Bai Yanyan walked towards a black dazzling Mercedes-Benz without any hesitation, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes stepped down from the Mercedes-Benz, the two nasolabial folds were very eye-catching, with a deep old age, he opened the car door for Bai Yanyan very attentively.

Cong Jiajia saw the middle-aged man, when Bai Yanyan got into the car, he put his hand on Bai Yanyan's shoulder very ambiguously, Bai Yanyan looked up and smiled at him coquettishly, Cong Jiajia's heart chuckled.

Ye Xiang in front seemed to have seen this scene as well, and a disdainful sneer came out of his mouth.

Cong Jiajia didn't bother to take care of Ye Xiang, as soon as the car arrived at the school gate, she got out of the car, took out her mobile phone and called Bai Yanyan, in the past, when Bai Yanyan was drinking in the bar, there were also guests who needed to socialize, but she had never had such a good relationship with a man of this age.

Her phone was pressed by Bai Yanyan, presumably because Bai Yanyan was inconvenient to answer.

Cong Jiajia came to the office with a heavy heart, the other two teachers in the office were not there, only her cash cow was bowing her head and concentrating on pouring boiling water into the instant noodle bucket, she quickly took a photo, and by the way, accompanied by the text, 'His breakfast' and sent it to Cheng Lemei.

Song Chenfei was disturbed by the sound of Cong Jiajia's mobile phone photography, raised his head, stared at his big dark eyes, and looked at Cong Jiajia in confusion, "What are you doing?" ”

Cong Jiajia looked at the words 'sent successfully', and smiled at Song Chenfei, "Post a Weibo, don't worry, there is absolutely no you in it." ”

Song Chenfei stood up suspiciously, as if to look at Cong Jiajia's mobile phone, when the young and charming female teacher next door, Amore, walked in with a box of porridge, "Oh, Feifei, how do you eat instant noodles, how nutritious, come, I just bought more boxes of porridge, you can eat this!" ”

Her voice was so soft and charming that it gave people goosebumps all over her body.

Song Chenfei's handsome face sank, "I'm sorry, I don't like to drink porridge." ”

"Then what do you like to eat, I'll buy it for you." Amore leaned over to Song Chenfei's side, her eyes full of affection.

"I just like to eat instant noodles." Song Chenfei sat on the chair with a cold face and ignored Amore.

Amore wasn't angry at all and chuckled, "I'm quite good-tempered, but I like men with a temper!" After saying that, he twisted his waist and went out.

Cong Jiajia finally laughed, and Song Chenfei glared at her in annoyance.

Seeing that Song Chenfei was unhappy, Cong Jiajia was in a good mood, sat down and began to sort out the information on the table, she had just been working for a while, the mobile phone rang, she picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number: "Cong Jiajia!" ”

The number was unfamiliar, the voice was familiar, Cong Jiajia was immediately in a state of combat readiness, "Aunt Fan, is there something wrong?" ”

Fan Yuehua snorted coldly on the other side of the phone, "You don't have to talk to me, and I don't have time to deal with you, I only ask you one sentence: Do you dare to face a real Cheng Nanwei?" Do you dare to face an astonishing reality? ”

It's time to come or it's coming!

Cong Jiajia stood up with the phone, walked out of the office, and smiled casually: "I don't seem to have to continue such a meaningless topic with you, I can see the real Cheng Nanwei every night, and I will be absolutely honest." ”

"Cong Jiajia, you don't have to deliberately say these words to anger me, I tell you that sleeping is just a process, and the final result is the result." Fan Yuehua was a little angry when she was stimulated.

"I know you care about results, otherwise you wouldn't have been in a hurry to get pregnant just after meeting my dad." Cong Jiajia smiled softly.

Fan Yuehua took a deep breath and suppressed the fire, "Are you coming?" ”

"No, no." Cong Jiajia decisively refused.

"You're so stupid and cute, you're just pretending to be an ostrich, thinking that if you shrank your head, the world would be perfect." Fan Yuehua said sarcastically: "Cong Jiajia, do you have to live in the ambiguous relationship between her husband and stepmother all her life?" Maybe you've reached the point where a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water, but have you ever thought about how your father felt when he knew about it? Have you ever thought about how those relatives and friends of the Cong family felt when they knew about this? ”

"Fan Yuehua, do you really want to carry out your shamelessness to the end?" Cong Jiajia's voice was cold, like an ice cream, "I sue you, if you dare to publicize your pickled and unruly things, I will also have countless ways to make Cheng Nanwei ignore you forever." ”

Fan Yuehua's breath was a little weaker, "Cong Jiajia, I didn't ask you for anything, I just want you to come to Fuyuan Community, No. 89, I just want you to meet someone, if you choose to marry Cheng Nanwei at that time, I have nothing to say." ”

Cong Jiajia put down her phone, distraught, she didn't want to pay attention to Fan Yuehua, but she had to admit that what Fan Yuehua just said hit her inner curiosity and worry in the most serious way.

The looming relationship between Cheng Nanwei and Fan Yuehua has been bothering her these days, even if she has persuaded herself countless times not to disturb herself and not to think too much about those things, but the doubts will not dissipate, Fan Yuehua's voice has been ringing in her ears, like an ancient spell.

Song Chen couldn't help but look at the absent-minded Cong Jiajia,

Cong Jiajia hesitated in three, but still asked Song Chenfei for leave and took a taxi to Fuyuan Community.

This community is a typical school district house, surrounded by the city's famous primary schools, middle schools, housing prices are even more expensive to frighten people, a small loft of 20 square meters, equivalent to 200 square meters of large apartments in other places.

This community is very large, mainly with six-story apartments, plus many high-rise buildings scattered among them, all the first floor has a small yard ranging from twenty or thirty square meters, every household has planted flowers and plants here, but some of them are going to wither this season.

Cong Jiajia slowly found No. 89, this family is also on the first floor, there is a parasol in the yard, a round table and chairs, birthday cakes, fruits, flowers on the table, a boy about ten years old is running happily inside, shouting excitedly: "Dad, Mom, you come out quickly!" ”

Looking at this little boy who was a little similar to Fan Yuehua, Cong Jiajia was shocked, she subconsciously hid her body behind a tall business car, and looked at the situation in the yard through the car glass.

Fan Yuehua, who was dressed in linen and casual, walked out with a smile like a spring flower, and the little boy immediately threw himself into her arms, calling 'Mom' happily, and then beckoned to the door, "Dad, you're here too!" ”

With a tall figure, handsome eyebrows, and a kind expression, Cheng Nanwei, who was in a meeting, walked out of the house. I734