So, Han Xiangyang's mood was extremely complicated at this time. He seemed to know what tomorrow would be like, but he didn't seem to know.
On the way home, he took out his cell phone and opened the news.
The news of Yin Lihua, president of r-alan Group, was on the headlines, and all his crimes have been released, and the case has been filed for investigation.
A large number of people in the comment section find it exciting.
"A God will accept this guy who harms others and yourself sooner or later!"
"How many families have harmed you? Don't you have nightmares at night?"
"It's so great! I heard that he killed his last wife. When his wife knew his secret, he killed someone and silenced him."
"Happy, sentence to death, execute it now!"
"This kind of person is not dead yet, it is simply untolerable!"
Most of the comments are like this. Han Xiangyang flipped over, pulled the corners of his lips speechlessly, and then exited the news page.
The car quickly parked in the yard in front of the villa, and he quickly came back to his senses.
Before getting off the bus, I noticed another car parked in front of me, and Mo Fan came.
Han Xiangyang calmed down and walked into the living room with a gentle expression after getting off the car.
"Dad is back?" Jiamei was very happy. "I'm going to have dinner soon and I'm going to call you!"
"Hello uncle." Mr. Mo Fan was polite.
Han Xiangyang walked towards them with a smile, "It's over." He took off his suit jacket, Sister Mei took it from him and hung it up.
Then he asked, "How is your stomach like Jiamei? Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." Han Jiamei pulled his arm and whispered, "Don't ask, mom doesn't know, I don't want her to worry."
What a sensible girl.
"Let's have a meal first, we'll have to go back to Jiacheng later."
"Do you go see Mu Xin?"
"Uh-huh."
The sunset in the sky is like a poem and a painting, which makes people feel refreshed.
The busyness in the kitchen is coming to an end.
The dining table was filled with all kinds of delicious dishes. Mo Fan sat down next to Jiamei, and Han Xiangyang and Peiying also took the seat.
"Jiamei, Mo Fan, you can drink some white fish soup. This one has been boiled for three hours and the taste has come out and it is very nutritious."
As he said that, Peiying took the spoon and the bowl and scooped a bowl for them.
"Thank you mom."
"Thank you aunt."
This smells very fragrant. Han Xiangyang used to like drinking it the most, but today he has no appetite.
Peiying was careful and noticed that he was different from before.
But I didn't ask anything in front of the children, after all, it was a job.
"Come on, Lao Han, you can drink a bowl too." Peiying smiled and carefully served him.
Han Xiangyang came back to his senses, "...Okay."
During the meal, he didn't speak much, but Peiying spoke a lot, and the topic was inseparable from his daughter's wedding.
Mo Fan was very calm, his answer was very straightforward and responsible.
Jiamei was having a meal with a happy smile on her face.
Seeing this, Peiying seemed to think of herself when she was young. What a wonderful thing it was to be able to marry love.
"I wish you happiness." Peiying couldn't help but say.
After drinking the soup, Jiamei looked up at her parents, "Just as happy as mom and dad!"
After hearing this, Han Xiangyang smiled, but his heart was a little bitter.
Peiying turned her eyes shyly and looked at him, "It's really a happy thing to follow your father. After so many years of support, I feel like I've seen the day when I grow old together."
A hint of pain came across Han Xiangyang's heart, but I'm afraid... it will disappoint you.