The God of the Father and the Hero is Broken [Transmigration Book]

"Is there something wrong?" Jian Yao maintained his watering motion, glanced at Zhou Wenyuan and then looked away. As long as he is compared with Zhou Wenyuan, even the weeds under his feet seem to be more attractive.

Every hair on Jian Yao's body was written with rejection.

Refusing to communicate, refusing to contact, wishing to write a few big characters "Don't talk to me" on the top of the head.

"I told you my name yesterday." Zhou Wenyuan didn't care about Jian Yao's attitude towards him. People like him have never learned to respect other people's feelings, let alone look at other people's faces. His tone was the same as before. Just as frivolous, "Isn't it too impolite for you not to say it?"

Jian Yao turned his head to look at Zhou Wenyuan, his eyes were full of incredulity - with Zhou Wenyuan's tone, how dare he call others rude?Jian Yao almost laughed angrily. He put down the kettle and said solemnly, "I don't want to talk to you."

"I don't even want to have anything to do with you."

Jian Yao also politely added two words: "I hope you understand, thank you."

The kettle was already empty, Jian Yao finished the task of watering the flowers, turned and went home without the slightest hesitation.

"I suggest you go back and search for my name." Zhou Wenyuan's voice came from behind Jian Yao, "It's not too late to tell me this kind of thing after you find it out. I can pretend that I didn't hear what you said just now."

Jian Yao: "No, you'd better hear it."

Jian Yao closed the door with his backhand, cursing bad luck in his heart.

He knew very well why Zhou Wenyuan was "interested" in him. In the book, Zhou Wenyuan would snatch everything that Huo Yan owned, and even if he didn't know that he was " Fake Master".

Zhou Wenyuan's hostility towards Huo Yan will only become more and more serious, but there is no time when there is no hostility.

But Jian Yao is a person, not an object. Zhou Wenyuan can snatch things, but can Zhou Wenyuan snatch friendship?

Anyway, it was impossible for him to give Zhou Wenyuan a good face. He couldn't suppress the disgust in his heart just by hearing the name of Zhou Wenyuan.

Back home, Jian Yao immediately smelled the aroma of breakfast. It was also boiled noodles. Although the noodles he cooked were tasty, they were definitely not as fragrant.

Jian Yao went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, then walked lightly into the kitchen.

Huo Yan didn't seem to hear the footsteps, and just cracked an egg into the pot.

Jian Yao quietly walked behind Huo Yan.

"The ones who like candied hearts should be fried a little more?" Huo Yan didn't look back.

Jian Yao, who was raising his hand to scare Huo Yan, maintained his gesture of raising his hand, feeling that he was a fool at the moment, but he immediately withdrew his hand, pretending that nothing happened, the childish person just now was not himself, and said solemnly: "Focus on it."

"The noodles are over there, taste it, if you think it's too weak, add some salt yourself." Huo Yan turned his head slightly, watching Jian Yao walk to the counter, Jian Yao took out a pair of chopsticks, bent down and picked up some food into the mouth.

Why can Huo Yan cook noodles with this taste? !Jian Yao suddenly raised his head and looked at Huo Yan in disbelief.

Huo Yan was amused by Jian Yao's eyes: "I added some soup treasure."

Jian Yao looked at him blankly: "Does my family have soup treasure?"

Huo Yan pointed to the cabinet above his head: "Add a little more to taste."

Jian Yao: "...Oh, then I'll take the noodles out."

Jian Anzhi didn't go downstairs this morning. When she wasn't working, she would get up early to eat with Jian Yao. When she was working, she would often turn day and night upside down. She might even attend two autograph sessions every year. Although she wrote fairy tales, they were not Fully facing the children's market, adults also account for a certain proportion of book fans.

Jian Yao is "accustomed" to her routine, and will not force her to wake her up for breakfast.

"Aren't you really going to ask Auntie? I cooked a little more noodles."

Sitting at the dining table, Huo Yan asked Jian Yao with concern.

Jian Yao waved his hand: "No, when my mother is busy, she always sleeps until she wakes up naturally. She is probably writing a new book, or going to a signing event. Now I call her, and she will definitely scold me."

Huo Yan didn't say anything more, and the two began to bury their heads in eating noodles.

Snow-white noodles are dotted with scallions, fried eggs are lying on the surface, and the heat is slowly rising into the air, Jian Yao swallowed.

After all, he was at a growing age. Although Jian Yao looked thin, he had a big appetite. A bowl of noodles was cleaned up by Jian Yao in less than 5 minutes, even the soup was not spared.

