Chen Mengyao was a little shocked: "Can you still be like this? You have never seen anyone for so many years without divorce. You don't know whether you die or live. It's too exaggerated, right? Since there is no relationship, then divorce is good? We are both free, so it's equivalent to spending your mother's whole life... It's true... OK, I understand. Since this is the case, I won't care about your father."

Jing Shaoqing changed the subject: "Since you have no objection, then arrange it tomorrow? Stay here to accompany me today..."

Chen Mengyao glared at him coquettishly: "I just came back but didn't let me go home to accompany my mother? Can't we still see you tomorrow? I won't stay tonight, stay honestly for me!"

Jing Shaoqing was surprised not too persistent: "Okay... Then you go back and spend time with your mother. After tomorrow, it will be 'our mother'."

In the afternoon, Jing Shaoqing sent Chen Mengyao home and then went to Jingjia Mansion.

Xia Lan was reading a book while holding a dog at home. When she saw her son coming back, she didn't respond much: "Replace the shoes for me, don't step on them, but they're all footprints."

Jing Shaoqing changed into slippers at the entrance, walked up to him and carried Xia Lan's dog into his arms: "Mom, let's have a meal tomorrow, and I will be booked for my business with Yaoyao."

Xia Lan finally had a special reaction and looked up at him: "Don't you fool me this time?"

Jing Shaoqing nodded: "I didn't lie to you, it's true. I want to get married."

"If you want to get married, you must tell your dad that I don't want to contact him, call him yourself." Xia Lan said lightly, turning the book in her hand a few pages, but she didn't read the content at all.

"Don't worry about him. It's the same as he has in this family. Why contact him? That's all, I'll pick up Yaoyao and her mother tomorrow, so I'll come to have dinner at home. Such an important thing is more appropriate at home." After Jing Shaoqing said that, he put the dog on the ground, turned around and returned to the room.

Close the door, he opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out a family photo. In the photo, he was only a few years old and the person holding him was the father who had long been unable to remember. His mother smiled like a flower on the side. No matter how she looked, she didn't look like a family of three who had no feelings at all.

For his dream, this man abandoned his wife and children, went to the distance he wanted to pursue, and became a famous painter. So what? He couldn't misinterpret the fact that he was affectionate.

But his son followed his father, Jing Shaoqing looked very much like that affectionate man. This is also the reason why Xia Lan didn't care much about him since she was a child. No matter how he played or didn't go home, Xia Lan didn't ask about it, and was almost completely free-range. At the age of eighteen, he moved out to live alone. He was promiscuous because he lacked care since childhood and could not stand the loneliness of a person. Now, he finally found the right person and will never be alone again...

He did not go back to the Baishuiwan villa at night and stayed at the Jingjia Mansion. Late at night, he thought about meeting tomorrow, and felt a little uneasy. He wanted to remind Xia Lan to make careful preparations. As soon as he walked outside Xia Lan's door, he vaguely heard the sound of Xia Lan calling someone.

"My son has plans to get married. I will tell you in advance. You can do whatever you want to come back. My son and I don't care. I just inform you."

The person on the phone didn't know what he said, Xia Lan sneered: "Ha, let's talk about it? OK, don't look at it anymore. No need to look at it anymore, just think you are not coming back. If the in-laws asked, I would say you would have died long ago, so that people would not be laughed at. I, Xia Lan, have been so popular all my life, and you are my only failure. Now when I think of you, I feel disgusted. It's best if you don't show up, so that I can't make me and Shaoqing bother and have to worry."

After confirming that the phone was hung up, Jing Shaoqing calmed down and raised his hand to knock on the door. When Xia Lan opened the door, her expression had already returned to normal: "It's so late, what's wrong?"

He took it as if nothing had been heard and pulled the corners of his lips: "It's nothing, it's just... I'll remind you that I'm quite nervous about preparing with snacks tomorrow... After all, it's different from last time, and this time I'm serious."

Xia Lan smiled and glared at him: "You are so thick-skinned and still shy? Okay, I know, you are not at ease with your mother doing things? Go to bed early. I am so sleepy. I will pick up Yaoyao and her mother early tomorrow."

After saying good night, Jing Shaoqing returned to the room but suffered from insomnia. He could vaguely feel a fact that his mother loved her father, but her mother wanted face and never said it, and she had never even tried to keep the ruthless man.

The next day, when he went to pick up Chen Mengyao and her daughter, his eyes were still covered with red bloodshot. He slept for two or three hours in total, and his mental state was inevitably a little bad.

After all, they are stuck together most of the time, and Chen Mengyao can tell at first that something is wrong with him: "Didn't sleep well last night? Did you go somewhere to go?"

He smiled helplessly: "You can ask my mother, I lived with my mother last night. I haven't left the house, I just had insomnia and didn't sleep well. I miss you~"
Chapter completed!