Early in the morning, Yang Fan woke up, but there was no Xia Ruhua in his arms.

He then got out of bed, got dressed, and walked out of the bedroom.

Although I couldn't make love with my wife yesterday, my emotions also warmed up quickly, and I fell asleep holding my wife's delicate body, giving him great steadfastness and stability.

Only when his wife is in his arms can he feel the taste of home.

He walked out of the bedroom and saw the busy figure in the kitchen, it wasn't Xia Ruhua, who was it?

"Why do you wake up so early? Don't get a little more sleep? ”

Yang Fan walked to the kitchen, hugged Xia Ruhua's waist from behind, and embraced her.

Xia Ruhua saw Yang Fan sticking to her body, and she was a little secretly happy, but she still struggled to push Yang Fan away.

"How old are you and still clingy? Is there a shame in it? ”

"Get out of here, don't delay me making breakfast."

"Hehe, no breakfast is as good as yours."

Yang Fan smiled and said an earthy love word.

Xia Ruhua glared at Yang Fan angrily, and then continued to make breakfast.

Yang Fan didn't bother Xia Ruhua, walked to the dining table and sat down, took out his mobile phone, and continued to read the new script written by Yang Qingmeng.

This is a large-scale historical conspiracy drama with 50 episodes.

It can be described as magnificent, there are many exciting plots in it, and the plot is full of tension.

While reading the script, he raised his head from time to time to look at his wife, who was busy in the kitchen.

It's back, it's like everything is back.

The two of them returned to their previous rhythm.

Before he was imprisoned, most of the time, he and Xia Ruhua lived like this, although it was dull, but also happy.

Today, he felt this warmth again.

Yang Fan read the script for about ten minutes, and saw Xia Ruhua coming out of the kitchen with breakfast.

"Let's eat, go wash your hands."

Xia Ruhua put the fried egg and rice porridge on the dining table, and then urged Yang Fan to wash his hands.

Yang Fan put down his phone, then walked to the bathroom to wash his face and wash his hands.

Sitting back at the dining table, Yang Fan counted the number of breakfasts, and it was for two people, not three people before.

"Your godbrother Tian Xin, won't come to eat today?"

Yang Fan opened his mouth with a smile on his face, teasing Xia Ruhua.

He had now regained his senses, no longer with the same anger and petty belly he had before.

Especially when he heard that Tian Xin saved his wife, if it weren't for him, his wife might have been hit by a car, and he would have no prejudice against that college student.

Besides, an ordinary college student is not worthy of Xia Ruhua's liking.

Xia Ruhua doesn't like men younger than her, let alone a child who has just entered college.

If you really analyze it, the risk coefficient of Xu Ning and Zhao Mingyao is much higher than that of Tian Xin.

When I thought of Zhao Mingyao taking care of her from time to time when my wife was sick, I felt extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't know what happened when Zhao Mingyao was taking care of his wife.

But with full trust in his wife, he doesn't think about messy things.

Thinking of his wife as a woman with a watery poplar is first of all disrespectful to her, and secondly disrespectful to herself.

"Hmph, you still have the face to say?"

"The last time someone came, your nose was not a nose, your face was not a face, and that face was longer than a donkey's face, that is, Tian Xin didn't have the same knowledge as you."

Xia Ruhua saw that Yang Fan took the initiative to mention her godbrother, and couldn't help but pull her chin with her hand to describe Yang Fan's previous performance.

It is rare to see Xia Ruhua's eccentric side, and more often, his wife is intellectual and calm.

"Yes, yes, my fault."

Yang Fan didn't quarrel with Xia Ruhua, for this matter, it's not worth it.

He took a bite of an omelette in his hand.

It's still the same taste, and his wife's craftsmanship hasn't changed.

"Eat more, I've fried two more eggs for you this time."

Xia Ruhua picked up the fried egg and put it in Yang Fan's bowl.

Yang Fan nodded hurriedly, didn't speak, and continued to eat.

Different from the breakfast atmosphere last time, today's breakfast atmosphere is very warm and harmonious, with the taste of home.

"Husband, speaking of Tian Xin, I'm shocked."

Xia Ruhua said while drinking rice porridge.

Yang Fan raised his head, glanced at Xia Ruhua, and asked in surprise, "Tian Xin, what's shocking?" What happened to him? ”

His wife's words were a bit clueless, which made him not quite understand.

Xia Ruhua did not answer Yang Fan immediately, but recalled what Tian Xin said to her at breakfast a few days ago, including Tian Xin's background.

