Pretending to be good

In fact, in Xici's few memories, Yuan Jiao and Gu Youchen were a very loving and perfect couple.

He still remembered that when he followed Yuan Jiao to the beach, he asked her why she came here.

No matter how old the age is, how long the past is, how vague the memory is, and how much Yuan Jiao denies it, Xi Ci still remembers it clearly.

At that time, Yuan Jiao was standing outside the prison wall by the sea, holding him with one hand, looking at a piece of heaven and earth in the prison, and weeping against the wind.

His answer was, "Because Dad is here."

Because Gu Youchen is here, Yuan Jiao brought him here.

He was only ten years old that year.

There was a cool breeze at night, a rare cool weather in summer, Xici was standing on the balcony on the third floor, on the bench on the lawn in the garden, there was a figure half lying down.

Xici knows that when Yuan Jiao is unhappy, he likes to lie on a chair alone and look at the sky in an open space.

Xi Ci went downstairs, walked to Yuan Jiao's side, and called out in a low voice, "Mom."

Yuan Jiao waved the fan, her icy muscles and bones were still charming and moving.

Such a woman caused three men to fall into her hands.

Xi Ci once hated his similar eyebrows and eyes, similar facial features, and similar skin color to Yuan Jiao's. He even felt that he was born with the wrong gender and should be a girl.

But now he felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Sissy, what's wrong?"

Yuan Jiao asked Xi Ci to sit down on the bench beside her, and waved the fan, sending Xi Ci a cool breeze.

When he was young, he and Yuan Jiao lived in the small courtyard of the Yuan family, and they often enjoyed the shade in the courtyard.

Yuan Jiao embraced him with one hand and fanned him with the other.

The cool wind that was sent also had the quiet fragrance of Yuan Jiao's body.

"Mom, you don't like Uncle Jiang, why do you want to marry him?"

Looking at him, Yuan Jiao didn't feel a little surprised by Xi Ci's words, but asked him with great interest, "You never asked your mother before, why do you want to ask today? Is it because Uncle Jiang took your birthday?"

"Mom, I'll be eighteen in a few days and I'm an adult, don't keep fooling me." Xici slipped his shoes, sat cross-legged on a bench, looked at Yuan Jiao with burning eyes, and asked, "Mom, would you Are you divorcing Uncle Jiang?"

Yuan Jiao is shaking an ancient fan. Yuan Jiao likes ink and wash. The ancient landscape ink painting on the fan is drawn by herself.

Hearing Xici's question, his hands froze, "You used to never ask mom these things."

"I was ignorant before, Mom, I'm sorry, please forgive me." There was a time when he felt that Yuan Jiao was ashamed.

At that time, he was really young and ignorant.

Not long after the Huo family went bankrupt and went abroad, Yuan Jiao met Song Chengzhou and entered the Song family.

Outsiders said that Yuan Jiao's watery poplar clings to the powerful, and he has heard a lot of Western Ci, and he subtly thinks this is the truth.

Yuan Jiao laughed, and fanned the round fan again, "Apologize to mom, mom will never blame you, but I feel a little tired, and I don't want to argue with you Uncle Jiang anymore... What do you think? So be it, and no one has ever really asked for my opinion."

The last sentence was almost inaudible, and Xici couldn't hear it clearly, so he asked, "What?"

Yuan Jiao forced himself to laugh and said, "It's nothing."

Yuan Jiao looked away from Xici, looked at the shining stars in the dark sky, and said with a smile: "Xixi, how is that girl you like?"

Xici was taken aback for a moment, then said ah, "Mom, why do you still remember this?"

"That was the first girl you liked, of course mom remembers."

Xici scratched his head and racked his brains to talk nonsense, "She... I met her once after the college entrance examination, and it felt like meeting her again, and I didn't have that feeling anymore."

"Is the feeling of heartbeat gone?"

Xici touched his chest, where his heart was beating vigorously.

Yuan Jiao sighed, "When my mother first came to the seashore, I met a man, he is very similar to your father, he is considerate, handsome, generous, and most importantly, he has enough patience to understand me and respect me. I."

"It's...Uncle Huo?" Xici's impression of this Uncle Huo was actually very vague.

In his previous life and now, this so-called Uncle Huo only had a rough outline in his mind.

"He's fine, he's...really fine..." Yuan Jiao's voice was broken into pieces by the wave of the fan in his hand.

"mom?"

Yuan Jiao pursed her lips and smiled bitterly, "Later, the Huo family went bankrupt and moved overseas. I met your Uncle Song and Uncle Jiang. They were all very nice, but I don't have any qualifications to have a relationship with them. Xixi, my mother is a Bad guy, I've been relying on others all my life, don't be like my mother."

Xi Ci looked at Yuan Jiao's bitter smile, felt a little sad, and held Yuan Jiao's hand.

Yuan Jiao looked at him, but held his hand instead.

