Jiang Yue paused for a long time after hearing the words, then straightened up and leaned back on the chair, his eyes covering Yang Fan beside him, with a faint smile on his lips, "I don't have a girlfriend."
Mother Yang was very surprised, "Mr. Jiang seems to be over thirty years old. He doesn't have a girlfriend yet?"
"Yeah, never."
"That shouldn't be the case. Mr. Jiang is handsome, young and promising. There must be a lot of girls chasing you. Don't you like one?"
Jiang Yue smiled inexplicably, "I do have a sweetheart."
"Oh, if you have a sweetheart but haven't confirmed the relationship yet, the girl that Mr. Jiang can take the initiative to pursue must be a virtuous, virtuous, well-versed daughter from a famous family."
Jiang Yue glanced at Yang Fan. His head was buried low, his eyes staring at the tangled fingers, as if he was ashamed to hear these words. The tips of his pink ears were so red and transparent that you could even see the small blood vessels inside.
Gee, what a thin-skinned, silly boy.
Jiang Yue withdrew his gaze without any trace, "It's either a daughter of some family, or a child of an ordinary family."
Mother Yang chatted, "You are a child from an ordinary family. Do your family members agree?"
"I'll try to get them to agree."
"You can do your mother's ideological work. Generally, mothers tend to be soft-hearted and care about their sons more than fathers. If you can get your mother's support, you and your mother can work together to find a way to make your father accept other girls. This matter is basically It’s done.”
Mother Yang gave Jiang Yue advice out of good intentions.
Jiang Yue waited for her to finish speaking and said calmly, "Auntie, I don't have a mother."
Mother Yang was stunned when she heard this, and even Yang Fan beside her was stunned.
Since I met Jiang Yue, I have never heard him mention his family. Only once or twice, I heard him standing on the balcony talking to his family on the phone. Jiang Yue's tone and attitude were very bad, and he guessed that he did not have a good relationship with his family.
According to gossip from people in the company, Jiang Yue was kicked out by his father. He lived in his own house and opened a company in partnership with Gu Zhiyin. He did not rely on support from his family. He did not often interact with relatives at home. Yang Fan rarely saw him during Chinese New Year and holidays. Take a trip home.
Only today did he know that Jiang Yue had no mother. Was he dead?
"Sorry, I didn't know your mother..." Mother Yang didn't finish her sentence and looked at him apologetically.
"It's okay, I don't mind." Jiang Yue's expression did not change, still smiling.
"My mother died young, not even two years after giving birth to me. My father was a soldier and never married again. I have no memory of the time I was two years old. I have never experienced the feeling of having my mother by my side. So even if my mother dies, I have nothing to feel sad about.”
He spoke calmly, and Yang Fan was very surprised that he would talk about this in front of them. With his character of saving face, he never mentioned household matters in front of outsiders.
Mother Yang was very moved. After all, she was a mother. If her child said such words, she would feel distressed.
"Auntie, you are so kind to Yang Fan. To be honest, I envy him." Jiang Yue held the water glass and his voice was slightly hoarse.
Mother Yang leaned on the bedside, glanced at Yang Fan, and smiled sheepishly, "What do you envy him for? He also asks you to take care of him more. If there is anything you don't understand at work, please give me some advice."
"This is what it should be, but auntie, I have an uninvited request."
"you say."
Jiang Yue started to get down to the topic, "I don't know why, but chatting with you makes me feel very cordial. It feels like I'm in front of my own mother. I couldn't help but tell you so much..."
He paused and looked at Mother Yang sincerely, "Auntie, can I adopt you as my godmother?"
Mother Yang was stunned, "This..."
"If you think it's inappropriate, just pretend I didn't say it." Jiang Yue smiled relaxedly and looked away.
"No, no, Mr. Jiang, you have a distinguished status. I'm afraid..."
"It doesn't matter!" Jiang Yue interrupted hurriedly, grabbing Mother Yang's hand, "There is no such thing as identity or identity. I have never felt maternal love. I think you are very much like my mother. I also want to call you... No , I also want to honor you with Yang Fan."
