After a lot of trouble, by the time the aunt and the traffic police left, it was already dark.
Yang Bei leaned against the telephone pole on the roadside and sighed: "It's a shame, you have to repair the car door yourself."
Buddha competes for a stick of incense, and people compete for a breath.
Yang Bei stood up for Shen Hongyan several times because she had experienced unfair things. Even if Shen Hongyan was not the one who encountered this incident, he would still do this.
However, this matter was obviously not resolved well.
The aunt who was supposed to pay compensation did not spend the last penny by messing around.
Even the traffic police are trying to persuade them to reduce big problems to small ones.
This also made Yang Bei realize some reality: everyone pursues fairness because many things in the world are inherently unfair.
"That's good too."
Shen Hongyan was quite open-minded: "Originally, I had to pay 80,000 yuan, oh, thank you for that."
Yang Bei raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and he looked around her several times in surprise. He originally wanted to flatter her, for example: Miss Shen, do you still thank others?
But after looking at her at close range for several times, Yang Bei felt that his eyes were on her and he couldn't pull them out.
Why is she so beautiful?
Did this girl give God a red envelope when she was born?
He discovered that Shen Hongyan had a strange charm. As long as he got within one step of her, he would be unnaturally attracted to her.
Yang Bei has read a lot of medical books and is quite knowledgeable, but he has never heard of such a constitution.
As he watched, he actually had the urge to hold the other person in his arms, tightly, and never let anyone take him away.
Fortunately, he had strong willpower and immediately shook his head to get rid of this idea. He saw Shen Hongyan looking at him angrily: "What are you looking at? You are like a fool. At this point, grandpa should be anxious and leave. La."
"What are you doing? You want to arrest me and make me the wife of Yazhai?"
Yang Bei raised his eyebrows and tried to use the meanest tone possible to kill the strange impulse in his heart.
Shen Hongyan's almond-shaped eyes widened: "If you talk nonsense again, I will cut out your tongue."
"Hero, spare your life!"
Yang Bei raised his hands to apologize and got into the car. He lazily put his hands behind his head, leaned back on the chair and said, "I was sorry last night."
Shen Hongyan was very angry when she came today. She originally wanted to question Yang Bei about letting her go last night.
He now took the initiative to apologize, which actually made Shen Hongyan a little embarrassed.
He pouted and said, "It's okay, I didn't take it seriously. But you didn't just let me go, you also let my grandfather go. He said this morning that he wanted to leave Jiangbei for a while and relax. I guess I want to explain something to you."
"If he wants to leave, he can leave. What should he tell me?"
"how could I know."
Shen Hongyan pouted: "Even I don't know why grandpa values you so much."
Yang Bei said nothing and nodded.
Thanks to Auntie's delay, there was no more gambling on the road now, and the car stopped in front of the villa around 7:30.
However, there was another luxury car parked at the door, and it looked like it belonged to Song Wanshuang.
Yang Bei felt that this woman was very kind, but that was all, and she had no other feelings. But what made Yang Bei feel cold was that he found an acquaintance.
The other party was wearing a black suit and was as straight as a pine tree.
Standing at the entrance of the yard with another man in a black suit.
It was already dark, and if Yang Bei didn't look carefully, he wouldn't have been able to tell that the man in the black suit was Wang Zehu, who had followed him before.
When Wang Zehu saw him, he couldn't take his eyes away, but he blinked at him.
Now Yang Bei was more sure that it was him, and he also clearly understood who gave the order to track him down that night: Song Wanshuang!
Yang Bei's heart palpitated for a while.
Song Wanshuang is the world's top rich man.
What is the purpose of sending people to follow him?
Wang Zehu once said that he stole something. When did he steal Song Wanshuang's things?
Yang Bei, who was a little worried, followed Shen Hongyan hesitantly back to the house and smelled the aroma of food.
In addition to Aunt Wang, Song Wanshuang, wearing an apron, was also cooking inside.
Wearing an apron, she looks like an ordinary woman.
It also gave Yang Bei a rare sense of intimacy.
The old man was reading a book. When he saw Yang Bei come in, he stood up with a smile and greeted him: "I have invited you here. When Liu Xuande invited Wolong to come out, it was not such a trouble, right?"
"Grandpa Shen, something happened to me last night and I was delayed."
Yang Bei apologized with a wry smile, but the old man didn't take it seriously and invited him in to eat.
As for Shen Hongyan, she ignored Yang Bei after she came in, trotted into the kitchen, and spoke in an exaggerated way: "It smells so good, Sister Shuang, what did you cook?"
“Pork fried with green onions and sweet and sour carp.”
Song Wanshuang's laughter came: "Some home-cooked dishes are prepared by Aunt Wang."
Aunt Wang was very frightened and said quickly: "Don't say that, Mrs. Song's craftsmanship is better than mine. I can't make this carp dish."
Stir-fried pork with green onions and sweet and sour carp are both northern dishes, dishes from Shandong cuisine. Aunt Wang is a southern cook and she really doesn’t know how to cook them.
Shen Hongyan chuckled and said very girlishly: "Sister Shuang, please stop being modest."
There is a hint of warmth in the seemingly ordinary conversation.
The most important thing is that when Yang Bei heard Song Wanshuang talking about the words fried pork with green onion and sweet and sour carp, his heart trembled.
The whole person was in a daze.
Something seemed to ring out from him.
There is a very important person who likes these two dishes the most. Therefore, his mother is very familiar with these two dishes and will cook them for him every time he comes home.
He was still young at that time and did not understand what maternal love was.
Later, there was no chance.
"Xiao Yang?"
Mr. Shen waved in front of him, calling back Yang Bei's "soul".
Yang Bei blinked in confusion: "Ahem, I was distracted, old man, sit down and drink tea."
Mr. Shen chuckled, sat on the sofa and poured him a glass.
However, Yang Bei consciously glanced at the kitchen, especially Song Wanshuang's back, which made him a little confused. Yang Bei didn't know what the fragment that flashed in his mind just now was.
It's just a subconscious feeling.
After taking a sip of hot tea, Yang Bei calmed down and asked, "Grandpa Shen, you were waiting for me yesterday. Do you want to say something to me?"
"You guessed it right."
Mr. Shen smiled: "Xiao Yang, I want to go out and relax for a while, and I have already discussed it with Wanshuang. During this period, Hongyan lives alone, and I am a little uneasy."
Having said that, it was still normal. Yang Bei nodded and took a sip of tea.
But then I heard the old man say: "So, I just want to invite you to live in it. Anyway, you are together, so living together is natural -"
puff!
Yang Bei almost spit out a mouthful of tea.
Shen Hongyan in the kitchen reacted even more and turned her head sharply: "What? No!"
Yang Bei also quickly said: "Grandpa Shen, isn't this a bit too fast?"
"Hurry to what?"
Mr. Shen shook his head again and again: "How old are you two? When Hongyan was the same age, Hongyan's father had already gone to school!"
The more Mr. Shen talked, the more outrageous he said: "You two will live together sooner, so that you can live together sooner. My biggest hope now is to have a great-grandson in my lifetime!"