She didn't know if he had just experienced any setbacks, she was just instinctively angry at people who didn't value life.

Seeing that she frowned, there must be another talk of education brewing.

Chen Cheng smiled and hurriedly said, "I don't want to die now, I want to live, I don't go to dangerous places, and I don't take a plane anymore." ”

Seeing her expression softened back, the young man paused: "It's not ......"

"But what?"

"But can I come to you in any trouble in the future?"

There was a sly glint in Chen Cheng's eyes.

Su Yihuan quickly caught it: "We met in Pingshui, why are you threatening me with your own health?" ”

"Because my sister is a good person."

The determination in the young man's eyes was like two burning flames, and Su Yihuan was inexplicably moved.

She nodded helplessly: "As long as you cherish life, you can come to me if you have difficulties, I will definitely help if I can." ”

Before the words fell, the young man had already stretched out his hand and hooked Su Yihuan's little finger with his little finger.

"Okay, let's pull the hook."

I don't know if Chen Cheng is really hungry or if the wontons are too delicious, Chen Cheng even drank the soup in a bowl of wontons.

He put down the bowl, said goodbye to Su Yihuan, and walked briskly.

After walking a few steps and turning back, he saw that Su Yihuan was still sitting there, and waved with a smile.

Su Yihuan smiled and shook his head, it was really childish.

Chen Cheng walked out of the alley, walking alone under the street lamp, walking slowly, walking for a long time, pretending not to see the Cayenne following behind him.

The car drove as slowly as he walked, and it followed him unrelentingly.

In the end, Chen Cheng finally had to stop and turn around to look at the car.

The back-seat window slowly lowered, revealing the face of a middle-aged woman.

This person once passed by Su Yihuan in the corridor of the hospital.

"Mom."

Chen Cheng called.

Chen Cheng's mother looked calm and opened the car door:

"Get in the car."

But Chen Cheng didn't want to sit in the back seat, but pulled the co-driver into the car.

Then I heard my mother in the back seat sigh deeply: "You are not at home to recuperate, and you are running around, and you don't say hello, I asked someone to check the location of your mobile phone to find you." ”

It turned out that I forgot to turn off my phone.

As if tired, he didn't answer, leaned back in the back of his seat, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"Is photography that interesting? Ignoring the body? A small alley, what is there to photograph? ”

The alley was too narrow for the car to drive into, and Chen Cheng had always disliked being disturbed during filming, so she waited in the car until she saw Chen Cheng come out of it, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't see what happened in the alley.

Chen Cheng, who closed his eyes and was silent, also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good she didn't see it......

Looking at the faint side face of her son in the front seat, Jiang Yiru felt very powerless.

When her son grew up and had his own thoughts, she didn't know when she started, she felt that there was a certain estrangement between mother and son, like an invisible wall, and Chen Cheng always had a faint sense of alienation. 187

When did it start to be like this? The distance between mother and son seems to be very close, but in fact, they are separated by a galaxy, thinking of this, Jiang Yiru only feels endless exhaustion.

Back at home, Chen Cheng went up the stairs, and halfway up, he suddenly turned around, a little naughty: "Mom, why are you so good to me?" ”

This flashing of the boy's naughtiness made Jiang Yiru feel relieved, and her mood after worrying for a day was much better, she smiled: "What a stupid question, you are your mother's son, how can there be a mother in this world who is not good to her son?" ”

Chen Cheng nodded: "Really?" ”

Then he turned and went upstairs.

"Xiaocheng, my mother asked Sister-in-law Liu to stew white fungus lotus seed porridge, do you want to eat a little?"

"I've eaten."

Chen Cheng's voice came from far away from upstairs.

Sister-in-law Liu made the porridge and went home, and the porridge was warm in the pot.

Jiang Yiru sat alone at the bar in the kitchen, with only a small light on.

A middle-aged beautiful woman, her face can vaguely see the elegance of her young face.

It's just that now that she is old after all, no medical beauty can match the cruelty of time, besides, since she gave birth to Chen Cheng, her son's body makes her suspense all the time, and when people worry, it will appear on their faces.

No matter how strong a person is, he can't be strong.

The small spoon in his hand stirred the porridge in the bowl, and after a while it was put into his mouth, he frowned.

It's too sweet, there is too much rock sugar, and Sister-in-law Liu always can't make sweet porridge.

She couldn't help but think of the bowl of white fungus lotus seed porridge she drank when she attended a party at the Bai family some time ago.

Because of a rare opportunity, she went to Linshi and attended a semi-private dinner, which was held in the Wen family's courtyard, and Jiang Yiru was deflated when she came back from the dinner.

She looked around at what she could say was a splendid home.

From the kitchen utensils, knives to the bathroom floor, the crystal chandelier was flown back from Paris, and she drove to pick it up herself, which she liked.

Looking at it now, the gorgeous thin and bland.

Live in a luxury house and drive a famous car, but what's the use? The husband is the owner of the coal mine, and there are nearly 10,000 books in the huge study room at home, which are bought and displayed there.

Her family is the so-called local tyrant?

Rich, uneducated, tasteless, stuck in a strange position in terms of social class.

Embarrassed.

Jiang Yiru is a naturally strong person, her heart is higher than the sky, she is not convinced, the more she cares, the more she has to keep improving, saying that she has no taste, she will buy whatever she has high taste, which one at home is not expensive?

Slowly, I felt that I was not losing to any noblewoman, and I did everything possible to get the invitation of the Bai family, the Yancheng Shi family, and the Xibin Bai family, all of whom were famous members of high society.

She wanted to see what kind of flowers the so-called family could get rich.

I went, watched, eaten, and recalled, and there was nothing specific to write down, but I just felt something that couldn't be described, which made her deflated from the bottom of her heart.

After thinking about it, I just remember a sweet porridge, there are not many rare things, and every family can make it, but it just doesn't have the taste of others.

Is it that the chef is not qualified? No, the smell is felt in the heart.

Probably the so-called family, heirlooms are not only money.

She thought so.

Jiang Yiru poured the porridge into the sink and slowly walked up to the second floor to sleep.

Chen Cheng turned off the light and nestled in the quilt.

The light of the camera screen faintly illuminated his young face, and on the screen was a photo of Su Yihuan, who suddenly looked back, with a bit of a hasty look, his eyes were round, and he was a little stunned.