"Aunt, what's wrong?" Behind her, Chen Xiyan asked in surprise, carrying a bag of ingredients and daily necessities.
"Oh! Nothing?" Feng Lan put the high heels in the shoe cabinet and then walked into the house, "Xi Yan, put everything in the kitchen."
"Okay, Auntie!" Chen Xiyan obediently carried the bag into the kitchen.
Feng Lan quickly walked to the bedroom door and tried to twist the door lock. When he opened the door, he saw that his son was holding a girl. When he heard the noise, he quickly blocked the girl with his body.
He also made a sign of silence.
"Xi Yan is here!" Feng Lan whispered, frowning, and glared at his son angrily.
Back in the living room, Chen Xiyan brought her a glass of water: "Auntie, is Beiming still sleeping?"
"I'm sleeping," Feng Lan felt a little embarrassed and picked up the water glass.
Chen Xiyan was introduced by Du Yuwei. She is a physician at the Army Hospital. She is gentle and quiet, and is a little girl.
Feng Lan herself was very satisfied, but after talking to her son for a long time, he was unwilling to agree. She didn't care. Anyway, she often took Chen Xiyan home whenever she had free time.
I was hoping that seeing each other more often would strengthen the relationship. Who would have thought that my son, who had always been cautious about the relationship between men and women in the past few years, would actually bring a woman home.
This is the municipal party committee compound! Is he going to rebel? Where should she put her old face? How should she tell Xiyan?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became and her face became ugly.
"Aunt..." Chen Xiyan was a little confused and shouted timidly.
"Mom, why did you think of coming here today? You didn't even call to say anything." Rong Beiming finished washing, changed clothes and came out. When he saw Chen Xiyan, he was stunned for a moment.
"Hello!" Chen Xiyan stood up and smiled shyly.
"Hello!" Rong Beiming smiled, bent down and picked up the cigarette case on the coffee table, and smoked a cigarette.
Upon seeing this, Chen Xiyan quickly dissuaded her: "Beiming, you haven't had breakfast yet? Smoking on an empty stomach is not good..."
After hearing this, Feng Lan snatched the cigarette from his hand and threw it into the ashtray.
"I'm going to make you something to eat." Chen Xiyan glanced at Rong Beiming secretly and then went to the kitchen.
"Who is that inside? Aren't you going to let her go?" Feng Lan asked in a low voice with a sullen face.
Rong Beiming sat down opposite her, his handsome face covered with a layer of sadness. He was silent for a while and said, "Who else can there be?"
"What? You...what do you mean?" Feng Lan couldn't help exclaiming. She felt strange that what woman could let her son be brought back here so desperately. It turned out to be Yu Nian'en.
It seems that there is only one year left before she can achieve her goal of completely separating them, but now why does this ruthless and unjust woman appear again?
"Mom, keep your voice down, she's very tired, don't wake her up."
"Tired? Ming, you..."
"I mean...she is tired. Seeing her sad makes me feel bad. If not..."
"If you hadn't had a five-year agreement with me, you wouldn't have been able to hold it any longer. Ming, what do you want me to say about you? What's so good about that woman? Isn't it just beautiful? Are you really dead?
Are you willing to be in her hands?" Feng Lan said angrily, suddenly remembering something, and asked, "Who informed her to come? You can't break the contract, otherwise how can you be worthy of your inferior grandfather?"
Rong Beiming shook his head and replied sadly: "I didn't ask her to come here, it was accidental, we just... bumped into her."