"Shaoqian, this is ......" Yang Yun looked at He Xiyan with a puzzled gaze.

"This is your daughter-in-law, mom ......" Chen Jiahang hugged He Xiyan's shoulders and introduced to his mother: "Her name is Chen Yan, her nickname is Yan Yan, and she is the daughter-in-law I bought in Mangshan Village." ”

He Xiyan listened to Jiahang introduce herself to her parents like this, she raised the corners of her lips slightly, and pursed a very faint smile.

"Hello, aunt." She took the initiative to extend her hand. But he didn't call out the "Mom". Because she knew very well in her heart whether she was really the daughter-in-law of the woman in front of her.

"Oh......"

Yang Yun was a little surprised, a lot of wrinkles could be clearly seen on her frowning brows, and she stretched out her hand and gently shook the woman who her son called her daughter-in-law.

This woman does not look very young, she may be thirty years old, and she is not very good-looking, she seems to be a little fat, a little dark, and not very tall.

Standing with his own son, it's really ...... Not coordinated!

"Hello......" After a while, Yang Yun showed a faint smile.

"Alright, let's go in first." Gu Chengli on the side was full of joy and excitement for his son to come home, and he also automatically ignored the woman who was brought back by his son.

It doesn't matter what she is or what she looks like. He only has his son in his heart now, and he doesn't care about anything else.

He Xiyan was dragged into the house by Chen Jiahang.

The hall is decorated with an antique style, the furniture is made of mahogany, and there are many calligraphy and painting works hanging on the walls, all of which are famous calligraphy and paintings.

Different from the luxury of the mansion villa, this yard is fresh and elegantly decorated, and there are a lot of potted plants in the house.

He Xiyan sat on a mahogany sofa, where she felt a little embarrassed, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

"Yan Yan ......" Chen Jiahang found out that He Xiyan was wrong, he walked over, held her hand tightly, and said, "Don't be restrained, just treat this as your home." ”

He Xiyan smiled slightly, there was a little bitterness in her smile, she didn't answer, just nodded again.

In fact, she is not restrained, but because she knows very well in her heart that this is not her home.

Her home is in Mingcheng, the house that she and Jiahang worked hard to buy together, that is her home.

And this is Gu Shaoqian's home, and it can even be said that Jiahang's home, but it is not her home.

At this time, Aunt Qin, the nanny, brought two cups of tea and a plate of fruit. She handed a cup to He Xiyan. Said politely:

"Miss Chen, let's have a cup of tea first."

He Xiyan took it, smiled and nodded and said thank you, and at this time, no one noticed the helplessness and sadness flashing in her eyes.

This "Miss Chen" made her more aware of her current identity. She's just "Miss Chen" here.

He Xiyan took a sip of tea, the tea was not bitter, and even had a faint fragrance, but she drank it but it was bitter, because it was bitter in her stomach and bitter in her heart.

Jia Hang was called by his mother to a room inside, presumably there was a lot to say. At this time, only she and the nanny aunt were left in the hall.

This Aunt Qin didn't seem to know what to say to her, but just glanced at her from time to time and showed an embarrassed smile.

He Xiyan also smiled back, because she didn't know what to say except for laughing.