Lan Xin made himself a baked egg, and when it came out, Jian Yi sat at the dining table with a booklet in his hand.

As soon as Lan Xin sat down, Jian Yi smiled and put the book on the table and pushed it to her: "This is our wedding book, you have been keeping it carefully before." ”

Lan Xin hummed lightly, just glanced at the cover, and did not open it.

For some reason, she didn't seem to have much interest.

A flash of disappointment flashed across Jian Yi's face, and then he said, "You never cooked at home before, do you have to do everything with him?" ”

Lan Xin was stunned for a moment.

A flash of anger flashed on Jian Yi's face: "Aunt Huang used to take care of your life, you never touched the spring water, and I was reluctant to let you do housework, how could he let you cook by yourself?" Is he reluctant to even hire a nanny? ”

Lan Xin glanced at him, then retracted his gaze: "No, I did it myself." ”

"But that's not what you're supposed to do." Jian Yi was a little excited, thinking that he was looking for a wife for two years, but serving other men in someone else's house, his heart was full of anxiety and discomfort.

Lan Xin was silent for a while, and said: "I don't know how I got along with you before, but in the two years I got along with Qu Ming, I did it voluntarily, and I paid something for the family, there is nothing wrong with it, at least when he is tired, he can eat the food I cooked himself when he comes home." ”

Jian Yi's heart ached faintly.

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

What the hell did that man do to her to make her say that?

Jian Yi didn't want Lan Xin to think about the relationship with Qu Ming again, so she changed the topic and pushed the porridge to Lan Xin: "This is what my mother brought here, it tastes good." ”

Lan Xin didn't answer: "I don't like to drink porridge." ”

"Do you have a misunderstanding about my mother?"

Lan Xin shook his head: "There is no misunderstanding, it's just that it's difficult for us to get along with each other." ”

She is not a fool, she was slapped by Wen Tingliu, and she can still get along with her with Yan Yuese, not to mention that Wen Tingliu is just pretending to her.

"You can try to get along." Jian Yi also wanted to speak for her mother.

Lan Xin put down the fork and leaned back against the soft chair: "Your mother is just pretending to be like this in front of you, I think it is better for me to have as little contact as possible with her, this is also for your good, I don't want you to be caught between us." ”

"Xin'er, my mother used to say some unpleasant things, but it's all in the past, she has changed now, after all, I am his son......"

"It's okay, whatever you want." Lan Xin interrupted him, lowered his head and continued to eat.

Jian Yi looked at her in a daze, her attitude towards herself looked cold.

Even if you have amnesia, don't you want to be kind to yourself?

Just like it used to be.

After eating, Jian Yi took Lan Xin to the cemetery.

The moment he saw the photo and name on the tombstone, Lan Xin's heart twitched for a moment, his shoulders began to float up and down, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

In the past two days, everything was unfamiliar to Lan Xin, but the moment he saw his son, the pain hidden in his heart immediately spread.

With a small face and big eyes, he looks like himself.

Jian Rui, Rui Rui, Rui Er.

This is her child.

Trying to endure crying can no longer break, Lan Xin is so painful that his heart is torn, and the whole person has a sense of despair that is about to collapse.

Jian Yi hugged her into his arms: "It's okay, we can still have children in the future." ”

Lan Xin pushed him away: "Why did he leave me at such a young age?" ”

"He died in an accident."

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^