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【Speak at the front:】

First of all, regarding Aibao's guardianship, please treat it as a special case.His relatives who are related by blood don't exist at all, so there is a situation where he looks for relatives from his stepmother.And his stepmother's relatives are basically gone, so in the end he tried to contact the stepmother's ex-husband when he had no choice.

Because it's still better than sending Ai Bao to an orphanage anyway, and Ai Bao himself inherited his father's inheritance and is quite rich.

The stepmother's ex-husband of course refused, and then Yan Tang, who was the child of Ai Bao's stepmother and ex-husband, found out about it.Out of a certain psychology that will be discussed later, he adopted Aibao.

The emotional line of this article is very slow.

I hope everyone will give me a little patience -33-, everything that touches the bottom line is impossible, and I also know what you are worried about.

What I can only tell you is that the relationship line has actually appeared long ago but no one has noticed it, including Yan Tang and Ai Bao, and of course you one 33-.

This line will slowly surface, everyone, don't be anxious, I love you, if you are anxious...you can only have a boo with me.

Accept it and start reading!Love you guys thick.

Yu taro.

2019.8.28

One.

The winter of 2008 was very cold, all over the country.

Even C City, which never gets a little white in winter, has snow.

Yan Tang pushed the door open and went out, and a gust of cold wind hit him, which was worse than before.

Winter in City C is cold and humid, like drowning.It's snowing now, and there's more water vapor in the air, hitting people's faces as if they want to get into the cracks in people's bones.

But fortunately, Yan Tang is not a person who is afraid of the cold.

He liked fighting in his early years, and he practiced muay thai for several years, and he never stopped exercising. His body is full of tendon and flesh, which is simply a magic weapon to keep out the cold.

In this winter, he casually wears a high-necked black sweater and a denim jacket, which counts.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Tang stopped in front of his locomotive.

He modified this car to be cool. It was originally one of the classic models of Harley’s softail car series. The whole body is dark and solemn, with a slightly raised tail and tough lines. The driving stamina is stronger, and the drag racing is more fierce.

A bunch of keys were twirled and shaken by Yan Tang's index finger on his right hand. He thought for a while, and finally walked to his well-behaved car next to him.

Riding a motorcycle on the street in this winter is inevitably a bit cold, and what's more, he is going to the police station, not the racing track.

In addition, he was going to pick up a child, and this locomotive might scare people.

Yan Tang gets a headache when he thinks of the child he is going to take over from the police station.

This child is the child of his mother's second-married husband. His mother's second-married husband passed away, and the custody fell to his own mother.His own mother didn't raise him for a few years, so she followed him.

Now the child said that he had no blood relatives to rely on, and the police had no choice but to call Yan Tang's mother's ex-husband, who was Yan Tang's father.

Yan Tang got into his Audi, took off his coat and threw it on the passenger seat.

The black close-fitting sweater outlined his smooth muscular lines.

Yan Tang was not in a hurry to drive, he took out his mobile phone and checked the time on it.

7 points.

The notice from the police station is to pick up the child at 8 o'clock today, and now he drives there, and it will take only ten minutes at most.

After thinking for a while, Yan Tang got off the car and planned to walk to the other side to buy some breakfast.

The house he lived in was bought by himself a long time ago, and it is a villa area of ​​some age. He has been too lazy to move, and he is used to living here.

The place is also convenient, close to the city center.

Although it can't be said to be quiet, but if you want to buy something, like breakfast, you just need to walk to the open area of ​​Ximen, there are two rows of neatly opened breakfast shops.

There are buns with red bean paste, flower rolls, corn, buns, soy milk, and milk.

Yan Tang is used to it. He drinks a cup of skimmed milk every morning and eats two eggs and two bananas. This is not the case for children.

While walking, Yan Tang lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

He is tall, with a good figure, wearing a sweater and jacket, a pair of long and powerful legs, a head of black hair was randomly grabbed by him with his hands, and he fell backwards. .

As Yan Tang was walking, there were quite a few morning joggers along the way who couldn't help but glance at him.

Yan Tang didn't pay much attention, and casually picked up the cigarette he was biting.

His phone vibrated in his trouser pocket.

Yan Tang took it out and put it to his ear, "Hello?" He asked while smoking a cigarette, "Who is that?"

"Brother Yan, it's me!" Fatty Fang was bluffing, "It's nothing, so I asked you if you got up? Aren't you going to pick up your mother's second marriage today?"

Yan Tang let out the smoke from his mouth, "Get up early, buy breakfast."

