Chapter 90

For all the seats, there was very little conversation between Xu Yichen and his family. During the meeting, all the topics of discussion fell on Zhou Huanyu, who was about to get married.

He Wanmo tried his best to understand their conversation, probably because Zhou Huanyu was going to marry her boyfriend and plan to settle in the United States, where she saw a house and wanted Xu Yichen to help. As it should, not helping is ungrateful.

Xu Yichen was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "I have been responsible for all your expenses these years, and I have to take care of even the marriage. Huanyu is almost thirty, can't you learn to be self-reliant?"

"Yichen, your salary for making a movie is probably enough for us to live for the rest of our lives. To you, this amount of money is nothing but a drop in the bucket. We are related by blood. You don't want to help me with this job. If you do this, you really have no conscience. "Auntie is not like her husband, her words were stinging, accusing Xu Yichen of not even wanting to do a little charity.

Xu Yichen smiled instead of anger, and whispered in He Wanmo's ear: "I let you watch the joke, fortunately your Cantonese is not very good, we will go back right away."

He Wanmo felt wronged for Xu Yichen, she had been controlling her emotions, afraid she couldn't help but say it, an outsider like her, couldn't be angry with the aggressiveness of this group of people, I don't know how much kindness they have to Xu Yichen, what they ask for is so reasonable should.

Xu Yichen asked Gu Zhengjiang to go to the car to get the check book. After Gu Zhengjiang got it back, he wrote the check and put it on the table. He didn't even move his chopsticks during the dinner party between relatives and friends. For a long time, he has always been like this. Walk.

"This is simply a Hongmen banquet. I don't know how much kindness you have received from them, and you just opened your mouth to buy a house in the United States." On the way back, He Wanmo said angrily. The car was very quiet, except for the rustling sound of raindrops falling outside , There are cars passing by from time to time, the lights are projected, and then slowly disappear.

"Why, do you feel sorry for your husband?" Xu Yichen's mood didn't seem to be too affected, it seemed that what happened just now had nothing to do with him, what was left was a piece of paper, and he was already used to their greed.

The name "your husband", such an intimate address, made her heart beat faster, and her little face turned red.

"You old man, how much kindness you have received from them, it seems that everything you do is justified." She blushed, and looked at him with foggy black eyes.

"I remember some people said before that they were my fans. They liked me for a long time, and they didn't even know my past. He Wanmo, what you said before is really not convincing. It got me out. Fake fans are not good at all." It's exposed." Xu Yichen took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, and drove the car with one hand.

He has never received their help, let alone kindness. Xu Yichen debuted very early, and never thought of becoming popular. He entered the entertainment industry just to survive. He was not yet 15 years old at that time, and he remembered it clearly. When he was desperate, he wanted to ask his uncle for help, but he was turned away.

Even if the relatives and friends were like this, Xu Yichen's heart was chilled by his biological parents. They each formed a family and had children. His father had a son, and his mother even gave birth to a pair of twins. The tacit understanding left him alone, and the only pity was to leave him a small house of more than ten square meters in the surrounding village, which was only small enough to accommodate a bed.

(End of this chapter)

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