Her character is still the same, flammable and explosive.

Zhang Beichen was afraid that she would hurt herself by cutting a little deeper, so he took out Chen Luyao's mobile phone from his arms: "Okay, go home." I'll take you home, and you put down what you're holding. ”

"Xuanxuan, bring your mother's phone and let's go."

Xuan Xuan, who was already frightened, stood motionless, Zhang Beichen carefully sent the mobile phone to Xuan Xuan: "I'll send you, I can't get a taxi here." ”

Chen Luyao did not speak to express his acquiescence, and Zhang Beichen hurriedly waved his hand and called the person behind him: "Go and drive." ”

When Zhang Beichen's car drove out of the compound, Li Wanning sat in the car and hid in the corner to watch. Thinking about that woman carefully, I always felt that I had seen it somewhere: "Lao Yang, what is that woman's name?" ”

She spoke in a voice as nice as a nightingale, and the driver in front replied, "Chen Luyao." ”

"Oh, it's her......"

Along the way, Chen Luyao hugged his son, holding the fragments of the vase in his hand and leaving Zhang Beichen, paying attention to the people around him vigilantly.

The street lamp shook into the car, and it was vaguely seen that the blood on her neck had dried a little, and it seemed that the wound was not very deep.

Zhang Beichen asked cautiously: "Your wound should be bandaged first, right?" ”

"If it's far away from the heart, you can't die."

"Go to the hospital."

"I'm going home."

Zhang Beichen had no choice but to compromise: "Okay." Why don't we talk about it...... That person. ”

Chen Luyao knew that he was talking about Jiang Zongjun, who was Jiang Xiangyan's brother.

Because Xuanxuan always asks Chen Luyao: Where is his father.

Once when he was in the studio, Jiang Zongjun heard it, and when he saw that he felt cute and pitiful, he squatted directly on the ground and replied: "Actually, I am your father." ”

So Jiang Xiangjun was his godmother, and Jiang Zongjun became his godfather.

Chen Luyao hugged his son who was about to fall asleep and replied: "There's nothing to talk about, aren't you rich people good at checking things, just check it." ”

"Lu Yao, I think you should give me a chance to explain."

"Young Master Zhang, don't dare to say this. You are the noble son of Huayu Group, and I am just a single mother in a poor kiln. ”

Taking advantage of the faint light of the street lamp, Zhang Beichen saw her facial features clearly, and her eyes, which looked like peach blossoms when she smiled, became resolute.

"I appeared in front of the media, you should have seen it, right?"

"I don't see it." Chen Luyao replied stiffly.

"Why didn't you come to me?"

"Why should I go to you? Because you can't bear the burden behind you, you take the child to beg for you? You're going to be disappointed, we're doing well. Let's talk about it, why didn't you come to me? ”

“……”

"Afraid I'll drag you down? Think I'm not worthy of you right now? ”

"Am I that kind of person in your heart?" After speaking, Zhang Beichen smiled bitterly, and his eyes unconsciously looked out of the window.

"I don't know who you are now, but Zhang Beichen in the past was an out-and-out liar to me!"

Chen Luyao's tone was particularly disgusted, and he didn't say a word to him before he got home, just hugged the sleeping Xuanxuan and walked upstairs.

Zhang Beichen also followed upstairs, it was still the old corridor, some floors didn't even have a voice-activated light, and it was dirty and messy and no one cleaned it. Chen Luyao held his mobile phone for lighting, and he could see that there were small advertisements posted on the wall.

It's easy to climb up to the fifth floor with the child in your arms, how can you care if Zhang Beichen is following behind you.

As soon as I opened the door, it was still that small two-bedroom apartment, which was very clean and warm. Chen Luyao saw his aunt, she seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time: "Lu Yao, why did you come back?" The phone doesn't work either...... What's wrong with your neck?! ”

When she saw the person behind Chen Luyao, the corners of her aunt's mouth twitched, and she didn't speak. Zhang Beichen called out in the tone that a junior should have: "Auntie." ”

"You ......"

"I'm Beichen."

"Is it really you?"

At this time, the door of the inner room was pushed open, and an old man with slightly frosty temples walked out of it, wearing a coat, and looked at the person in front of him with empty eyes: "Is Lu Yao back?" ”

It was Chen Luyao's mother, Chen Luyao handed over the child to his aunt, and was just about to turn around and help his mother go back to sleep. But I didn't want my mother to grab Zhang Beichen's hand: "Lu Yao, why is it so late after school today?" Your dad probably won't be coming back. ”

"Mom! I'm Lu Yao! ”

"Who are you?" Mom turned around and asked Chen Luyao again.

My mother had Alzheimer's disease three years ago, and she often mistook people and circled around like an old child.

Chen Luyao's father and uncle, both truck drivers, died in a car accident more than ten years ago.

Sixteen-year-old Chen Luyao heard from adults that the two people were not dead when the car accident occurred, but they were burned alive because the truck caught fire and the two people did not escape.

Thinking of this, Chen Luyao smiled bitterly: "Mom, you should go back to sleep." ”

"Whose child are you? How can anyone call it Mom? ”

My aunt just came out and pulled my mother back to sleep, so my mother let Zhang Beichen go, and when she turned her head, she didn't forget to say to Zhang Beichen: "Lu Yao!" Go to bed early and don't play with your phone! ”

Zhang Beichen suddenly smiled as warm as before, and replied, "Got it." ”

Watching the old lady return to the room, Zhang Beichen asked Chen Luyao: "Your mother, why did you become like this?" ”

"It's time for you to go." Chen Luyao opened the door and stared at Zhang Beichen tightly, Zhang Beichen had no choice but to nod, stood up and walked out, and suddenly looked back at Chen Luyao: "You can't screw me." ”

Then he closed the cold iron door.

Chen Luyao leaned against the door and repeatedly told himself in his heart that he should be as strong as ever, and keep in mind that Zhang Beichen's sudden appearance this time must have bad intentions.

I went to the bathroom when I saw the light in my mother's room turned off, disinfected the wound in the mirror alone, and went back to sleep after simply taking some medicine.

……

Xuan Xuan looks like a child, but he is five years old and always has his own thoughts and intuition.

He remembered everything that happened yesterday, and he saw a picture of his mother in the drawer of the table in Zhang Beichen's room.

In my little head, I remember that I had seen that picture at home, and it should be in the big box on the only cabinet in the house, and my mother never let people touch the box.

Both adults and children are curious, and the more they don't let them touch, the more they want to touch. In this way, Xuan Xuan doesn't know how many times she has secretly flipped over it.

When my uncle and grandmother saw him climbing up, she hurriedly shouted, "Xuanxuan, what are you doing?" ”

"I'm ...... I...... Take something. ”

"Take what?"

"Xuanxuan's stuff." The little guy's big eyes blinked a few times, and he stood motionless on the chair: "Grandma, can you not tell your mother?" ”

"Why? Are you doing something bad again? ”

"Mom hid the candy on it." Xuan Xuan began to talk serious nonsense: "My mother bought candy and didn't let me eat it, it must be hidden there." ”

"Really?"

"Hmm."

"Then don't take it, save your mother to beat you."

"Got it."

If he can be obedient, then he is not Chen Luyao's son, and he climbed onto the cabinet on the stool. turned out the small box pressed at the bottom of the box, and inside was a photo of Chen Luyao and Zhang Beichen.