"For children?" Fatty Fang chuckled, "I can't tell that Brother Yan is still careful and patient—hehe..."

Yan Tang didn't want to talk to Fatty Fang, since Fatty Fang was the old lady's heart, he didn't care about it.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll hang up first." Yan Tang said.

"Wait a minute, why are you in a hurry," Fatty Fang said quickly, "Brother Yan, didn't you ask me to find a nanny for you? I'll find you a reliable housekeeping company for more than 40 Auntie at the age of [-], I think she looks pretty good, so I will come to your house this afternoon to show you, if you are satisfied, then this is the auntie, if you are not satisfied, please tell me!"

Yan Tang hummed.

Fatty Fang said again, "There is just one more thing..." He squeezed his voice, imitating the eunuch in the court drama on TV, "I don't know if the small one should be said or not?"

"Say." Yan Tang exhaled a mouthful of white smoke, he looked up and saw that Ximen was approaching.

Fatty Fang's faintly serious voice came from the phone next to his ear, "Brother Yan, I only told you that I treated you as a brother. Your mother, who was stupid at the beginning, divorced her uncle, and the second marriage was brought to others. It's a child. You look at this child who is helpless and pitiful now. Taking over and raising him is already the best of humanity! Don't follow this child too much. Let him do what he should do when he is full in the second half of next year Well, otherwise, seeing that you have money in the future, you will be eaten to death!"

While listening, Yan Tang asked the master of the bun shop to pick up some pig's head custard and wrap them in. He saw that children should like to eat this kind of food too much.

"I have a sense of proportion." Yan Tang said, holding a bag of steamed stuffed buns in his hand, and squeezed a few bags of hot soybean milk.

"Besides, am I the one being manipulated?" Yan Tang casually rubbed the cigarette into the ashtray on the trash can and extinguished it, and asked Fatty Fang indifferently.

Fatty Fang patted himself on the forehead, "Hey, I'm not afraid that you will be alone, and if you accidentally treat this child sincerely, he will turn out to be a white-eyed wolf."

Fatty Fang was like this. He was worried that Yan Tang didn't pay attention to people and children and didn't take good care of them, but also worried that Yan Tang paid too much attention to the child, so he finally fed the dog sincerely.

Yan Tang didn't say anything else, he hummed and said he was going to drive, then hung up the phone.

He casually tossed the stuffed oil paper bag and soybean milk he bought into the steamed buns on the seat behind him.

It's 7:40 now, but luckily it's the weekend, there is no rush hour for work, and Yan Tang doesn't need to drive at a speed of less than 40 yards.

In fact, Yan Tang hadn't contacted his mother for a long time. If it wasn't for the police call this time, he wouldn't even know his mother had passed away.

Since Yan Tang was 14 years old, his mother and father divorced and left, and they never came back, not even to see him.

As for whether he hated his father and his mother's divorce, Yan Tang didn't feel much. Left and right were just adults pursuing their own lives, which was fine.

But if he said that he never came back to see his mother after he got divorced, and didn't call even on his birthday, asking Yan Tang how he felt, Yan Tang had to admit that it was a bit uncomfortable.

But now Yan Tang is 27 and [-] years old, his mother has been absent for too long, and he doesn't care much about it anymore.

The past and the little bit of sadness in the past have faded with the passage of time, like the scar on Yan Tang's forehead.

Yan Tang drove his little Audi, wandering around the gate of the police station looking for a parking space.

As for the Mr. Ai whose mother's second marriage, Yan Tang was somewhat curious. What kind of man is this who can seduce his mother without hesitation?

Yan Tang's father said that Mr. Ai was an ugly alcoholic who seduced other people's wives, but Yan Tang didn't even want to talk to him.

Yan Tang knew all about his father's virtues, and what his father said was basically farting.

However, Mr. Ai said that he passed away a few years ago and had no chance to meet him.

Now his son Aibao is still waiting for adoption in the police station.

A little boy who is more than ten years younger than Yan Tang.

In fact, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy is not too young, and some mature ones can be independent.

But this Ai Bao, Yan Tang was informed by the police station that he has some mental retardation, some words, deeds, and way of thinking are very different from ordinary people.

Therefore, both Yan Tang and his brothers who knew about this incident called the younger brother who was about to be raised under his name a "child".

The scenery outside the car window is passing by quickly.

Yan Tang doesn't like to turn on the heater, and drives with the windows open in winter.

The cold air came in from the outside, splashed on his face, and got into the tiny gap between his sweaters.

Yan Tang felt quite comfortable.