In the morning, a silver sedan slowly drove into the parking lot of the courtyard. Nanfeng, who was on duty at night, had just come home from work. In fact, he has a house in the city center, and sometimes the hospital is busy, so he basically lives there conveniently.

It's just that his mother's health is not good these days, so even if he is tired, he will go back to the villa.

As soon as he entered the door of the house, the cook maid who had been with the Nan family for many years greeted him and picked up the briefcase in his hand. "Young master, good morning, you are tired, but you should sit down for a while, and then go to bed after breakfast." Serving the Nan family all the year round, knowing that they work hard as doctors, the cook is also very distressed about Nanfeng: "Today's breakfast, I specially boiled porridge to nourish the liver and eyes, you work at night, drink this best." ”

"Thank you," showed little tenderness to the cook, hooked the corners of her mouth, and Nanfeng walked from the entrance to the living room, "What about my mother?" "His dad went north to attend a medical seminar, so only Mrs. Nan was there in the house.

"Madame is upstairs." Speaking of the beloved lady, the cook also knew that she was not in good health, and her round eyebrows immediately became more worried.

"Then I'll go check it out first, and you can get me breakfast first." Before entering the living room, he turned back and walked to the stairs, and his mother's health worried Nanfeng very much.

"Hey, that's ......"

After a few steps up to the second floor, Nanfeng went straight to his parents' bedroom.

The door of the bedroom was not closed, Jiang Meiling sat on the chair at the window, holding a book in both hands, looking down and thinking about something.

Nanfeng paused outside the door for a moment, then knocked on the door: "Knock knock." "Mom." Qingxiu's eyebrows were slightly raised, and Jun's face was worried that could not be concealed, and he went to Jiang Meiling's side.

"Hey, Feng'er, you're back." Ben fell into a longing expression, and after hearing his son's voice, he finally revealed his former tenderness. The eyebrows crooked and the apricot eyes looked at his son with a smile, "Tired, right?" Have you had breakfast? ”

"The cook is preparing, so let's eat." Bending down slightly beside her mother, Nanfeng finally saw that what was on her legs was not a book, but a photo album. He really hasn't seen this album before, and it should have been many years ago when he looked at this packaging. Because the outside is dark real cowhide that cannot be found on the market now, and the inside is still transparent plastic paper, and then there are a few old photos with yellowed periphery.

"This is my grandparents?" At this moment, the photos he flipped through were two young men and women he had never seen, wearing Mao suits and student uniforms from the Republic of China. But he can still recognize the man's eyebrows and eyes, but the person in his memory is much older.

Looking at the photo again, Jiang Meiling's fingers touched the two people inside, and said softly, "Yes, this is your grandfather." But this is not your grandmother, it is Xiaoxiao's mother. ”

Stunned for a moment, Nanfeng squatted down and looked at the photo carefully. My grandfather was very handsome, and he was definitely a handsome guy when he was young. And the aunt's mother, who has never met before, has a kind of gentleness in her bones, with crooked willow eyebrows, snuggling up to her grandfather with a smile in the corners of her eyes, wearing clothes from her student days, full of temperament.

"Xiaoxiao looks very similar to her mother, this eyebrows, eyes, this face shape, especially when she ties up her braids, it looks very similar!" Turning over the memories of the past, Jiang Meiling's eyes were quiet and nostalgic.

Nanfeng raised his eyes to see his mother's longing expression, with a touch of loneliness and sadness in his nostalgia. Sometimes he is a little puzzled, because his mother is just a stepdaughter who married into the Jiang family with his mother, so he has his real father. But she has always treated her grandfather and aunt like a real relative, and sometimes even more profound than relatives who are related by blood.

However, thinking about it in other words, it may be because her grandfather treats her as his own daughter, even if her grandmother died, he still gave her the best living environment, learning environment, and found her a good husband. That's why she misses and appreciates them so much.

Holding his mother's hand, he knew that his mother was a grateful person. Even if there is no blood relationship, the Jiang family is also her home.

"By the way, Feng'er, look, this is your aunt." Suddenly remembering something, she pulled out her hand, and Jiang Meiling hurriedly flipped through a few photos. Finally, I turned to a single photo.

The woman in the photo is slim, wearing a white embroidered red peony cheongsam and an oil-paper umbrella, standing under a locust tree. He has shiny black hair that reaches to his waist. The willow eyebrows are slender, the apricot eyes are bright and quiet, and the face is beautiful and delicate. With a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth with red makeup, she is an out-and-out beauty who captivates the country and the city.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Seeing that her son was a little stunned, Jiang Meiling said in a somewhat proud tone.

"Hmm...... Is this Auntie? His eyes moved from the photo to his mother's face, and Nanfeng saw Jiang Xiaoxiao's face for the first time. And then this aunt brought him amazement, but also a kind of surprise and shock.

Because this aunt's face is indeed seven points similar to the current Mucha's! If Mucha had grown her hair long, it would have been more like her!

"Well, isn't it like that?" Seeing what the surprise and shock in her son's eyes meant, Jiang Meiling looked at him and asked.

Looking at Jiang Meiling's inquiring gaze, as a doctor, Nanfeng knows the most about genetic inheritance. If the similarity of two people reaches some level, it cannot be ruled out that there will be some blood relationship between them.

But this is not absolute, many people will hit their faces, just like some people look like them, or look like someone. Therefore, it is inconclusive to look at the similarity of appearance alone.