Mother Yang was confused by Jiang Yue's enthusiasm. Jiang Yue seemed to suddenly realize what he had done, and let go of Mother Yang's hand with a slight embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I was impulsive. You and the woman holding me in the photo It’s so similar, that’s the only photo my mother left me.”
After hearing this, Mother Yang's heart twisted and she held Jiang Yue's cool and white hand, "If you don't dislike it, I will recognize you as my godson."
Jiang Yue raised his head excitedly, smiled and shouted, "Mom."
"Why!"
Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, no, are you recognizing your mother now?
What was the topic at the beginning? It seems like we are talking about Wen Ruan, right?
He was also worried that the man was jealous.
Why did you go so far and call each other mom at once?
Don’t you recognize your godmother?
Is there a difference between a godmother and a biological mother?
Was the word "gan" eaten by this man?
Just "Mom"?
The point is, does he still deserve to be so straightforward?
Yang Fan only felt that it was outrageous. The topic between you two had gone too far!
From the time when he and Wen Ruan were about to get married, to the tear-jerking family relationship, and then to the recognition scene!
Jiang Yue really contributed a lot, and Yang Fan had to admire him. No wonder Gu Zhiyin trusted him to take care of the company.
There was a faint feeling of moisture in the corner of Yang's mother's eyes. This child has not had a mother since he was a child, and has not been close to his family. It must have been difficult for him to work hard outside and become the leader of such a large multinational company these years.
"Xiao Jiang, you must have been working very hard these years."
"Fortunately, when I couldn't bear it anymore, I would go to my mother's cemetery, carry two bottles of wine, and chat with her."
"Where's your dad? He doesn't care about you?"
"He, forget it, you can start a quarrel even if you say even half a word to him."
The more Jiang said, the more distressed Mother Yang became.
As a mother who also has a son, she can naturally understand this feeling. Although the Yang family is just a small family and she divorced Yang Fan's father, her love for Yang Fan is not less.
Yang's mother took Jiang Yue's hand and patted the back of his hand lovingly, "From now on, Xiaofan and I will often come to our house to play. If you have any questions, you can complain to your godmother. Don't keep it in your heart. Although your godmother can't help you. , but if you tell your godmother, you will always feel better."
Jiang Yue smiled and said, "Mom, you are so kind."
We chatted with Yang's mother until ten o'clock. It was time for her to rest. Yang's mother asked Yang Fan to settle down in Jiangyue. She could do it alone here.
Yang's mother was only hospitalized to recuperate her health and did not need to stay overnight. In order to make her stay more comfortable, Jiang Yue moved her to a high-end ward.
After getting out of the elevator, Yang Fan couldn't hold it back, "Mr. Jiang is really awesome. Come to the hospital and call mom directly."
Jiang Yue stood tall and straight, raised his chin slightly and hummed softly, "Sooner or later, we will have to scream. Let our mother get used to it in advance."
After saying that, he reached out to hold Yang Fan's back.
"This is outside, can you be careful?" Yang Fan avoided it and gave him a warning look, "You had planned it well in advance before coming to the hospital, right?"
It’s about buying gifts and playing emotional cards. I guess what I’m going to say has all been thought out in my head.
"I'm not going to lie to you, the last time I came to the hospital, I wanted my mother to recognize me."
"Don't worry about our mother. Are we familiar with you?"
Yang Fan rolled his eyes, dropped him and left.
Jiang Yue raised his foot to chase after him. The car parked on the roadside honked its horn. He waved to the driver and asked him to wait at the hospital gate.
He quickly caught up with Yang Fan and deliberately leaned against him.
Yang Fan was pushed to the bushes on the roadside by him, "Are you sick? The road is so wide and there is no place for you to walk? Are you squeezing on top of me?"
"Who told you not to hug me? Squeeze to keep me warm!"
Yang Fan rolled his eyes in anger and cursed secretly, "Don't get crazy."
"To be honest, you are so warm, I just like being next to you."