After Jian Yao finished the last sip of soup, he burped comfortably and reservedly.

"I'll go wash." Seeing that Huo Yan had finished eating, Jian Yao naturally put Huo Yan's bowl on top of his own.

It was only when Jian Yao was washing the dishes that Huo Yan had already washed the pot, the used knives and the chopping board, and all he needed to wash were two bowls.

Jian Yao: "..."

Although he has long been used to Huo Yan's thoughtfulness, he still gets touched every time.

"Don't move next time, leave it to me to wash." Jian Yao came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, and said to Huo Yan seriously, "You cook and I wash the dishes, this is the right division of labor, or I cook. You wash the dishes, don't rush to do everything, I may take your actions for granted after a long time."

Jian Yao never overestimated himself, nor did he think that he would be able to maintain his current mentality.

He has seen a lot of people who take other people's kindness for him for granted. Maybe these people were touched at first, but they get used to it after a long time.

"Habit" is a scary thing.

It can erode people's minds, making people less aware of the importance of people or things around them.

But there are very few people who can resist it.

Huo Yan's eyes swept across Jian Yao's face, and he said softly: "It's okay, you can take it for granted."

Jian Yao: "..."

"Hey!" Jian Yao sighed heavily, he knew that he couldn't make sense with Huo Yan.

They went to the porch to change shoes together, Jian Yao looked at Huo Yan's pair of shoes, no matter how you looked at them, it was not a good taste, Zhou Wenyuan could throw money at others, but Huo Yan didn't even have the money to buy a pair of good shoes.

Jian Yao pursed his lips, he wanted to take Huo Yan to buy a pair, but he knew that Huo Yan would definitely not accept it.

Huo Yan would be willing to pay for others, but he was unwilling to get a little benefit from others.

The two walked out of Jian's house, Jian Yao closed the courtyard door, and the sun was shining outside.

But the sunshine means that he will have to tan another layer of skin today.

While waiting for the bus at the intersection, Jian Yao subconsciously glanced at the house next door, but he didn't see Zhou Wenyuan at the door.

This made Jian Yao breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" Huo Yan lowered his head slightly and asked.

Jian Yao: "It's nothing, let's go, don't be late."

As soon as they reached the intersection, before seeing the shadow of the bus, Jian Yao saw a woman coming from the other side of the street.

She was wearing a dark red coat and combed her hair meticulously. If you look closely, you will find that her nose is very similar to Zhou Wenyuan's, but the bridge of her nose is not as high.

She is not tall, just about 1.6 meters, but she looks much taller than her real height.

Yang Jinhua also saw Huo Yan and Jian Yao beside Huo Yan.

The moment she saw Huo Yan, Yang Jinhua's eyes flickered.

It stands to reason that if Huo Yan is really Yang Jinhua's own son, Yang Jinhua should be proud of him. After all, Huo Yan is not only outstanding in appearance, outstanding in height, but also has good grades that all parents care about.

But Huo Yan was not her own son, and Zhou Wenyuan gave Zhou Wenyuan all her loving mother's heart, so the better he was, the deeper the thorn in Yang Jinhua's heart would be.

"Xiao Yan." Yang Jinhua walked up to Huo Yan. She had never seen Jian Yao before, so she couldn't recognize him.

Huo Yan looked down at Yang Jinhua with a soft expression on his face: "Mom."

Yang Jinhua didn't pay attention to Jian Yao who was standing beside her. To her, there was only one person who was most important in the world - Zhou Wenyuan.

There is only one thing that is most important—letting Zhou Wenyuan get the resources of the Zhou family.

Other than that, nobody or anything mattered, even if it was about herself.

"Your dad is in the hospital, why didn't you visit him last night?" Yang Jinhua questioned Huo Yan, "Yes, I know your dad is unreliable in many ways, but how can you do something to your dad?!"

The more Yang Jinhua spoke, the more excited she became. Her slender eyebrows stood upright, like two long knives pierced between her brows, making her look distorted and frightening, not like a human, but like a ghost in a horror movie.

"Now you are older, taller, and stronger!" Yang Jinhua scolded, "You think you are great, don't you?!"

"Could it be that one day I made you unhappy, and you even hit me?!"

"Who do you think I went to work outside as a nanny and waited on people?!" Yang Jinhua yelled at Huo Yan, "Who am I for?! Could it be for myself?!"

"Let's live a good life, but I'll serve people nodding and bowing? I'm suffering outside alone."

"It's not for you, I will suffer all this?"

