Marriage is continuous: mysterious husband brought home

He twisted the door handle and locked it inside. "You two wash quickly and go downstairs for dinner after washing."

"Something to eat?" Yan Yan and Nie Yuchen both turned their eyes a few times, and quickly came out of the bathtub, standing in the shower and began to blow on the foam.

Yan Yan is a full eater. Although Nie Yuchen is young, he is also a eater!

Nie TingYang just sat on the sofa and thought that he would have to wait for more than 20 minutes. Who knows, they came out of the bathroom in less than five minutes.

"Do you have anything to eat? I'm starving!" Yan Yan said.

Nie Yuchen rubbed his stomach, "Daddy, I want to eat, I'm hungry too."

"Go to eat when you are hungry." Nie TingYang stood up. He was really more and more unprincipled. Eating supper was his previous taboo!

It was ground by this woman!

Yan Yan thought his rice was either noodles or porridge. Unexpectedly, it was so rich! There are ten dishes, and they are all so exquisite. The key is that they are all her favorite!

Saliva is about to flow out

"Nie TingYang, can you really eat?" she stared at the man opposite. Under his strict instruction, she did not dare to eat anything after 7:30 p.m., so she was really flattered by such a rich supper today. She suddenly felt unreal and like a dream.

Nie TingYang gave her a speechless look, "eat." if you don't let her eat, you may scold him in your heart. He doesn't know what she looks like. He always scolds him secretly in his heart.

When Yan Yan and Nie Yuchen ate, Nie TingYang didn't eat. Although he was hungry, it was difficult to change his habits over the years.

He leaned back on the chair and drank the boiled water slowly. The more he saw it, the more he felt that the two men looked like each other, especially when they were eating. Their mouths were just the same!

Fate is really wonderful. He married not only a wife, but also his son with the right mother.

It's not that a family doesn't enter a house. Maybe that's what it means?

The man involuntarily lifted the corners of his lips, and inadvertently appeared in front of him that she was wearing a butterfly mask at night, which reminded him of those nights many years ago

The man with a mole on his forehead never appeared. He probably got some news. After all, there was a lot of noise in the hotel last night, which shocked the media.

After a night without any harvest, Su Junming closed the team and left at dawn.

Because it was a holiday, Yan Yan and Nie Yuchen rarely slept in. They slept until noon.

Nie TingYang didn't go to the hospital today. Although he didn't go to the hospital and didn't sleep in, he leaned against the head of the bed after breakfast.

Last night, after the mother and son fell asleep in their arms, he couldn't sleep. He leaned against the head of the bed and watched them sleep. The more he looked at them, the more he felt evil. The more he looked at them, the clearer and stronger the guess in his heart.

After thinking about it, he felt it necessary for him to have a good chat with the gentleman in his family.

Nie Zhai.

Nie Pingqing went to the company in the morning. He got a call from Nie TingYang and came back from the company. He got home just in time for lunch.

Today, the eldest son rarely came back. Huang Rui cooked lunch himself. It can't be regarded as a feast, but it's also very good.

"Ah Yang, why did you come back by yourself? Where's Xiao Chen?" the old lady asked as soon as her grandson came in.

"He's at home with Yan."

"It's a holiday. You don't say to send him back. Now let someone send him back."

Nie TingYang glanced at his grandmother and heard Nie Pingqing's voice in the kitchen. She went straight to the kitchen, "isn't it good for the child to be with his mother?"

The old lady opened her mouth and finally said, "Yan Yan is not Xiao Chen's mother!"

Nie TingYang stopped and looked at her, "grandma, this is not necessarily."

"..." the old lady frowned. What do you mean?

Before he could react, Nie TingYang had already walked away.

Nie Pingqing just heard the conversation between his mother and son outside. He clicked in his heart and stabbed Huang Rui with his hand.

Huang Rui pretended not to feel it and continued to cut the shredded scallions, ready to make a soup later.

"Xiaorui..."

"Brother Ping, bring me a plate, thank you."

Nie Pingqing pulled at the corners of his mouth and handed her a plate.

"Dad, let's go to the study and have a chat." Nie TingYang came to the kitchen with a consistent indifference on his face. Although his words didn't bring much coldness, they still made people feel uncomfortable.

Nie Pingqing didn't turn around. "After dinner, your mother is almost ready."

"It won't take much time."

Nie Pingqing and Nie TingYang went to the study upstairs and closed the door.

The old lady didn't know what had happened downstairs, so she came to the kitchen, "Xiaorui, what's the matter with these two people?"

