One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Yi Xianchen's words directly made the reporters on the other side widen their eyes, "This, so you are Yi-"

Yi didn't come out easily, because there was no Yi Xianchen in the list of family members made public by the Yi family.

Yi Xianchen didn't wait for him to become famous, he bowed his head lightly and entered the Yi family's villa.

The wrought iron door was closed, and the reporter could still be heard shouting and asking, "Mr. Yi, can you please say a few more words?" You said that Miss Tang is your wife, so why did the Yi family spokesperson deny the marriage relationship between the two families? Did you and Miss Tang marry without the consent of the Yi family? Mr. Yi, Mr. Yi......"

Other media people turned their heads sideways, and there was a mess outside the gate.

Yi Xianchen frowned slightly, the Yi family spokesman denied his marriage relationship with Tang Yan?

He stayed in the hospital all night, and he didn't have time to watch the news at all, so he naturally didn't know what public opinion was spreading outside.

"The old lady is in the study, let you go." When the servant saw him come in, he pointed upstairs.

"Hmm."

Yi Xianchen pushed open the door of the study, and Mrs. Yi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring back at him, "What did you say to the reporter?" ”

The window was facing the direction of the gate, and the picture of Yi Xianchen talking with the reporter just now fell into the eyes of Mrs. Yi. Far away, of course, I couldn't hear what they said, but the reporters outside were excited, obviously the reaction to digging up the fierce material.

"State the facts." Yi Xianchen was concise and to the point.

No matter how many years have passed, Mrs. Yi can't hide her dislike for Yi Xianchen. Even though his appearance followed his father's, he always had half of that slut's blood on his body.

Mrs. Yi didn't want to care about him, and she didn't care if he got married or not, and who he married with. But Yi Xianchen has always been surnamed Yi, whether he admits it or not, Yi Xianchen is a member of the Yi family.

"I have the divorce agreement drawn up, you take it to Ayan to sign. This matter can be regarded as a mistreatment of her, but Lao Tang is not kind, and he didn't explain Ayan's situation clearly from the beginning. No matter what, I'll try my best to make it up to Ah Yeon. ”

Old Madam Yi had never said such a long word to Yi Xianchen at one time. She's been patient.

Yi Xianchen stood a meter away, squinting at her, as if he was looking at a self-righteous stranger.

"Did you hear what I said?" Old Madam Yi finally couldn't help but raise her voice.

"You made people deny that Ah Yan and I are married?" Yi Xianchen suddenly asked.

Mrs. Yi paused and didn't answer positively, "I will compensate her!" ”

"No, you don't." Yi Xianchen said, "I don't need you to compensate, I am her legal husband, I will give what she wants." ”

"You won't leave her?" Mrs. Yi was incredulous, "You want to disobey me? ”

Yi Xianchen was not frightened by her aggressive elder's momentum, and said lightly: "Inseparable, it's all about me and her." ”

Mrs. Yi had never seen such a stupid person, "She's a blind person!" Your union was originally forced by Lao Tang. ”

"It's not forced." Yi Xianchen said.

"What?" Mrs. Yi didn't hear clearly.

"I begged for it."

When Yi Xianchen said this, the cold and hard lip line was slightly raised, and the curvature was soft but also with a hint of bitterness.

The servant came over and knocked on the door, and hurriedly came over with a tablet to show Mrs. Yi, on the screen, Yi Xianchen said calmly and firmly to the camera: "Tang Yan is my wife." ”

"Get out!" Mrs. Yi dropped the tablet.

The tablet bounced on the ground, and then smashed into Yi Xianchen's calf.

Yi Xianchen lowered his eyes lightly, didn't even frown, turned around and left.

……

Tang Family Annex.

The reporters blocking the gate of the courtyard had no intention of leaving, but Tang Yan and Aunt Zhao couldn't just sit and accompany them.

It was almost noon, Tang Yan asked Aunt Zhao to cook, and she went to the study to get a Braille book herself.

The tip of her right index finger ran slowly over the page, and she was not familiar with Braille, so she was slow to recognize it. Slow is not afraid, she is not mainly reading, but trying to distract herself.

It wasn't long before she heard another commotion from reporters outside who had stopped for a while, and then she seemed to hear the courtyard door open and close.

The first thought in Tang Yan's mind was that someone had broken in.

"Aunt Zhao, Aunt Zhao ......"

She shouted a few times in the direction of the kitchen.

There was a range hood in the kitchen, but Aunt Zhao didn't hear it.

Tang Yan's hearing was too sensitive, and a footstep came from the front yard, and she was quickly approaching this side.

She didn't care about anything, and when she got up, she didn't know that the book hurt when she hit her feet, her hands stretched forward, and she ran to the kitchen in a panic.

The word running should not exist in the world of the blind, and how can you run freely if you usually have to be careful of falling even when you walk. She was so nervous that she bumped head-on into the wooden lattice screen between the living room and the dining room, and when the screen fell, she threw herself forward.

Unexpectedly did not fall to the ground.

The left hand was grabbed from behind, the right shoulder was wrapped around at the same time, and the back hit a strong chest.

Just before Tang Yan screamed, the man's not gentle voice came from above the top of her hair: "Don't be afraid, it's me." ”