The crimson rich family, the petite wife makes you addicted!

During dinner, Shen Mohan stared at Su Cen and said suddenly: "I think Yang Yang is very happy today."

"Really?" Su Cen knew what he meant, but she was in a very messed up mood right now. It was beyond her ability to accept the fact that her two relatives had passed away within two days. , thought for a while and said, "He does this every time he comes out to play."

Shen Mohan seemed to be choked by her, but his face quickly returned to normal, and he said slowly: "Yangyang is getting bigger and bigger, and he will go to kindergarten soon, and other children have parents, and they will feel that they are heterogeneous."

Su Cen's heart fluttered for a while, so he nodded indiscriminately and said perfunctorily, "Well, I...I will think about it."

Shen Mohan studied her expression carefully, Su Cen was stunned by him, and just as he was about to back away, he grabbed her wrist.

"You're perfunctory to me." Shen Mohan sighed almost imperceptibly.

He still wanted to speak, but Su Cen's resistance was too obvious. He moved his lips, but finally said nothing.

In the evening, Su Fang came to pick up Yangyang, the little guy stared at his uncle for a long time, looked at him again and again, and muttered, "Ah, this uncle is so beautiful."

One sentence made the adults laugh.

Shen Mohan accompanied their mother and son to Su's house for a while, when Su Liankai and his wife saw their grandson, they were so excited that they burst into tears.

Jiang Lan was even more excited, hugging her grandson without letting go, kissing non-stop, making the little guy look like her parents asking for help.

It may be a blood relationship, the little guy doesn't have much birth in the Su family, and he got into trouble with Su Fang after a while.

When I returned to Shen's villa at night, it was almost 11 o'clock. The little guy had been away from his mother for several days, and he insisted on clinging to his mother when he slept.

After Su Cen bathed the little guy, Su Cen went into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

Seeing his mother go in, the little guy walked around the room with his bare feet, and then ran to the study next door. His father saw him very happy, picked him up, touched his wet hair, Ask: "Has Yang Yang finished taking a bath?"

"Yeah." The little guy nodded, then saw the bed in the study, and asked with a flat mouth: "Dad, it's uncomfortable to sleep on such a small bed. Come and sleep on the big bed with us."

Shen Mohan was taken aback for a moment, and then asked his son, "What is Mom doing?"

"Mom is taking a bath."

Shen Mohan understood, thought for a while, and then said to the little guy: "Yangyang, you go back to your room first, and after Mom comes out of the shower, you can call Dad over next door, okay?"

The little guy rubbed his head, a little confused, but nodded obediently.

Su Cen just came out of the bathroom. After searching for a long time, she saw that there was no one in the room. After a closer look, she found that Yang Yang was squatting beside the bed, looking at something with her little head drooping.

"Little villain isn't sleeping yet, what are you doing?" Su Cen walked over and asked with a smile.

The little guy was murmuring and studying an item in his hand, when Su Cen walked over, Yang Yang had already torn off the plastic cover and took out the item inside.

Turning around and seeing my mother, I remembered what my father said to me just now, and immediately called him at the top of my voice: "Dad, come to sleep!"

After yelling, he looked at his mother and asked her, holding something up, "Mom, what is this for?"

When Su Cen saw that thing, he couldn't help but jump in his heart. He snatched the thing from Yang Yang's hand, turned around and saw that the little guy pulled out a box at some point, and it was full of boxes.

There were footsteps behind her, she knew it was Shen Mohan without even thinking about it, Su Cen felt her face was on fire, she originally wanted to throw that thing into the trash can, but after thinking about it, she felt bad, so she took it into the bathroom and rushed into the toilet.

Shen Mohan looked at the condom, a little puzzled, and after thinking for a while, he remembered that it was placed in the apartment when the two first got married, but at that time, he hadn't touched her for a year, so these things were useless. Thinking of being pulled out by his son.

He put the box on a high place, and then quickly followed Su Cen's pace, blocking her at the bathroom door.

Su Cen blushed, glanced at him, and glared at him: "You don't know how to put those things away?"

"I didn't use that condom," he felt wrong again after speaking, so he changed his words, "I mean, I haven't used a condom for a long time."

The more he said it, the more inappropriate it became, Shen Mohan rationally decided to shut up.

When Su Cen heard his words, there was a slight anger on his face, and his heart was sour, he bit his lip and said in a low voice, "It's none of my business."

Shen Mohan closed his eyes, made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said, "Cen'er, I haven't used that thing for more than two years."

"Crazy." Su Cen felt her face was about to burn, she gritted her teeth and cursed.

"I really haven't used it." Shen Mohan felt that the so-called man's self-esteem was trampled under his feet. This is almost the feeling. He took a deep breath and added: "Really. In the past two years, I really I have never touched other women, and I have you in my heart, and I don't respond to others."