There was a cool breeze blowing in the courtyard, and Xi Ci heard Yuan Jiao's nostalgic voice and said to him: "Your father left the family business instead of inheriting it, and went to become a policeman. At that time, your grandfather was so angry that he adopted a child as an heir to train him. , you met before, his name is Gu Nanchen. Later... I met your father, fell in love and got married, all of which were hidden from your grandfather. Your grandfather doesn't like your father, and he doesn't like the profession of the police. So I was not allowed to associate with him. At that time, my mother was about your age, ran away from home, stole the household registration book and registered. I was still a big spender at that time, and your father’s salary was not enough for a pair of shoes for me. "

Yuan Jiao paused, but did not continue.

This is the first time Xici heard Yuan Jiao talk about her and Gu Youchen, seeing her stop, Xici asked again: "What happened next?"

"Later, there was your brother, and your grandfather couldn't hold back, and took your brother and me back to Gu's house overnight." Speaking of this, Yuan Jiao smiled, "At that time, your father, because he didn't hold the baby well, made milk powder The temperature was not controlled properly, your brother forgot to change his diaper, and he suffered from your grandpa's crutch."

"And then? What about me? What about my birth?"

The smile on Yuan Jiao's face stagnated, and he smiled unnaturally: "You were born much more naughty than your brother, and you tossed me all night. When I think about it now, I feel pain all over my body, but fortunately, I am not as naughty as I was when I was a child. Not crooked."

Yuan Jiao squeezed Xi Ci's face, and smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, there is no earth-shattering past. Mom has said everything that should be said. It's getting late, so you should go back to sleep quickly."

Looking at Yuan Jiao like this, it seems that he really has no intention of talking.In the villa, Jiang Chenhe walked towards this side, Xici got up and put on his shoes, "Mom, then I'll go in first."

"It's been so long, what are we talking about?" Jiang Chenhe walked over and asked in a good mood.

"Just chat casually, Uncle Jiang, you guys talk, I'm a little sleepy and I'll go back to my room first."

Jiang Chenhe nodded, and told him: "Then you have a good rest."

Xi Ci replied yes, and walked away with every step and three turns.

When he went upstairs, he stood on the window sill on the third floor, and still saw Jiang Chenhe sitting beside Yuan Jiao talking in a low voice, while Yuan Jiao was shaking his round fan, smiling charmingly.

On the day of Xici's birthday, Jiang Chenhe sent invitations to all the respectable families on the beach, which said Jiang Jiaxici, coming-of-age ceremony.

The coming-of-age ceremony was not at the hotel, but at Jiang's house.

As a combined family, it is very rare for Jiang Chenhe to be able to do this for Xici.

Early that morning, Xici was pulled up by...Jiang Mingcheng.

"Combine your hair to look like an adult, and put on a handsome suit~" Jiang Mingcheng leaned to one side, singing and laughing as he watched the makeup artist make up Xici.

"Hey, congratulations, you've finally grown up, you're not a kid anymore, be more mature in your actions and speech in the future."

Xici gave him a cold look, then turned to look at himself in the mirror.

With a smooth hair turned back on the forehead, revealing the forehead and clean eyebrows, wearing a well-tailored suit, and a figure of 1.7 meters four, it really looks like that.

Jiang Mingcheng stood beside him, gestured, smiled and put his hands on his shoulders, "Drink more milk, and you can grow as tall as me."

Xici frowned, staring at Jiang Mingcheng, "It's my birthday today, if you can't say something nice, don't say anything!"

"Okay, okay, you are the birthday star and you are the biggest!"

Xi Ci sighed, what is he the biggest, and the marriage proposal hidden behind his birthday!

"Happy birthday!" Jiang Mingcheng handed a palm-sized gift to Xici.

Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Xici accepted it without any hassle, "Thank you."

Xi Ci stood in front of the window irritably, looking at the endless stream of guests at the downstairs door, feeling a headache.

Yesterday he faltered and told Gu Nange about the birthday party over the phone. Although Gu Nange didn't say anything, Xici could feel the air pressure around Gu Nange through the phone, how low it was!

He politely asked when his father would be released from prison.

Gu Nange said mysteriously that he wanted to give him a surprise.

surprise?What surprise?

What a surprise!

Don't think he doesn't remember, his father was released from prison on his birthday!

What's more, he also heard that the Song family will also come today.

It's really nice to gather together.

Xici felt that in his previous life, he had never been so sad as today.

Suddenly, Xi Ci's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to see a familiar figure at the downstairs door, that was... Yuan Shen who sent him to the examination room that day?

Seeing Yuan Shen, Xi Ci remembered this, although he didn't know who invited him, but he should really thank him.

The guests arrived one after another, and Jiang Yucheng greeted them at the door. He was personable, knew etiquette, knew how to advance and retreat, and won the favor of everyone.

A Bentley stopped in front of him, and a person got out of the car. Jiang Yucheng's smile froze for a moment, and he greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Huo, I have long admired you."