The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 794 Every time I come back, I will be suffocated
A residential area in the south of T city, scattered with different buildings, these buildings are surrounded by a large courtyard, like a whole, but also like a scattered residential area.

The small western-style building in the middle of the compound has a simple and simple architectural style. Even if the gate is closed, chatter and laughter from inside can be heard from a distance.

Seeing his uncle and aunt's brothers and sisters chatting and laughing in the living room, Li Jianhao felt helpless, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards the stairs.

Just halfway through, mother Zhang Cuilan came out of the kitchen with a fruit plate, "Jianhao, why don't you spend more time with your younger siblings when you come back after a long time?"

"Mom, they think I'm old and have a generation gap." Li Jianhao panicked, and then walked up the stairs with the handrail. After walking a few floors, the phone in his slacks rang.

He stopped and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Li Jianhao held the stairs and picked it up, "Second brother, what's the matter?...Oh, okay, I'll be right there." After hanging up the phone, Li Jianhao walked down the stairs quickly, walked to He took off his cotton padded clothes from the hanger and put them on, saying, "Mom, go out and do something, let your younger brothers and sisters watch the Spring Festival Gala with you later." Sharing fruit, when he heard that his son was going out, he stopped his movements and asked concerned, "Jianhao, where are you going?"

"Oh, my brothers are playing cards, three are missing and one is missing." While speaking, Li Jianhao has already opened the door. In the living room, six or seven siblings are watching TV while joking. No one pays attention to the departure of Li Jianhao, the eldest brother, because Li Jianhao seldom comes back. , although the relationship with the younger brothers and sisters is also alienated a lot.

"Jianhao, don't go, can't you spend more time with me at home after Chinese New Year?" Zhang Cuilan said behind her, her eyes were already slightly red.

"There are so many people, I'm the only one!" Li Jianhao said easily, and the smile on his face disappeared as the door closed after he walked out.

He took a deep breath, and every time he came back here, he would be suffocated.

In the small foreign building, Zhang Cuilan went back to her room, sat on the bed and shed tears silently. After ten years, her son was obviously alienated from her.

There was a knock on the door, Zhang Cuilan hurriedly wiped away her tears and said to come in, Li Weimin pushed open the door and walked in, saw the obvious signs of crying on Zhang Cuilan's face, sat sideways beside her and took her over, while Wiping her tears while comforting her, "Don't be sad, I can't help it, when he knows your difficulties, he won't be like this again."

"Weiming, do you think we did something wrong?" Zhang Cuilan raised her eyes, frowned and looked at Li Weimin, who embraced her and sighed, "It's my elder brother's fault if I made a mistake. We don't have the right to choose..." Looking ahead, Li Weimin's eyes were full of resentment, he and Zhang Cuilan were both victims of what happened back then, and it was the family's rulers who forced them to do that.

"Weiming, how about...let's tell Jianhao," Zhang Cuilan turned her head to look at Li Weimin, who also retracted her eyes, looked at Zhang Cuilan and asked with a half-smile, "Tell him what? Say I'm him Your biological father, do you think he will understand us like Jiancheng?"

"Then what should we do? We can't let him avoid us for the rest of his life, right?" Zhang Cuilan frowned, full of melancholy. Her son has lived in school since high school, and even found a house outside by himself after graduating from university...

"Oh, don't think about it, I'll talk to him when the time is right," Li Weimin sighed, then got up, and patted Zhang Cuilan on the shoulder, "Go down, the boss is coming back."

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In the clubhouse, the four brothers were sitting at the poker table playing cards. Xue Jingrui and Li Jianhao were still active as usual, but Chu Silu and Mo Zhiqian had never spoken much. Although it was Chinese New Year, there was no trace of joy on their faces. color.

(End of this chapter)