Evil husband, you stand in my way!

Chapter 337

He stretched out his hand to caress his cheek, covering up the bitterness in his heart, and said softly: "Yufei, what do you want me to do? What should I do?"

Sleepless all night, the next day happened to be New Year's Eve, the company had already started the annual holiday, and he didn't have to go to work, Shen Jingteng took cold water and washed his face indiscriminately, and pushed open the door of the room with big dark circles under his eyes, just in time Shen Yizhi came from the outside walked in.

He forced a smile and said softly, "Dad."

Shen Yizhi couldn't help being surprised when he saw his son's appearance, "How did you make it look like this?" This son, who has paid the most attention to his own image since he was a child, is really eye-opening for him to be so depressed now.

Shen Jingteng smiled hard, and said lightly: "I didn't have a good rest last night, so it became like this."

However, there was a trace of sadness hidden in his smile that was not easy to be noticed, Shen Yizhi couldn't help but look at his son more, his eyes thoughtful.

The servants at home were busy in and out, posting couplets and placing New Year's goods. Looking out from the glass windows, other people's villas were also full of lively scenes.

It's just that such a scene in Shen Jingteng's eyes made his loneliness even more. Thinking of the woman he loved so much, a faint pain rose in his heart.

He thought about it for a long time yesterday, but he still didn't figure out whether he should let go of this relationship or continue to hold on.

Shen Yizhi patted his son on the shoulder lightly, and gave him an encouraging look.

"What's wrong with you? Let's see if Dad can help you solve it." After all, it's his own son, and he always feels distressed.

Shen Jingteng smiled, shook his head, "No need."

The emotional matter is just a matter between two people. It would be nice if it could be resolved so easily, but it can't.

"Let's have breakfast first." Shen Yizhi no longer insisted, looked at his son lovingly, and said softly.

While talking, the servant had already brought the steaming dumplings to the table, and the aroma was wafting.

Time flies so fast, and it's Chinese New Year again.

Shen Jingteng was slightly lost in thought. At this time last year, Yu Fei hadn't come back yet, and this year is not over yet, he has already had a relationship with Yu Fei and broke up.

Just thinking about it, a small body rushed down from upstairs, quickly climbed onto the chair in front of the dining table, rolled a pair of big eyes, looked at the dumplings on the table, showing a salivating expression.

"Ze Ze!" Shen Yizhi looked at his grandson and called out lovingly.

Shen Haoze obediently said loudly to Shen Yizhi: "Grandpa, Happy New Year. Uncle, Happy New Year."

"Good boy!" Shen Yizhi took out a red envelope with a smile, and handed it to Shen Haoze's hand, Shen Haoze thanked him obediently.

Shen Jingteng withdrew his mind, smiled at Shen Haoze, touched the little black head, and took out a red envelope and handed it to him.

Zeze took the red envelope, thanked him with a smile, looked at the dumplings, and said childishly, "Uncle, I want to eat dumplings."

Immediately after speaking, a servant served a bowl of dumplings and placed it in front of Shen Haoze's eyes. Shen Jingteng touched his head lovingly, and said softly, "Eat it."

Olan Lan walked down the stairs calmly, and saw the young and old people sitting in front of the dining table, with obviously a little unnatural expressions on their faces.

"Grandma, come over to eat dumplings." Seeing Ou Lanlan's embarrassment with sharp eyes, Shen Haoze shouted crisply.

Shen Yizhi also took a look at her, and said in a neutral tone, "Come over and have breakfast."

"Thank you."

Ou Lanlan sat down in front of the dining table and said softly, the two of them were as polite as strangers who couldn't be strangers.

The four of them ate the dumplings in silence, and Shen Haoze suddenly said, "Uncle, didn't you say you want Aunt Qian to become my mother? Why didn't she come to our house for the New Year today? I miss Aunt Qian so much."

The chopsticks in Shen Jingteng's hand paused, and Ou Lanlan's face showed a little unnaturalness. She still remembered what happened yesterday, and she was really embarrassed when thinking about it at this moment.

"Good boy! Aunt Qian also wants to accompany her family, so she won't come over." Shen Jingteng resisted the suffocating pain in his heart, and said softly.

"Then when will she come?" Zeze asked persistently, rolling his big eyes.

Shen Jingteng touched his grandson's head, with a bitter smile on his lips, "Zeze is good, eat the dumplings first, I will call her later."

After speaking, she glanced in Ou Lanlan's direction. Ou Lanlan's face was pale, her fingers trembled slightly, and she could hardly hold the chopsticks in her hand.

Shen Yizhi glanced at his son and wife, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

A meal was extremely embarrassing.

The Song family was bustling with excitement.

Early in the morning, Qian Yufei had already rushed to the hospital, and after asking the doctor clearly about what the doctor should pay attention to, she took Liu Zhihui home.

No matter what, spending the New Year in the hospital is always an uncomfortable thing.

"Mom, what kind of dumplings do you want to eat?" Qian Yufei poked her head out of the kitchen and asked with a smile.

"The cabbage must be stuck." Liu Zhihui looked at her daughter who couldn't hide her joy, and couldn't help but smile.

It's good that she's still alive.

Seeing the harmonious appearance of the whole family, her heart was filled with deep happiness.

Involuntarily looking at her husband sitting next to her, she gently stretched out her hand, "Thank you for giving me such a beautiful home."

Song Haibo embraced his wife and said softly, "I should thank you."

The two couples who have supported each other for so many years have happy smiles on their faces.

Qian Yufei was helping the servants make dumplings together in the kitchen, when a gentle voice sounded behind him: "Do you need my help?"

Song Yuyun stared at her quietly with a refined smile on her face.

Qian Yufei's hands were covered with white flour, and she waved her hands, "No need, we can get busy."

Just after saying this, the phone rang, she dropped the dumpling wrapper in her hand, took out the phone, "Hello."

"Yu Fei, happy faith!" Xiao Ruofeng's clear and watery voice rang on the other end of the phone.

Unknowingly, the corners of Qian Yufei's lips rose slightly, forming an arc that even she didn't know, and her voice became softer and softer, "Well, Happy New Year."

Through the radio waves, she clearly heard Xiao Ruofeng's shallow breathing, and her heart suddenly softened.

(End of this chapter)