Chapter 684: Father and Son Who Look Nothing Alike

He kept his word. He said he would come back to cook at noon, and he came back on time. After just one day of getting along, she could feel that he was an obedient and not bad man. Moreover, his living habits were also very good, and he seemed to be nice to her.

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

At this time, a photo came into her eyes. It was a black and white photo, or to be more precise, a photo of a deceased person. The photo was hung very high, and the frame was probably only 20 inches, so she didn't notice it until now.

She stared at the old man in the photo. It was an old man who looked at least in his sixties.

Is he her father?

He Xiyan blinked in confusion.

Then she remembered that since she came here yesterday, she hadn't seen any of his family, parents, brothers and sisters, 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 the same. She really couldn't believe that he and the old man in the photo were father and son.

His family?

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

But He Xiyan didn't want to eat it at this time. She walked over, looked at him, pointed at the portrait on the wall, and asked: "Is that the portrait of your father? Do you have any family?"

Chen Jiahang was stunned for a moment, and seemed a little surprised that she would suddenly ask such a question.

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

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

He Xiyan: "What about your mother? Don't you have a mother?"

She asked hurriedly, thinking he was very strange.

When Chen Jiahang heard the word mother, he suddenly frowned. His eyebrows were very dark, typical sword eyebrows, and this frown actually revealed a bit of seriousness.

He thought for a while, then shook his head and wrote: "I don't have a mother, because my father didn't marry a wife."

He Xiyan: ...

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Well, she admitted that she couldn't understand what he wrote, and didn't know what logic was.

Seeing that she stopped asking, Chen Jiahang smiled happily again, his white teeth like pearls. He poured a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to her, writing:

"Aunt said you are not in good health, so you should eat more. You should eat all the chicken and chicken soup."

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

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

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

——

More than a month later, Night City.

Different from the tranquility and comfort of the countryside.

It is very busy here, and every road is full of people and cars.

In the morning.

A tall and beautiful woman walked into a towering building. She was wearing a snow-white lace long skirt, which was knee-length and set off her graceful figure. Her waist curve was almost perfect, but the slightly bulging belly was a little inconsistent with this perfect curve.

She was pregnant, 12 weeks.

"Ms. 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 that if this woman appeared in the building, she should be kicked out.