Three people sat down at the dining table, looking like a family of three.

The sun shines on the dining table, creating a scene of great harmony.

Yang jujube is a Western food.

For Yang Le, he prepared tomato pasta and a small steak.

And she and Nangong Sijue are all fried steaks and some bacon ham.

The reason why Yang Zao didn't cook Chinese food was because the dishes in Chinese food were all plated one by one, and she had to suffer by herself if she wanted to start.

But Western food is different, the plates are separated, and she can enjoy a delicious lunch with her son.

But the treatment of Nangong Master is naturally not like this.

"Eat it." Yang Zao urged him to eat.

On the other hand, he cut the beef for his son and took care of him to eat it first.

"I thought you could only cook Chinese food, but I didn't expect your Western food to be so good, I must eat it all."

Nangong Sijue picked up the knife and fork and began to cut the beef slowly.

He was an elegant and meticulous man.

Each piece of beef can be cut to about the same size.

What made Yang Zao strange was that he didn't eat while cutting it, but after cutting the whole plate of steak, he pushed the plate in front of Yang Zao: "You eat this plate, I'll cut it for you." ”

Then, I had to go to the plate in front of Yang Zao.

Yang Zao never expected that he would come to this trick. Hurriedly hold his plate of steak: "No, I don't eat what you cut, you eat it yourself, if I want to eat it, I will cut it myself." ”

Yang Zao's flustered appearance made Nangong Sijue rise slightly.

From the moment she kindly agreed to him to stay and eat, and urged him to eat, he knew that this girl had no good intentions.

He just saw through her little Jiujiu just now, and deliberately wanted to get her back to her.

"Lele, I cut a steak for you, will you eat it?"

Seeing that Yang Zao was still not revealing his original form, Nangong Sijue handed this plate of steak to Yang Le.

Yang Le picked up the fork and was about to eat.

Yang Zao hurriedly snatched the plate of beef and poured the beef into the trash.

"Lele, this plate of beef is dirty, you are not allowed to eat it."

"Oh, okay, Mommy."

Yang Le nodded obediently.

Nangong Sijue shrugged his shoulders with a smile, and told her with a see-through look that knew everything, don't toss.

I want to calculate him, but she is still tender.

Because he poured a plate of steak, Yang Zao didn't re-make it for Nangong Sijue, so he just finished the lunch.

After lunch, Yang Zao coaxed Yang Le to sleep and carried him to the bedroom to sleep.

He sat down in front of the sofa and talked solemnly about Song Xingyao's company with Nangong Sijue.

"How on earth can you let the Song family go?"

"Come back to me, that's all I have."

"You're despicable."

"He robbed you with me, he should have paid the price, between the Song family and you, he chose the Song family."

"What do you mean?" Yang Zao asked him solemnly.

"The Song family has a dinner tonight, and Ning Wei, the second lady of the Ning family, that is, the actress Vivian of the year, will also come over, and the two families will discuss marriage. He could have pushed the meal, but he agreed tonight. ”

"Master Nangong, don't you think that if you do this, it will only make me hate you even more?"

"After eliminating any rivals, I'll make you fall in love with me again, but it's only a matter of time."

The conversation between the two did not lead to anything, and neither compromised the other.

In the end, Yang Zao looked at him impatiently: "Why don't you leave?" ”

"My house hasn't been cleaned up yet, and I can't sleep well when I go back."

"Do you want to sleep here?"

"Of course." Nangong Sijue told the truth without any cover-up.

"Okay, then you can sleep, I'll go back to my room and sleep."

Yang Zao got up and went back to the room.

All I heard was a gurgling sound.

Yang Zao looked back at him: "Are you hungry?" ”

"Well, I didn't eat at noon, and I'm not an iron man."

"I'll admit it, count you smart, put mustard water in that plate of beef at noon. When you're hungry, go eat, and don't lie with me. Yang Zao glared at him with disgust.

Nangong Sijue suddenly got up, scooped up Yang Zao, and entered her bedroom.

The bedroom door was then slammed shut and then locked by him.

"Nangong Sijue, are you crazy?" Yang Zao was thrown on the bed by him.

She struggled to sit up and scolded him.

"You make a little louder, for fear that your son will hear."

"If you dare to touch me, I will never forgive you."

"It's as if if if I don't touch you, you'll forgive me."

"Inglourious Basterds ......"

Five years of longing made Nangong Sijue completely crazy.

He didn't know how he managed to make it.

Seeing her appear in front of him, the only thing he wanted to do was to have her again.

……

There was a knock on his son's door outside.

