In the early morning, Yang Fan woke up, but Xia Ruhua was not in his arms.
He immediately got up from the bed, put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.
Although he was not able to be intimate with his wife yesterday, his emotions quickly warmed up. He fell asleep holding his wife's delicate body, which gave him incomparable solidity and stability.
Only when his wife is in his arms can he feel the smell of home.
He walked out of the bedroom and saw that busy figure in the kitchen. If it wasn't Xia Ruhua, who was it?
"Why do you get up so early? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Yang Fan walked to the kitchen, hugged Xia Ruhua's waist from behind, and held her in his arms.
Xia Ruhua felt secretly happy when she saw Yang Fan pressing against her, but she still struggled to push Yang Fan away.
"How old are you to still be clingy? Isn't it embarrassing?"
"Hurry out and don't delay me from making breakfast."
"Hey, no breakfast is as good as yours."
Yang Fan chuckled and said some earthy love words.
Xia Ruhua glared at Yang Fan angrily, and then continued to make breakfast.
Yang Fan did not disturb Xia Ruhua. He happily walked to the dining table and sat down. He took out his mobile phone and continued to read the new script written by Yang Qingmeng. He only saw the fourth episode yesterday and has not read on.
This is a large-scale historical conspiracy drama with fifty episodes.
It can be said to be majestic, with many exciting plots and full of tension.
While he was reading the script, he raised his head from time to time and looked at his wife who was busy in the kitchen.
When I came back, it seemed like everything was back.
The couple returned to their previous rhythm.
Before he was imprisoned, he and Xia Ruhua lived like this most of the time. Although they were dull, they were also happy.
Today, he felt this tenderness again.
Yang Fan read the script for about ten minutes and then saw Xia Ruhua walking out of the kitchen with breakfast.
"It's time to eat, go wash your hands."
Xia Ruhua put the fried eggs and rice porridge on the dining table, and then urged Yang Fan to wash his hands.
Yang Fan put down his cell phone, then walked to the bathroom, washed his face and hands.
Sitting back at the dining table, Yang Fan counted the breakfast items. It was for two people, not for three people as before.
"Your godbrother Tian Xin won't come to eat today?"
Yang Fan spoke with a smile on his face and teased Xia Ruhua.
He has now regained his sanity and is no longer as angry and petty as before.
Especially after hearing that Tian Xin saved his wife, who might have been hit by a car if it weren't for him, he no longer had any prejudice against the college student.
Besides, an ordinary college student is not worthy of Xia Ruhua's liking.
Xia Ruhua doesn't like men younger than her, let alone a child who has just entered college.
If we really analyze it, the risk factors of Xu Ning and Zhao Mingyao are much higher than Tian Xin.
When I think about Zhao Mingyao going to take care of his wife from time to time when she is sick, I feel particularly uncomfortable.
He didn't even know what happened while Zhao Mingyao was taking care of his wife.
But with full trust in his wife, he doesn't think about messy things.
Thinking of your wife as a wanton woman is firstly disrespectful to her, and secondly disrespectful to yourself.
"Humph, do you still have the nerve to say it?"
"Last time I came here, your nose was not a nose and your face was not a face. That droopy face was longer than a donkey's face. That means Tian Xin doesn't have the same level of knowledge as you."
When Xia Ruhua saw Yang Fan taking the initiative to mention her godbrother, she couldn't help but pull her chin with her hand and describe Yang Fan's previous performance.
It's rare to see such an eccentric side of Xia Ruhua. Most of the time, her wife is intellectual and calm.
"Yes, yes, it's my fault."
Yang Fan did not quarrel with Xia Ruhua. It was not worth it for this little thing.
He picked up a fried egg and took a bite.
It still tastes the same as before, and my wife's craftsmanship remains unchanged.
"Eat more, I've fried two more eggs for you this time."
Xia Ruhua picked up the fried eggs and put them in Yang Fan's bowl.
Yang Fan nodded quickly and continued eating without saying anything.
Different from the last breakfast atmosphere, today's breakfast atmosphere is very warm and harmonious, with a taste of home.
"Husband, when it comes to Tian Xin, I am shocked."
Xia Ruhua said while drinking rice porridge.
Yang Fan raised his head, glanced at Xia Ruhua, and asked in surprise: "Tian Xin, what's so shocking? What's wrong with him?"
His wife's words were a bit confusing and he didn't quite understand.
Xia Ruhua did not answer Yang Fan immediately, but recalled what Tian Xin said to her at breakfast a few days ago, including Tian Xin's background.
