Han Yu was crying and came out with Han Jing's car. She leaned against the window with her forehead, and she was already crying a little weak.

She used to be proud of it and thought it was the most indestructible safe haven in her life, but now she has become the executioner with the sharpest blade.

And this sharpest knife was also cut on her husband by her beloved family.

Han Yu knew what Feng Yang did.

But her heart is made of flesh, and she cannot be as cold as the Han family, and can "destroy relatives for justice."

This is a contradiction that can never be reconciled.

Han Yu touched his tears, and the rain flowed down the car window, as if a layer of flowing film was pasted on the car window.

She raised her eyes slightly and saw the car driving out of the east gate of No. 15.

The scene outside the window is shady and unreal.

The car turned around and walked for more than ten meters, she vaguely saw a woman holding an umbrella passing by the car.

Han Yu couldn't see the person outside the window clearly, and he had some sad thoughts in his heart.

That was probably a silly woman like her.

If you don’t find a place to hide from the rain on heavy rain, you have to be wet with heavy rain, and Yu Yu walks alone.

***

During lunch.

The whole family sat around the table.

Han Ze, who was drunk last night and rested for a night, dragged his tired body downstairs.

After Han Chi left in the morning, Han Qi and Han decided to go to the door.

I didn't come back until lunch.

Han Ju and his wife who originally said they were going back today did not come back either. After all, their grandchildren are still in the hospital and are grandparents. How can they rest assured?

Han Hongde looked at the dining table and asked Ai Zhiyin: "Where is Han Jiren?"

Ai Zhiyin: "I feel uncomfortable and am asleep. Grandpa, you eat, don't worry about him."

Han Hongde asked: "Why are you still angry because of Feng Yang's affairs?"

Ai Zhiyin laughed and said, "How is it possible? I feel uncomfortable. I drank too much last night and I still have a headache now."

Han Haoxuan said the truth without hesitation, "Great Grandpa, Dad has no headaches. I just saw him playing games on his mobile phone."

Ai Zhiyin: "..."

He looked at Han Hongde tremblingly. He thought Han Hongde would ask her to call Han Ji, but he didn't expect that, Han Hongde gave up and said nothing, asking everyone to start having dinner.

It probably acquiesced to Han Ji to play "little temper".

After all, Han Hongde is also on Han Ji's side in the Feng Yang incident.

For Han Hongde, a child of the Han family who is bloody and cruel enough has nothing to blame.

In the kitchen.

Ai Zhiyin prepared two meals separately, one for Han Ji and the other for Han Chen.

She was about to find Mrs. Liu to come over to deliver Han Chen's meal to him.

As soon as I left the kitchen door, I met Han Jue head-on.

Ai Zhiyin was a little stunned, "What is missing?"

She thought Han Jue had just come to the kitchen because he had something missing during dinner.

But Han Jue said, "I'll go and send Han Chen's meal. I haven't seen him for a long time. I happened to have time today. I'll say a few words to him. When I came back last night, he had already rested."

Ai Zhiyin smiled: "It just so happens that I don't need to call Mrs. Liu anymore. Here, you can bring it up."

She pointed to the dining plate on the island.

Han Jue and her took one and went upstairs one by one.

Although Han Jue doesn't talk much on weekdays, he also has questions and answers. Both of them are people with good personalities and will exchange greetings when they meet.

Han Jue has a very emotional intelligence and will praise some of the dishes prepared by Ai Zhiyin and taste very good.

Ai Zhiyin would also say that he could tell her what he wanted to eat, and he would prepare when he came back.

When they arrived at the third floor, the two of them happened to say that the fresh sand ginger-fried pork belly that Ai Zhiyin prepared today tasted very good. Han Jue said that he hadn't eaten this kind of home-cooked side dish for a long time.

Ai Zhiyin said: "There is also a kitchen, you can pack it and take it away when you go back."

Han Ji came out of Han Haoxuan's room and looked up and saw Han Jue and Ai Zhiyin talking at the stairs.

The two seemed to be talking and laughing.

When Ai Zhiyin and Han Jue were talking, their smiles were stronger than when they were with him.

"Second brother," Han Jue saw Han Ji walking not far away and asked, "Are you in good health?"

"It's pretty good," Han Ji said, walking to Ai Zhiyin and taking the plate in his hand.

Han Jue smiled, "I'll go up and deliver food to Han Chen."

Han Ji also smiled and said, "Go and chat with him for a few more words. He has grown hair when he is alone."

"Yes," Han Juezhe put on the floor.

Ai Zhiyin looked at Han Jue walking away, glanced at him, and said, "Why did you go to Haoxuan's room? You didn't sleep in his bed, right? Otherwise, I would have to change the sheets."

Han Ji frowned: "Why does this kid dislike me so much?"

Ai Zhiyin: "I'll ask another day."

Han Ji: "Where are others?"

Ai Zhiyin: "Where are you having dinner downstairs?"

Han Ji: "I'll bring it to him later and ask him personally."

Ai Zhiyin said: "You'd better stop. I told my grandfather, you have a headache and you appeared downstairs safely in the blink of an eye. What's the matter?"

Han Ji: "…"

Ai Zhiyin stared at him and asked curiously: "Why don't you go down to have a meal?"

Han Ji: "It's nothing. I just don't want to go down. I'm hungry after having dinner."

Ai Zhiyin: "You eat it."

Han Ji grabbed Ai Zhiyin who was about to turn around, "Where are you going?"

Ai Zhiyin: "You have food to eat, but I haven't eaten yet. Of course, I'm going to eat."

"Don't go down," Han Ji turned around and grabbed Ai Zhiyin's hand and pulled her to Han Haoxuan's room.

Ai Zhiyin was resisting on the way, but she didn't have much strength. "Haoxuan is still down there. He is very picky about food recently, so I have to look at him."

"Open the door." Han Ji ignored Ai Zhiyin's words.

Seeing that it was inconvenient for him to hold the dining plate with his other hand, Ai Zhiyin cooperated to open the door.

Han Ji shook his lightly and pushed Ai Zhiyin into the house. He then came in and closed the door directly.

"What are you doing?"

"Have a meal."

"You eat it, what are you dragging me to do?"

"Accompany me."

He placed the dining plate on Han Haoxuan's desk.

Ai Zhiyin felt awkward and said, "Han Haoxuan is still here..."

"What's wrong with him picking food once?"

“…”

"sit."

Han Ji pulled Han Haoxuan's chair and pointed.

Ai Zhiyin frowned and looked at him, "What do you want?"

Han Ji leaned over, supported the back of the chair with one hand and the edge of the table with the other, circled her front, and smiled, "I said, let's have dinner together."

Ai Zhiyin was upset by him.

"Grandpa asks what to do after a while?"

"You said you had eaten upstairs with me."

“…”

Han Ji sat by the bed, sitting in a scattered position, with his back tilted, his hands behind him, his eyes staring at Ai Zhiyin, and he urged, "Eat quickly."

Ai Zhiyin: "There is only one set of tableware, I'll go down and get another set."

She said as she was about to get up, Han Ji quickly stood up and blocked her way.

"What do you want to do? It's weird," Ai Zhiyin was a little annoyed by him.

"Why can't you eat a set of tableware?" Han Ji asked in a hurry: "You eat it first, I'll eat it after you finish it, can't you?"

Ai Zhiyin was a little disgusted, "There is no need to do it, both of them are. Their home is not bad for this set of tableware."

"Dislike me?"

"Where?"

"It's okay to dislike me. You eat first, I won't dislike you."
Chapter completed!