Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

"What?" Seeing this, Jian Anran sneered, "Do you still want domestic violence? Don't be arrested and locked up at that time, which will affect your son's public examination."

One sentence expresses the two things that Jian Shaobo cares about the most: Jian Anjie, the "heir", and the glorious family affairs such as Kao Gong.

Having been together day and night for more than [-] years, Jian Anran knew how to handle his psychology very well, and instantly extinguished Jian Shaobo's immediate impulse.After waking up, he suddenly couldn't raise or lower his hand that was raised in mid-air, and the scene was a little awkward for a moment.

"Pa—" he smashed the glass bowl to the ground, and the broken glass even flew in front of Jane Anran.

"This can't be your attitude when talking to me." Jian Shaobo tried to say these pale words to save himself.

"Do you still want our whole family to serve you respectfully?" Jian Anran said as she held Yang Yahui's hand.

Since working in the hospital in recent months, her hands have been subjected to disinfectant several times a day, and within a short time, the skin on her hands has been soaked and wrinkled, and the skin on her fingertips has even turned white.

Seeing a terrifying appearance, Jian Shaobo hurriedly turned his head away.

"You don't dare to watch?" Jian Anran thought it was ridiculous, "Because of your disgusting vanity, now my mother can only do cleaning, you are not just earning millions every day, why are you pretending to be big with others?" How about keeping your wife at home as a full-time wife?"

"Also," she stood up, using her shoes to push away the broken glass in front of her, "How do you pay back my mother's shop? And my uncle, my aunt's loan, when will you pay it?"

"Are you still going out to smoke and drink? Doesn't it mean that you have no food expenses? The cigarettes you smoke now are a pack less than a hundred?" Jian Anran's eyes fell on the red cigarette in Jian Shaobo's hand.

Probably a little guilty, Jian Shaobo subconsciously hid the cigarette case in his hand back.

"Why are you alone in your own family, borrowing money from my mother's family? Why do you want Meimei to run away by herself now?"

As soon as her words fell, Yang Yahui stretched out her hand and pulled her, signaling her not to speak too much.

Throwing away Yang Yahui's hand, Jian Anran turned her head, "I haven't finished yet, people want you dead, so what face do you have to help him?"

"How come a man's face is so noble, it's worth your effort to defend his pathetic self-esteem?"

Jian Anran once felt that her words were becoming more and more mean, but when she thought that it was other people who were mean to her first, it shouldn't be too much for her to say something to stop her internal friction, right?
"Also," she hadn't finished, "what about our house?"

Jian Shaobo seemed to have finally seized some breakthrough, and said impatiently: "I said that the house of 'our house' has no share for you. This will only be left to Jian Anjie, so don't let your wishful thinking come true!"

"Then how do you prove that I was born to my mother and someone else?"

Unexpectedly, Jian Anran would answer like this, Jian Shaobo was stunned for a moment.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Jian Anran clasped her hands in front of her chest, "How can I say that I have the same account book with you, your name is also written in the column of biological father on my birth certificate, this house, have you paid off the mortgage?"

"You got your house book back? Can you change your name?"

A series of questions made Jian Shaobo speechless, "You didn't do anything, you just said it wasn't mine, why not?"

"If you die, you will be half of me." She said the last sentence specifically to provoke Jian Shaobo.

Jian Shaobo "hummed" at first, and then said: "I'm already half a hundred, what else can I pursue in this life?"

"These have nothing to do with me in the future!"

Before Jian Anran could speak, Yang Yahui clenched her fists instantly after hearing these words.

"Are you half a hundred?" She almost screamed, "Do you have the face to say that you are half a hundred?"

"Are you ruined now? Are you planning to break the jar? Why don't you think about your son who has just entered junior high school? Is he going to drink dew in the next ten or twenty years?"

"Have you ever thought about how he will go to college? Where will he get living expenses?"

Jian Anran's entire childhood was spent when her grandmother gave birth to her mother.Her status as an only child has lasted for a long time at home, and Yang Yahui has always been reluctant to have a second child.

One reason is that the family’s financial conditions were not very good at the beginning of their marriage. A group of people crowded together with Jian Shaobo’s parents, Jian Anran’s grandparents, and her uncles and aunts in an old house in the 80s in an urban village.

With a mean in-laws and a not-so-reliable husband, Yang Yahui even felt sorry for Jian Anran at one point, let alone having a second child.

But she felt that without a male heir, she could not "inherit" the Jian family. Jian Anran's grandmother once spoke harshly to Yang Yahui, thinking that she wanted to kill off the heirs of his Jian family and let her son have no heir.

Under tremendous pressure from her husband's family, 35-year-old Yang Yahui finally gave birth to a second child who was ten years younger than Jian Anran.

At that time, Jian Shaobo's business seemed to be getting better, and after making a little money, he started spending time outside. Yang Yahui felt that her life had once again fallen into darkness.

If she had never seen the light, she could have endured the darkness.

But when she was young, Yang Yahui was still considered an outstanding beauty among her classmates and friends. She had fair skin and a beautiful appearance. At one time, she had many suitors.

Jian Anran still can't figure out why she chose someone like Jian Shaobo among so many outstanding people. She gave birth to her daughter when she was young and prosperous.

Pulling her daughter who was almost a replica of herself out of the street until Jian Anran was in her teens, people would still ask when they saw it: "Are you going out with your sister?"

This situation has disappeared since Jian Anjie was born. The pressure inside and outside the family, and the upside down day and night to take care of the child alone, Yang Yahui has aged a lot in just one thought, her cheekbones have become more prominent, her face has become sallow, and even the white Hair also shows up.

"Mom took you and your brother out to play?"

When Yang Yahui heard this sentence for the first time, she was sad all night.

She finally felt the wasted years of her time in the mouths of others, and the husband of the instigator was still holding their joint property outside, wrapping around a woman 15 years younger than herself.

Yang Yahui's tears have been shed, "You just don't care about your daughter, you let me work hard to give birth to your son, who is only 12 years old this year, and there is still a long period of life to go in the future, you take back that bad mentality !"

It was probably the first time seeing Yang Yahui's decisive eyes, and Jian Shaobo was a little frightened.

Just as I was about to say something, I heard the doorbell ding-dong.