Yang Zao hurriedly tidied himself up, and then kicked Nangong Sijue into the bathroom, and then opened the door for his son.

"Mommy, is Uncle gone?"

"Well, he's gone."

"But my uncle's coat is still here, I'll go and return it to him, will my uncle live next door from today?" ......................

Faced with his son's question, Yang Zao didn't want to answer at all.

She crouched down, carried her son out of the bedroom, and closed the bedroom door.

Coming to the living room with his son, Yang Zao looked at Yang Le solemnly: "Lele, Mommy asked you, do you really like that uncle?" ”

"Yes, it's a pity Mommy doesn't like him." Yang Le looked depressed.

"What if Mommy likes it?"

"Then let him go back to Lele, Lele knows, he is my father. Biological dad. ”

From Lele's longing eyes, Yang Zao found out his liking for Nangong Sijue and his liking for his biological father.

This kind of family affection that blood is thicker than water cannot be stopped.

Although Song Xingyao has always treated him like his own son, he is still easily taken down by Nangong Sijue, his biological father who has just appeared.

After Nangong Sijue moved in next door to her house, he started his life of shamelessness and finding a sense of existence.

There was no soup spoon, so he knocked on Yang Zao's door and asked her to borrow it.

Yang Zao slammed the door shut.

Without a mop, he knocked on Yang Zao's door and asked her to borrow it.

Yang Zao angrily folded his arms and glared at him angrily: "Nangong Sijue, I just want to ask you, is there something wrong with you?" Don't act like you can mop the floor? Even a mop has to be borrowed, can't you, a big president, even afford a mop? ”

"You know, my goal is not to mop, but to see you. What about our son? ”

Master Nangong brazenly took her shoulders and entered her apartment together.

Yang Zao stepped on his feet hard.

The man was indifferent, "Hitting is kissing and scolding is love, the more you hate me, the more you love me." ”

"Neuropathy."

……

This mode of getting along lasted for more than half a month.

Song Xingyao only came back from the company once.

After coming back, he came to Yang Zao's apartment to visit Yang Zao and Yang Le.

"How's the company doing?"

Yang Zao made him a cup of hot tea.

The corners of Song Xingyao's mouth pulled out a faint smile, and he drank a cup of hot tea: "Little jujube, if I marry someone else, will you blame me?" ”

"No, Senior Song, I've been delaying you for five years. You really should find a woman who is the right person to marry. Instead of wasting time on me and Lele, I have always felt ashamed of you. ”

"Little jujube, I understand." Song Xingyao smiled bitterly.

He would come here just to get an affirmative answer from Yang Zao's mouth.

But when she said a word, she didn't want him to marry someone else, she wanted him to continue to take care of their mother and son.

He will give up everything, regardless of the life or death of the Song family, regardless of the threat of his parents, to accompany them and protect them.

It's a pity that he is a superfluous existence after all.

"Xiao Zao, I'm sorry, I may not be able to take care of you and Lele. My father helped me arrange a marriage. Or with Ning Wei, you said, is this very fateful, after going around for five years, I am still married to her. ”

"Professor Song, I still say that, do you really like him? If you don't like it, don't marry, I want you to marry the woman you really like, a woman worthy of you. ”

"You're the woman I really like, but will you marry me?" Song Xingyao smiled faintly.

"No, it won't. Because I'm a woman who doesn't deserve you. ”

"It's the same for anyone to marry except you. I believe that Sijue Nangong, he will take care of you, and I wish you happiness. ”

……

The moment Song Xingyao walked out of the door of the apartment.

Yang Zao knew that he would forever lose the warmth of Song Xingyao, a big brother.

His protection and protection, she selfishly occupied for five years.

It's time for him to go back and find more happiness.

In the final analysis, she herself is a selfish person, so selfish that she is reluctant to make a little space in her heart to pretend to be Song Xingyao's place.

Song Xingyao and Ning Wei's wedding was not a big deal, and the two of them posted a marriage certificate in the circle of friends.

Nangong Sijue came to the house to eat and drink as always.

Lele liked him more and more, and every day his uncle followed him.

In a blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed.

The Chinese New Year is approaching soon.

The news came that Yang's father was critically ill.

Yang Zao took Yang Le to return to Qingcheng immediately.

Early in the morning, Nangong Sijue arranged a private plane, and as if dragging it stiffly, he packed Yang Zao and Yang Le on the plane and sent them back to Qingcheng together.

After getting off the plane and sitting in the car back to Yang's house, the vehicles coming and going on the road and the bustling high-rise buildings made Yang Zao feel unfamiliar.

I haven't been back for five years, and everything seems to have changed.

Everything became unrecognizable to her.