Huang Rui shrugged her shoulders and left the corners of her mouth, "God knows."

"How do you feel that ah Yang is a little strange when he comes back? Didn't he tell you?"

Huang Rui skillfully stirred the soup in the pot without looking back. His voice was always calm and indifferent. "No, but it should be something at work. Mom, you don't have to worry. Isn't their father and son always like this? There will be dinner in ten minutes. Mom, go wash your hands and prepare for dinner."

The old lady didn't get what she wanted from her daughter-in-law. She snorted and left the kitchen.

At this time, Huang Rui stopped her action, stared at the soup in the pot for dozens of seconds, and then started stirring again.

With a sigh, it seems that what should come is still coming. I know it's impossible to hide it all the time.

She turned off the fire, went outside and looked at the study upstairs. She didn't know how they were now.

She knows her son's temper very well, but she knows her husband's temper better. These two people are enemies. Sometimes she has a headache.

In the study, although there was no quarrel, the cold war was more terrible than quarrel.

Nie Pingqing seldom smokes on weekdays, but now he also lit a cigarette and took a sip, but he coughed because he smoked too hard.

Nie TingYang kept playing with a cigarette between his fingers and didn't light it.

At that time, he was actually going to order, but he suddenly remembered the frowning appearance of the little woman, saying that she didn't like the smell of smoke. By magic, he even stopped his idea of lighting cigarettes.

The smoke was smelled in front of his nose. He raised his eyes and glanced at the man who was still slightly coughing behind the desk. "Dad, you'd better tell me the truth. Whose child is Xiaochen?"

He thought about this problem all night last night. He carefully compared Xiaochen with Wei Ziqi. There was no similarity at all. Instead, he looked more and more like Yan Yan.

Especially when you think of the child's height, he is now four and a half years old. Although his height is also within the normal range, he is not outstanding.

There is no short person in the Nie family. It is reasonable that Xiaochen should not be short. If he is really Wei Ziqi's son, he should not be short. Wei Ziqi's height is the best among women, but this is not the case.

Height, appearance, wonderful fate, all these let him have to doubt.

In fact, he didn't have to bother to ask his father. He knew everything about DNA identification, but he wanted to know what happened that year.

Obviously, Yan Yan doesn't know. She even thinks that the fat boy Dong Jun He made up that day is her son.

Things must have been very complicated and many people must have been involved.

He must find out.

Nie Pingqing didn't cough now, but his face was still a little red. He seemed to try his best to prove that he didn't lie. His tone was a little hasty. "How many times do I have to say before you believe that Xiaochen is your child with Wei Ziqi. Didn't you see it with your own eyes?"

Nie TingYang suddenly smiled, but obviously he was smiling, but the coldness in the corners of his mouth suddenly reduced the surrounding temperature by more than ten degrees!

"Dad, you won't admit it until I put the paternity test report of Xiaochen and Yan Yan in front of you, will you? Huh?"

Although it was already stormy in his heart, Nie Pingqing was a figure who had been fighting in the mall for many years. He looked at his son and said faintly: "Ah Yang, I don't know why you have such absurd ideas. How can Xiaochen be Yan Yan's son? When he was born, I was outside the delivery room. As soon as the nurse took him out, I came forward. There was no second person's hand in the middle."

"Really? Then tell me, when was Xiaochen born?"

"Don't you know? December 31, 2007, two o'clock in the morning."

"The correct time should be January 1, 2008, two o'clock in the morning. Am I right, Dad."

Nie TingYang finally lit the cigarette in his hand, slowly took a breath, spit out the smoke, and looked at his father through the smoke. It was a little fuzzy, but he clearly saw his stiff expression and turned pale a little.

Nie Pingqing calmed down his mood, turned his face slightly, and denied, "it's impossible. I will never remember wrong! If I remembered wrong alone, there were doctors and nurses at that time. Would they also remember wrong?"

"OK." Nie TingYang took a cigarette hard. "In that case, wait until the paternity test report gets to Dad, and then give me a satisfactory explanation." he twisted out his cigarette, stood up and stopped at the door.

"Dad, you've lived most of your life. Many things are more thorough than me. Some things can't be stopped if you don't want to stop them. For example, blood relationship. Xiaochen is very resistant to all the women I brought back, except Yan Yan. He's very kind. He's just a child."

He didn't say anything down here. Press the door handle, open the door and leave.

Huang Rui sat in the downstairs living room. Seeing him downstairs, she stood up and said, "wash your hands and eat."