Love Marriage First: Young Master Li, your wife ran away again

She didn't know if he had just experienced some setbacks, she was just instinctively angry at people who didn't cherish life.

Seeing her frowning, there must be another educational rhetoric brewing.

Chen Cheng smiled, and said hastily: "I don't want to die now, I want to live, I don't go to dangerous places, and I don't take planes anymore."

Seeing her calm down, the boy paused: "But..."

"But what?"

"But can I come to you if I have any difficulties in the future?"

There was a sly gleam in Chen Cheng's eyes.

Su Yihuan quickly caught it: "We met by chance, why do you threaten me with your own health?"

"Because my sister is a good person."

The determination in the young man's eyes was like two clusters of burning flames, and Su Yihuan was inexplicably moved.

She nodded helplessly: "As long as you cherish life, you can come to me if you have difficulties, and I will help you if I can."

Before the words finished, the boy stretched out his hand and hooked Su Yihuan's little finger with his little finger.

"Okay, let's pull the hook."

I don't know whether Chen Cheng is really hungry or the wontons are too delicious. Chen Cheng even drank the soup after a bowl of wontons.

He put down the bowl, said goodbye to Su Yihuan, and walked away briskly.

After walking a few steps and turning back, seeing Su Yihuan still sitting there, she smiled and waved again.

Su Yi smiled and shook her head, really childish.

Chen Cheng walked out of the alley, and Yu Yu walked alone under the street lights, walking slowly for a long time, pretending not to see the Cayenne following him.

As slow as he walked, the car drove slowly, following him unrelentingly.

Finally, Chen Cheng had no choice but to stop, turned his head and looked at the car.

The rear window slowly lowered, revealing the face of a middle-aged woman.

This person once passed Su Yihuan in the corridor of the hospital.

"mom."

Chen Cheng called out.

Chen Cheng's mother looked calm and opened the car door:
"Get in the car."

But Chen Cheng didn't want to take the backseat, he pulled the passenger driver and got into the car.

Then I heard the mother in the back seat sigh deeply: "You are not at home to rest well, and you are running around without saying hello. I asked someone to check the location of your mobile phone to find you."

It turned out that I forgot to turn off the phone.

As if very tired, he didn't answer, leaned back on the back of the seat, closed his eyes and meditated.

"Is photography so interesting? I don't care about my body? It's a small alley, what's there to shoot?"

The alley was too narrow for a car to go in, and Chen Cheng never liked being disturbed when filming, so she waited in the car until she saw Chen Cheng coming out of it, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. What happened in the alley Things she didn't see.

Chen Cheng, who closed his eyes and said nothing, also secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Luckily she didn't see...

Looking at the faint profile of the son in the front seat, Jiang Yiru felt powerless.

The son has grown up and has his own concerns. She doesn't know when, she felt that there was a certain barrier between mother and child, like an invisible wall, and Chen Cheng always had a faint sense of alienation.

Since when did it become like this? The distance between mother and child seems to be very close, but in fact they are separated by a Milky Way. Thinking of this, Jiang Yiru only felt endlessly tired.

Back home, Chen Cheng went up the stairs, halfway up, suddenly turned around, with a naughty look: "Mom, why are you so nice to me?"

This fleeting naughtiness of the boy made Jiang Yiru feel relieved, and after worrying for a day, her mood improved a lot. She smiled and said, "What a silly question, you are my mother's son. There is no right son in this world." Okay mom?"

Chen Cheng nodded: "Really?"

Then turned and went upstairs again.

"Xiao Cheng, mother asked Mrs. Liu to stew white fungus and lotus seed porridge, would you like some?"

"I have eaten."

Chen Cheng's voice came from far away upstairs.

Aunt Liu made the porridge and went home. The porridge was warm in the pot.

Jiang Yiru sat alone by the bar in the kitchen, only turning on a small light.

A middle-aged beautiful woman, the face of the young face can vaguely see the beauty and prosperity of the youth.

It's just that she is old now, and no medical beauty can match the cruelty of time. Moreover, since she gave birth to Chen Cheng, she has been worrying about her son's body all the time, and when people worry, it will show on her face.

No matter how strong a person is, he is not as strong as his life.

The small spoon in his hand stirred the porridge and rice in the bowl, and it took a while to put it into his mouth, frowning.

It's too sweet, too much rock sugar, Mrs. Liu can't make sweet porridge well.

She couldn't help but think of the bowl of white fungus and lotus seed porridge she had at a party at Bai's house some time ago.

Because of a rare opportunity, she went to Lin City and participated in a semi-private dinner. At that time, the dinner was held in Wen's own courtyard. Jiang Yiru was discouraged after returning from the dinner.

She looked around her resplendent home, so to speak.

From the kitchen tableware, knives to the bathroom floor, all of them were purchased in Germany. The crystal chandelier was airlifted back from Paris. She even drove to pick it up, and she liked it very much.

Looking at it now, it looks gorgeous and thin.

What's the use of living in a luxury house and driving a luxury car?My husband is a coal mine owner. There are nearly [-] books in the huge study room at home, and they are bought and displayed there. Not to mention the original foreign language editions bought back to collect ashes, even the four great masterpieces.

Her family is the so-called local tyrant?

Rich, uneducated, and tasteless, stuck in a strange position in social class.

awkward.

Jiang Yiru is born to be strong, her heart is higher than the sky, she is not convinced, the more she cares, the more she must strive for excellence, she says she has no taste, she will buy whatever tastes good, which one is not expensive at home?

Gradually, he felt that he was not inferior to any noble lady, and tried every means to get invitations from the Bai family. Yancheng Shi's family and Xibin Bai's family were all well-known members of the upper class.

She wanted to see what kind of flowers the so-called aristocratic family could produce.

She went there, saw it, ate it, recalled it, and she didn't remember anything specifically, but she just felt something that couldn't be described, which made her feel discouraged from the bottom of her heart.

After thinking about it, I just remember one sweet porridge, which is not a rare thing. Every family can make it, but it just doesn't have the taste of others.

Is the cook unqualified?No, that taste is felt in the heart.

Probably the so-called aristocratic family, heirlooms are not only about money.

she thought so.

Jiang Yiru poured the porridge into the sink, and walked slowly up to the second floor to sleep.

Chen Cheng turned off the light and nestled under the quilt.

The light from the camera screen faintly illuminated his young face. On the screen was Su Yihuan's photo. He looked back suddenly, with a panicked look, his eyes were round and dazed.