It can be said that she was shocked. She never thought that the second generation rich man was by her side, and she even recognized him as her godbrother.
"Do you know who Tian Xin's father is?"
Xia Ruhua still looked surprised and looked at Yang Fan with wide eyes.
Even now, she still feels a little unreal.
She is just a low-level commoner. Although she is a white-collar worker in an investment company, she is still an ordinary person.
So she simply couldn't imagine that there would be a son of a billionaire group boss by her side, whom she recognized as her younger brother.
"Who?"
Yang Fan ate one fried egg, picked up another fried egg, and took a big bite.
"Tian Hailong, the chairman of our Jianghai Foreign Trade Group!"
"Tian Xin is Tian Hailong's only son."
Xia Ruhua spoke excitedly.
This kind of excitement is as if she is Tian Hailong's daughter.
"Ahem..."
After Yang Fan heard Xia Ruhua's words, he coughed violently.
After hearing about Tian Xin's family, he was so shocked that he choked without paying attention.
"What did you say? Tian Xin is Tian Hailong's son?"
Yang Fan's face was also full of shock, and he still couldn't believe his ears.
"Yes, he is still an only child."
Xia Ruhua nodded excitedly towards Yang Fan.
Yang Fan suddenly fell silent. He had never thought that Tian Xin was actually a rich second generation. Moreover, this was not a small rich second generation, but a real rich second generation.
Tian Xin's father, Tian Hailong, was one of the ten richest people in Jianghai City ten years ago.
Of course, they are not that powerful now. There are now more than ten businessmen in Jianghai City with a net worth of tens of billions.
But no matter what, Tian Hailong's son can really be said to be a truly rich second generation, and he is not short of money at all.
"Sure enough, people are different."
Yang Fan's surprise soon passed, and he said nothing except sighing.
He continued to eat with his head down.
No matter whose son Tian Xin is or whose father Tian Hailong is, it has nothing to do with him.
There are so many rich people, and it has nothing to do with me.
"Stop thinking about it and keep eating."
"They have their circumstances, and we have ours."
"Sooner or later, I will be able to earn a million a month and become the best screenwriter."
"This is my ideal!"
Yang Fan talked about his heroic ambitions.
For ordinary people, earning one million a year is an incredible amount.
But for big shots, even if they earn a million a month, they still fall into the category of poor people.
When Xia Ruhua heard this, she just shook her head and smiled, but did not speak.
But she sighed in her heart, so what if she made a million a year?
In front of Tian Xin, he should still be poor.
Moreover, she has no hope at all whether Yang Fan can earn a million a month.
If money were so easy to make, there would be no poor people in the world.
In the screenwriting industry, it is extremely rare to achieve a monthly income of one million or an annual income of tens of millions.
Even Yang Qingmeng, a talented girl screenwriter, couldn't do it.
"I'm done eating. It's time for me to go to work."
Xia Ruhua wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood up and put on her coat.
"I'll take you downstairs."
Yang Fan immediately stood up and sent Xia Ruhua downstairs.
This time, there was no man in the wife's BMW x3 car, only herself.
As he watched the BMW slowly drive away, the smile on Yang Fan's face gradually disappeared and he let out a long sigh.
I no longer have a job, but I finally became the security captain of Xinlong Media, only to be fired in frustration.
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.
"Hey, Mr. Yang Fan, is that you?"
Just when Yang Fan was about to go back upstairs, a voice came from behind.
He turned around and looked over, and saw a courier standing behind him, holding a package in his hand.
"It's me, what are you?"
Yang Fan glanced at him and asked in surprise.
"You have a courier, please sign for it!"
The courier handed the package to Yang Fan and said with an apology on his face: "You happen to be downstairs, so I don't have to deliver it to your home."
"Sign here!"
Yang Fan frowned and was a little confused, but still signed his name.
The courier turned around and left. Yang Fan held the package, which was neither big nor small, and returned upstairs.
"What is this? I haven't shopped online before?"
"Is it my wife's thing? No, she won't let me sign for her express delivery."
Yang Fan shook his head. In such confusion, he opened the express delivery.
Remove the outer black plastic bag, and there is a cardboard box inside. The box is a bit rough.
It's not like products purchased online, because the products are not packaged in such rough boxes.
He frowned and slowly opened the box.
"This...is this?"
Yang Fan felt his breathing stagnant for a moment and stared at the contents of the box.
Gradually, his breathing became rapid and his anger grew wildly.