At this moment, Yang Jinhua is like a good mother who is full of grievances. She has been let down by her son, and she still has to educate her mentally: "Do you think I didn't spend the money I earned? I saved all the money and waited for you in the future." Going to college, waiting to buy you a house and marry a wife, I, as a mother, have thought about everything I can do and think about."

"It doesn't matter how much I suffer outside. I think about you and this family in my heart. No matter how hard it is, I can survive."

"Xiao Yan, what do you want from Mom?" Yang Jinhua grabbed Huo Yan's hand, "Come on, dig out Mom's heart, take a look, take a look!"

She grabbed Huo Yan's hand and patted her chest. Huo Yan took a step back. He didn't use much strength, as if he was afraid of hurting Yang Jinhua.

"Auntie, the bus is coming." Jian Yao stood beside him, cursing in his heart, but with a smile on his face, "I don't know how much you have suffered outside, but I know that Huo Yan even has a pair of good shoes here. You can’t even afford it, and a fraction of the clothes on your body are enough to feed him for two months.”

"His grades are so good, he has to go to work during winter and summer vacations." Jian Yao, "You suffer so much outside, Huo Yan suffers here, if you think you have suffered a lot, why not come back, anyway, Huo Yan can accompany you suffer."

He had a smile on his face, a natural and generous smile.

Yang Jinhua was interrupted by this, and the tears she finally squeezed out also shrank back. She looked at Jian Yao, and couldn't remember that there was such a friend beside Huo Yan. To be precise, she didn't know that Huo Yan had a friend. friend.

"Who are you?" Yang Jinhua said in a bad tone.

Jian Yao: "Jian Yao, I live in the house that your husband wants to help rent."

"Xiao Yao." Huo Yan suddenly said.

Both Jian Yao and Yang Jinhua were stunned.

They had never heard Huo Yan call a person's name so intimately.

"The car is about to arrive." Huo Yan's voice was very soft, "You go to school first, I'll talk to my mother for a while."

Jian Yao: "But..."

Huo Yan patted Jian Yao's shoulder lightly: "It's nothing, she is my mother."

Jian Yao pursed her lips: "Okay, I'll go first."

The bus wobbled and stopped in front of Jian Yao, and slowly opened the door. Jian Yao walked into the bus door, but his eyes stayed on Huo Yan.

If there is anyone in this world who hurt him the most, it must be Yang Jinhua.

Because it is said in the book that Huo Yan's favorite person is his mother, and he still yearns for maternal love.

He wanted to protect Huo Yan, but at this moment he suddenly found that his protection was a kind of self-moving.

Jian Yao lowered his head, maybe Huo Yan didn't need his protection at all.

The car door gradually closed, and Jian Yao looked away.

Huo Yan also set his eyes on Yang Jinhua's face.

She is old, but she is still the same as when she was younger. She always talks about giving, but she has never really done it.

"Mom, is Dad okay?" The concern in Huo Yan's voice was extraordinarily real.

Yang Jinhua's attention was not on Huo Yan's words, she snorted coldly: "When I go out to work, you make this kind of friends. You compete with the elders, and you break up with him, do you hear me? You can't make such friends .”

Huo Yan had no expression on her face, but Yang Jinhua didn't see it, she said to herself: "If you make friends with this kind of person, one day it will lead you to ruin."

"Mom." Huo Yan, "If you don't know what to say, don't force yourself."

Yang Jinhua thought she had heard it wrong, so she even looked around to see if someone else was talking.

She raised her head and intertwined eyes with Huo Yan.

This was the first time she looked into Huo Yan's eyes after she came back, she was more sensitive than Huo Gan, and she noticed something was wrong almost immediately.

When Huo Yan looked at her before, there was always a little hope in his eyes.

But now there is nothing in Huo Yan's eyes, as if she is just a passerby, not his mother, and has no feelings for him at all.

"He was here just now, I don't want him to think that I am different from the person he imagined." Huo Yan smiled.

This smile hides honey, contains frost, warm and twisted.

Yang Jinhua suddenly became quiet. She didn't know the person in front of her. Even though this person had the same appearance and height as Huo Yan, he was not her adopted son who had been submissive.

This is a "stranger" who makes her feel dangerous.

"Go back and tell Huo Gan, if he doesn't want the other one to be broken, don't bother me." Huo Yan leaned slightly, and he whispered in Yang Jinhua's ear, "And you."

"Do you want Zhou Wenyuan to know that you are his real mother?"

"At that time, will he be grateful to you, or will he want to kill you?"

"Do you want to know?"