Yang Yilin and his parents found sun Zhenzhen's mother and daughter.
Thanks to the little video that Mrs. Mo happily forwarded.
That little video is not a common little video, and was written by the master of the small video link.
As long as sun Zhenzhen clicks on this video, they can immediately locate their specific location.
Therefore, the three members of Yang Yilin's family got off the car and were immediately picked up by the man sent by Mo yanjue.
"Mr. Yang, we have determined the specific location of Miss Sun and her children. Shall we go now?"
Hearing this from Mo yanjue's people, Yang Yilin's face, who had lost his soul all the way, finally had some different expressions, "are you sure?"
"No mistake, Yang Shao."
Yang Chengwen glared at his son, but he didn't have a good airway: "now I know I'm in a hurry. Why did I go there early?"
"I..." Yang Yilin was scolded and said nothing. It's really his father. He scolded him all the way on the plane and didn't stop talking. Now, he would catch a chance and get in the stitches just in case he felt better.
"Don't take your breath away. The main question now is to think about it. How can you explain it to miss sun?" Yang's mother got a headache from their quarrel.
"My mother is right. Try to find a way." Yang Yilin scratched his head and was disheartened.
In front of parents, no matter how old they are, they are just children, easy to rely on, easy to show the fragile side.
"Now that I know I'm in a hurry, why don't I take my mother and daughter home earlier? If it wasn't for your cousin to say that you were going to hide something from us, when would it be? When I grow up, my wings are hard. I don't think we can control you, can we? " Yang Cheng's style of writing is different.
"All right!" Yang's mother really can't stand it. "Now is not the time to complain. Your daughter-in-law and granddaughter are living in exile. You have the heart to be a grandfather?"
In a word, Yang Chengwen choked, coughed and sighed, turned his face to one side, and didn't want to see Yang Yilin.
I don't know what he did in his last life. He will have such a ancestor in this life!
The car soon stopped in a courtyard in the suburb, and Mo yanjue's men pointed to the house not far away from the yangjiasan. "Miss Sun and her children live in this courtyard."
"Well, we know." The first response was Yang Mu, who stared at the courtyard door calmly and began to figure out what to say in her mind.
"Mom..."
seeing the distance between the beloved woman and her daughter, Yang Yilin was confused. He was afraid that sun Zhenzhen would not even open the door when he saw him, let alone ask for forgiveness.
"Shut up! You give me a good introspection in the car, Lao Yang, you get out of the car with me to have a look. "
In the end, the misfortune caused by their own son should be solved by their parents. As the old saying goes, it's better to raise a father than to raise one. Their parents have responsibilities that cannot be shirked.
Big bags and small bags from the car to buy gifts for their mother and daughter, the couple walked towards the courtyard.
The doorbell rang, and soon there was a sound inside.
The old two looked at each other, not in a mood to avoid some tension.
When the door opened, sun Zhenzhen, with his short hair cut, appeared at the door in a black leisure suit. Seeing the man outside, he was shocked: "who are you looking for, please?"
"Miss Sun Zhenzhen, isn't she?" Yang asked with a smile, trying to give her daughter-in-law a good impression.
Sun Zhenzhen nodded, "it's me."
"We are the parents of Yang Yilin's son"