"Son ......" Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Meiling was a little anxious and pushed his hand.

Alas......

Sighing and standing up, he knew what his mother meant. Ever since she met Mucha, she hadn't let go. Looking at the photos here today, if she doesn't figure out the relationship between Mucha and Jiang Xiaoxiao, she will definitely not feel at ease.

"Don't worry, I will find a way to help you figure out whether Mucha and Aunt have anything to do with each other." On the one hand, it was for his mother, and on the other hand, after seeing this photo, Nanfeng himself couldn't help but be curious about Mucha's life experience.

Was it a coincidence, or was Mucha his cousin?

"That's good, that's good!" Finally relieved, Jiang Meiling caressed the photo, she was really happy to get the news about her sister again.

Shaking her head helplessly, Nanfeng knew that this was already a knot in her heart, and she couldn't do it if she didn't finish it. But he also said: "However, Mom, Mo Fan said that Mucha may already be an orphan, if she is really the daughter of the aunt, then the aunt may be ......"

didn't say the rest of the words, Jiang Meiling's face had changed from joy just now to sadness. Looking up at her son, she sighed softly and said, "I know, maybe your aunt is no longer alive." However, even so, if that child is your aunt's flesh and blood, then we can't sit idly by! Your aunt's child is a member of the Jiang family! We can't sit idly by! Repeating this sentence, Nanfeng could see that his mother was very obsessed with her aunt. As long as it's her aunt's flesh and blood, she can't leave it alone.

"Okay, I got it."

Nodding understandingly, Nanfeng pondered where to find Mucha's background? Do you want to ask Chu Mofan again?

Shen Mei, he could actually see that in Muxia's matter, Chu Mofan seemed to want to hide something. Just not wanting her to recall the past is proof of it.

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The ham slices are mellow and delicious, the poached eggs are cooked just right, and the bread is more fragrant than hers. For breakfast, Mucha failed in cooking. Look at my daughter again, now not only my heart has been bought, but even my stomach has been bought. Her status as a real mother is really precarious!

So, the indignant eyes glanced at the person who had eaten on the other side again.

Receiving her Nth indignant look, although he was a little puzzled, he didn't mind. On the contrary, I like her like an angry kitten to stare twice from time to time, and she is cute all the time.

"Mommy, you can't blame others for not being as good as others!" Seeing Mommy's indignant appearance, Xingxing sighed secretly. After breakfast, she didn't know how many times she had watched it, and Mommy glared at her uncle like this.

Obviously, my uncle just made something better than hers.

"Baby, it's definitely not a matter of inferior skills!" What skills are not as good as others, she has no time to study cooking skills for work! Raising his head with his cheeks puffed up, Mucha said that he wanted to save some face!

"Yes, yes, Mommy is busy~~" As a little roundworm in Muxia's stomach, Xingxing hurriedly flattered, and then turned his eyes to Chu Mofan and said: "And Nirvana, aren't all men cooking now, women eating?" Mommy, even if you can't cook, it's okay! In the future, let your uncle take care of the cooking, and you will be in charge of eating! Isn't that right, uncle? ”

After speaking, he did not forget to wink at Chu Mofan and pass on the message.

Immediately understood, gently picked his lips, and stared at a certain woman with evil and affectionate eyes, he said: "Of course, as long as your mommy says a word, brush the pot, wash the dishes and cook, uncle is all inclusive." At the end, he paused slightly and said: "Outside, you can also put water to wipe your back, warm the bed and sell a cute dragon!"

"Poof——! One big and one small squirted together, and then there were two very different expressions.

The star smiled wide-eyed and secretly gave him a thumbs up; Uncle is definitely three good men, and there is wood! Inside and out, it's all reliable!!

can be a cold man, can sell cuteness!!

And a certain woman was flushed and threw angry eyes at him again, who wants you to wipe your back, who wants you to warm the bed! Shameless, cheeky! Disgusted to the end!

A light smile swept over the corners of his mouth, and he gently picked up his coffee and opened the newspaper with a serious face, as if what he had just said did not come from his mouth at all. Haunt in my heart, I'm shameless, I'm just not afraid of your dislike.

After breakfast, at eight o'clock, Assistant Yu appeared outside the door on time.

Originally, there was no need for Chu Mofan to go to the construction site in person, but since the design drawings this time were from Chu Moyi, if he didn't go in person, he was afraid that those people would still mess up. It's just that......

Changing into the previous casual home attire, Chu Mofan came out of the house in a black coat with an awe-inspiring aura.

"President, your hand?" Seeing that he hung down the hand that was originally hanging on his chest, Assistant Yu showed worry.

"It's okay, the plaster hasn't been removed." I glanced at my arm wrapped in the sleeve of my coat, but fortunately it was winter, and my clothes were big, and no one found out that my hand was hidden inside. Otherwise, word of his injury would have been spread.

"That's good." In this way, Assistant Yu was relieved.

A calm gaze fell to the pillar, where Mucha stood with the stars. Seeing that she didn't change her clothes and didn't prepare, Chu Mofan pursed her lower lip helplessly. Yesterday, although she said that she was going to take her with her, when she woke up, she must have forgotten about it.

So, forget it.

"Let's go, go to the construction site." Striding towards the car below, he gave up on that plan.

"Wait!" Suddenly stopped him from going down, and after some mental struggle, Mucha finally let go of his daughter's hand: "I'll go too." ”