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Chapter 22 The Wen Family

Jiang Yan refused to get off the car.

Just kidding, she is planning to get a divorce certificate and break up with Wen Lang completely, so what's the point of meeting her parents?

"Yes, senior brother, I have a good impression of you." Jiang Yan did not deny this, "But it's just a good impression! Can you please stop joking!"

Wen Lang stood outside the car door, very calm, "It's enough to have a good impression."

"Not enough!" Jiang Yan waved her hand, "I don't really plan to get married. I just graduated from college and I still have a lot of things I want to do! Getting married after graduation has never been my life plan!"

This has come full circle, what is the difference from the original plan Jiang Hao wanted to impose on her?

"You can do whatever you want." Wen Lang said bluntly, "With me, you are still you."

Jiang Yan still shook her head, feeling that it was too trivial.

Before the two of them could explain anything, a lady walked out of the room with soft eyes, "Xiaolang, why don't you come back and go in?"

Wen Lang turned to one side and called out: "Mom."

Facing her elders, especially Wen Lang's mother, no matter how much she resisted in her heart, Jiang Yan still got out of the passenger seat and called out politely: "Auntie."

Wen Lang's mother looked very young and beautiful, well-maintained, with a look that showed she had never endured hardship, exuding nobility.

Her eyes turned around Jiang Yan, and she said with a smile, "Come in quickly, Xiaolang does things recklessly, I shouldn't have told you in advance when I brought you back."

Jiang Yan's face was red. How could she expect such a visit? She had not prepared anything. Even her clothes were work clothes.

Wen Lang took it naturally and took out the gift box from the trunk, followed his mother and Jiang Yan into the house.

Jiang Yan followed Wen Lang's mother tremblingly, fearing to show her cowardice.

Before Jiang Yan could adjust her mood, she heard the cry of a child.

Wen Lang's mother turned around and said softly: "Sorry, there are children at home, it's a bit rude." After saying that, she quickly went to a bedroom on the first floor.

As she walked forward, Jiang Yan immediately turned around and glared at Wen Lang, and asked Wen Lang in a low but gritted voice: "I know nothing about your family's situation."

Wen Lang felt inexplicably funny when he saw her look. She was just like an obedient cat towards his mother, so she turned around and bared her teeth at him.

A smile appeared on his brows, and it was fleeting.

Before Wen Lang could open his mouth, there was loud shouting in the living room, "You still know how to come back?!"

Jiang Yan was shocked.

Wen Lang's expression also changed, he took a step forward and entered the hall ahead of Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan's scalp was numb, but she still had to follow him. In this villa, the only person she could rely on was him.

Wen Lang walked faster than Jiang Yan. When Jiang Yan followed, he saw the crutch falling on Wen Lang. The sound was so heavy that the sound of flesh and blood could be heard.

She was shocked.

Not only Jiang Yan, but also the lady who had entered the house also rushed out with her child in her arms.

"If you have something to say, why are you hitting your child?"

He spoke too hastily, and the child he was holding in his arms started to cry again.

A little girl who looked to be only three or four years old.

He cried so loudly that his lungs were broken.

Not only did the child cry, but the person who received Wenlang also coughed violently.

For a moment, the people with confused voices were panicking. Jiang Yan was thinking about other people's affairs, and it was hard for her to speak. She could only walk to Wen Lang's mother and stretched out her hand to pick up the child, "Come, let me hold her."

Children should not be involved in conflicts between adults.

Wen Lang's mother could no longer care about anything else and raised her hand to stuff the child into Jiang Yan's arms.

After freeing her hands, Wen Lang's mother immediately assumed the posture of the matron of the house and said in a heavy tone: "You are not satisfied with not having a son, and you still want me to not have a son, right?"


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