Zifeng finished her meal in a few seconds and put down her chopsticks.
"I'm full and I'm going to rest."
After saying this to Yan Ye, she stood up and left the restaurant.
Returning to the house where her mother once lived, there was no longer the smell of her mother in the house, but the smell of another woman, which made Zifeng frown.
Opening the window, she allowed the air to flow into the house, taking away the smell that made her feel uncomfortable.
"Mom, I'm back!"
Standing by the window, looking at the swing in the courtyard, Zifeng said.
I recall that when I was little, my mother always held her on the swing and rocked her gently.
She hasn't been back here for a long time, and she hasn't thought of many things about her mother for a long time.,
Maybe it was because I was too young at that time, or maybe I lived in a place where I didn’t have memories of my mother.
When she came back here, she felt like her head was filled with memories of her mother.
However, the wedding photo on the bedside was so dazzling that she tore it off in excitement.
What should have been hanging here was the wedding photo of my mother and that man, not that man and that damn woman.
"Miss..."
As soon as Aunt Ding entered the house, she saw Zifeng throwing Yan Ye's wedding photo to the ground, and she screamed.
"Aunt Ding, find someone to throw everything out of this house for me."
I'm tired of looking at it, let this damn thing go! "Yes, yes,"
Aunt Ding responded and called someone to clean up everything in the master bedroom and replace it with new ones.
Yan Ye returned to his study and slept in the small room in the study.
Yan Lixue and her daughter slept in Aunt Ding's room, which was very small and uncomfortable.
There was nothing they could do, they didn't dare to provoke Zifeng.
When she went to bed late, Zifeng took out her mobile phone and dialed the familiar phone number in her mind.
There was no answer for a long time, and she hung up in frustration.
Looking at her phone, she reluctantly put it on the bedside table, looked at it with nostalgia and got into bed.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, her cell phone rang.
She stood up suddenly and answered the phone, feeling a little excited.
"Yuxiang..."
By default, she called the name deep in her heart.
"Xiao Feng..."
But what came over the phone was not Lin Yuxiang's voice, but Lan Xinyan's.
"Mother?"
Zifeng didn't expect that it was Lan Xinyan who called her, and she was a little surprised.