It can be said that she was shocked, she didn't think that the rich second generation was by her side, and she recognized him as her godbrother.

"Tian Xin's father, do you know who it is?"

Xia Ruhua still had a surprised look on her face, and looked at Yang Fan with her eyes wide.

To this day, she still feels a little unreal.

She is a low-level ordinary person, although she is a small white-collar worker in an investment company, she is still an ordinary person.

So she didn't dare to imagine that there would be a son of the CEO of the 10 billion group, who was by her side, or a godbrother she recognized.

"Who?"

Yang Fan ate one omelette, picked up another omelette and took a big bite.

"Tian Hailong, the chairman of our Jianghai Foreign Trade Group!"

"Tian Xin is Tian Hailong's only son."

Xia Ruhua said excitedly.

This excitement is as if she is Tian Hailong's daughter.

"Ahem..."

After Yang Fan listened to Xia Ruhua's words, he also coughed violently.

After hearing about Tian Xin's family, he was so shocked that he choked without paying attention for a while.

"What do you say? Tian Xin is Tian Hailong's son? ”

Yang Fan's face was also full of shock, and he still couldn't believe his ears.

"yes, it's still an only child."

Xia Ruhua was still very excited and nodded towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan suddenly fell silent, he never thought that Tian Xin would be a rich second generation, and this was not a small rich second generation, but a rich second generation in the real sense.

Tian Xin's father, Tian Hailong, was ten of the richest people in Jianghai City ten years ago.

Of course, it is not so powerful now, and now there are more than ten businessmen in Jianghai City who are worth tens of billions.

But no matter what, Tian Hailong's son can really be said to be a real rich second generation, and there is no shortage of money to spend at all.

"Sure enough, people are different from people."

Yang Fan's surprise passed quickly, and he had no other words except for sighing.

He continued to eat with his head down.

No matter whose son Tian Xin is or whose father Tian Hailong is, it has nothing to do with him.

There are so many rich people, and it has nothing to do with themselves.

"Don't think about it, keep eating."

"They have their circumstances, and we have our circumstances."

"Sooner or later, I will be able to earn a million a month and become the best screenwriter."

"That's my ideal!"

Yang Fan spoke of his ambitions.

For ordinary people, earning a million a year is already an incredible amount.

But for the big guys, even if they earn a million a month, they belong to the category of the poor.

Xia Ruhua just shook her head and smiled when she heard this, but did not speak.

It's just that she sighed in her heart, even if she earns a million a year, what about that?

In front of Tian Xin, he should still be poor.

Moreover, whether Yang Fan can earn one million a month, she has no hope at all.

If money were so easy to earn, there would be no poor people in the world.

In the screenwriting industry, if you want to achieve a monthly income of one million or an annual income of 10 million, it is simply rare.

Even Yang Qingmeng, a genius girl screenwriter, can't do it.

"I'm full, it's time for me to go to work."

Xia Ruhua wiped her mouth with a napkin and got up to put on her coat.

"I'll take you downstairs."

Yang Fan immediately got up and sent Xia Ruhua downstairs.

This time, there was no man in the wife's BMW X3 car, only herself.

Watching the BMW slowly drive away, the smile on Yang Fan's face gradually disappeared, and he sighed.

I don't have a job anymore, and I finally became the security captain of Xinlong Media, so I was fired so aggrieved.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

"Hey, Mr. Yang Fan, is that you?"

Just as Yang Fan was about to go back to the building, a voice came from behind him.

He turned to look and saw a courier standing behind him, holding a package in his hand.

"It's me, you're here?"

Yang Fan glanced at him and asked in surprise.

"You have a courier, please sign for it!"

The courier handed the package to Yang Fan, and said apologetically on his face: "You happen to be downstairs, so I don't have to deliver it to your home." ”

"Sign here!"

Yang Fan frowned and was a little puzzled, but he still signed his name.

The courier turned around and left, and Yang Fan held the package that was neither big nor small, and went back to the building.

"What is this? I haven't shopped online either? ”

"Is it the wife's thing? No, her courier won't let me sign for it. ”

Yang Fan shook his head, and in such incomprehension, he opened the express.

Remove the black plastic bag on the outside, and inside is a cardboard box, the box is a little rough.

It's not like an online purchase, because the product is not packaged in such a rough box.

He frowned and slowly lifted the box.

"It's... This is? ”

Yang Fan instantly felt that his breath was stagnant, and he stared at the contents of the box.

Gradually, he was short of breath and angry.