He was very trustworthy, and said that he would come back at noon to make food, and he came back on time. And just after a day of getting along, she can also feel that this is an obedient and not bad man. And his living habits are also very good, and he seems to be good to her.

He Xiyan sighed, and she didn't know what to do, she stared blankly at the roof.

At this time, a photo came into her eyes, a black and white photo, to be precise, a dead photo. The photo was hung very high, and the frame was estimated to be only 20 inches, so she didn't find out until now.

She stared at the old man in the photo, an old man who looked to be at least sixty years old.

Is it her father?

He Xiyan blinked suspiciously.

Only then did she remember that since she came here yesterday, she had not seen a single member of his family, neither his parents, nor his siblings, and he seemed to live alone in this house.

Is he an orphan?

He Xiyan thought of this possibility. Looking at the photo, she found that he didn't look like the old man in the photo at all, his temperament was not the same, and his facial features were not similar. She couldn't believe that he and the old man in the photo were father and son.

His family?

With doubts, He Xiyan looked at the man coming from the backyard, and the man was still holding the freshly stewed chicken soup in his hand, stewed in a casserole, which was particularly fragrant.

It's just that He Xiyan didn't want to eat it at this time. She walked over, looked at him, pointed to the statue on the wall, and asked, "Is that your father's portrait?" Do you still have family? ”

Chen Jiahang was stunned for a moment, as if she was a little surprised that she would suddenly have such a question.

But he nodded his head immediately, then took out a notebook and pen, and told her his background:

"That's my dad, but he's been dead for three years. I have no other relatives. ”

He Xiyan: "Then your mother?" Don't you have a mother? ”

She hurriedly asked, thinking he was very strange.

When Chen Jiahang heard the word mother, he suddenly frowned, his eyebrows were very dark, typical sword eyebrows, this frown was a little serious.

He thought for a moment, then shook his head and wrote, "I don't have a mother because my father didn't marry a daughter-in-law." ”

He Xiyan: ......

(ΩДΩ)

Well, she admits that she can't read what he wrote, and she doesn't know what logic it is.

Chen Jiahang didn't ask anymore, and showed a happy smile again, his white teeth were like pearls. He handed her a bowl of chicken soup and wrote:

"My aunt said you are not in good health, so you have to eat more. You have to eat all of this chicken and chicken broth. ”

With that, he pushed the pot of chicken in front of him, and he himself only ate rice and some pickles.

He Xiyan looked at his serious and serious appearance, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

But she felt more and more that he was cute like a child.

——

More than a month later, Night City.

Different from the tranquility and coziness of the countryside.

It's very busy, with people and cars shuttling on every road.

Morning.

A tall and beautiful woman walked into a towering mansion. She wore a long snow-white lace skirt that reached to the knee and lined her graceful figure. The curve of her waist is almost perfect, but the slightly bulging belly is a little incongruous with this perfect curve.

She was pregnant, 12 weeks.

"Miss Han, you can't go in." The security guard at the elevator stopped the woman, who had been here several times recently.

Mr. Ye gave an order, but whenever this woman appeared in the building, she would be blasted out.