Su Cen glanced at him angrily, thinking of the possibility of him rolling in bed with other women during the two years she left, her heart ached.

Seeing Su Cen's expression of disbelief, Shen Mohan gritted his teeth and went all out: "Cen'er, it's not like you didn't know my condition in the bathroom that day. If you don't believe me, come and verify my identity."

"Go away, my son is still outside." Thinking of their frantic situation in the bathroom that night, Su Cen's face turned redder, she lowered her head not to look at him, and pushed Shen Mohan's pressed chest away.

Shen Mohan still failed to climb into bed that night, but under his son's strong request, he was able to sleep on the sofa in the master bedroom. Before he lay down, he thought: I can't tell that my son is still Dad's caring little padded jacket.

On the day of Su Manqing's funeral, Su Cen and Shen Mohan went out early in the morning, and Lin Ke'er took the child with him first.

There was an endless stream of people coming to the funeral, and Su Cen was so busy that he kept his feet on the ground. When he occasionally took a breath, he would turn around and look at the black and white photo of Su Manqing who was visiting in the middle of the mourning hall.

The photo was picked by Su Cen from the photo album left by her aunt. In the photo, He Man was only in her early twenties, with big and deep eyes staring quietly at the camera, bright and moving.

When it was past ten o'clock, Lin Zicong did not expect that Lin Zicong would also come. When he came close, he patted Su Cen on the shoulder, signaling her not to be sad.

Su Cen had called him several times in the past few days. Lin Zicong was afraid that she would be too busy alone, so he originally planned to come over to help.But they were all declined by Su Cen. She was afraid that after he came, the place would be even more chaotic.But she didn't know how to tell Lin Zicong that she and Shen Mohan were getting entangled again.

She knew that her behavior was not good, so she thought to herself, wait until the matter here is over, and then find a chance to clarify with Lin Zicong. Arrived at the funeral.

Su Cen asked him, "Why are you here?"

Lin Zicong didn't know what was going on in her heart. The two of them didn't have much contact these days and he just thought Su Cen was too busy, so there was no difference at the moment, he just said: "Of course I'm coming." After a pause, he went on again. Said: "Before you were busy alone, I—"

Su Cen quickly interrupted him: "It's nothing, and I'm not very tired."

Lin Zicong smiled, then rubbed her hair again, and said: "But it doesn't matter now, I will stay here for a few more days, and I will go back with you when the time comes."

Su Cen felt guilty, and dodged his eyes and said, "Go and sit next to me first."

Seeing her like this, Lin Zicong guessed that she was probably upset about his aunt, so he stopped talking and found a quiet place to sit down.

Su Fang on the side waited for Lin Zicong to go away, and quietly said to Su Cen, "Sister, let me tell you, I only recognize Shen Mohan as my brother-in-law!"

Su Cen glared at him, and said angrily, "You little redhead!".

As he spoke, he looked at the photo of his aunt, and then looked at Shen Mohan who greeted the guests as the son-in-law of the Su family. He didn't know what it was like. Normally, the aunt had already gone to another world. To dwell on the past, she can get back together with Shen Mohan, but for some reason, whenever she is with Shen Mohan, she will think of her aunt, and her heart will always be lumpy.

As if aware of the gaze behind him, Shen Mohan turned around and looked at Su Cen. Their eyes met in the low sky. Because his eyes were too hot and the emotions in them were too complicated, Su Cen lowered his eyes subconsciously. Mou, no longer look at him.

Looking up again, he saw Shen Jiaheng walking over with Gu Manyun.

Seeing Gu Manyun standing in front of his aunt's photo, Su Cen thought of his grandfather's death, and he didn't know what it was like, did he hate it?Can't talk about it.complain?He couldn't find a suitable reason. After all, his own sister committed suicide because of her aunt, so it was reasonable for her to go to Su's house to make trouble.

Gu Manyun looked at Su Cen, and wanted to come over and say a few words to her, but seeing Su Cen standing there with a cold expression, he didn't look at her at all, thought about it, held back, and planned to wait for Su Manqing Talk to her after your funeral.

After burying Su Manqing, the crowd had already dispersed, and Su Cen stood alone in front of Su Manqing's tombstone for a long time.

Shen Mohan knew that some things needed to give Su Cen some time, so he asked Su Fang to persuade the two old men of the Su family to take Yang Yang home first, and wait outside the cemetery.

As night fell, Su Cen knelt down slowly, stroking the cold tombstone, thinking that Su Manqing was thinking of herself and begging for her forgiveness when she died, her nose was sore, and tears welled up in her eyes, "Auntie, I'm sorry, it was Cen'er who didn't Well, if I'm not so entangled, you won't be like this, sorry..."

"If Manqing can hear it, she will be very happy in another world."

A deep baritone voice came from behind and made Su Cen, who was sobbing softly, stiffen, because the voice sounded very strange.