The Secretary knew that Han Jianing was already angry, and did not dare to delay at all, so he left in a hurry.

This day, peace and quiet passed, this crazy woman in front of Han Jianing is just an unpleasant interlude, but, Han Jianing did not expect that he would meet that woman again, working late, he thought about the bowl of soup his mother left for himself, ready to go home.

Today, my mother is at LAN's house. I don't know if I have a good time. Han Jianing thinks, walking forward, suddenly a man comes out of nowhere and blocks Han Jianing's way. He is startled and stops.

The man was ragged and had a lot of stains on his long hair. He looked very messy, but he could tell that he was a woman.

"Han Jianing, you are Han Jianing, aren't you?"

The woman's hands trembled, her eyes fixed on him, and she chuckled.

Han Jianing looked at the person in front of her suspiciously, "who are you?"

"Han Jianing, I am your mother, I am your own mother. Jianing. " Feng Yumei has suffered a lot in these days. She did not dare to wait there to find Han Jianing. She did not know whether she could wait for Han Jianing. So when the man appeared and said that he could take her out and let her find her own son, Feng Yumei agreed without hesitation that she would go to see her Her son, no matter what, is her own son. How can he be reconciled without seeing each other.

"Are you crazy?" Han Jianing looked at the man in front of him in a strange way. He thought of the crazy woman who was told by his secretary before. She was dressed in rags and all kinds of characteristics were really the same. "Are you tired of staying in the police station? Why come to me when you come out? Who the hell are you? I don't know you. "

Han Jianing only felt inexplicable that his mother was Wen Luohua. There was no doubt that this kind of lie that no one would believe was ridiculous.

"It's true. What I said is true. Jianing, they haven't told you yet. I'm your biological mother. The one in your family is not. I didn't find you easily, Jiangning. I'm your mother. " When Feng Yumei saw Han Jianing, she was very happy. Her eyes were moist, and she could not help falling into tears. That was her son. She didn't have to be too poor at all. She also owned such a large company, which was very impressive.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I know who my mother is. How can it be you? What kind of baby is wrong? Do you think this is a TV play? Please leave here immediately. I won't give you any money. If you don't leave, I'll call the police. "

Han Jianing felt very strange for the madman and just wanted to get rid of this man and go home.

"It's true. Why don't you believe me? I have evidence here. You see, you see." Feng Yumei took out the two paternity tests. That day, she kneaded them into a ball and picked them up again. At that time, she didn't think so much, but now it's useful.

Han Jianing didn't want to touch the two crumpled papers stained with a lot of dirty things. He didn't want to touch them at all. He didn't believe that such people could bring out any credible evidence. He just stepped back two steps. "Don't touch me. You're not my mother. If you want to cheat money, this kind of deception is too mean. I have a father and a mother. What you're talking about Some lies can't hold up at all. Please get out of here at once

Han Jianing wanted to leave, but Feng Yumei grabbed Han Jianing's hand and refused to let him leave. Just now Han Jianing refused, she felt very hurt. Sure enough, no one wanted to recognize her as a mother. After her son saw her, she only wanted to escape. She didn't believe her words, and there was only disgust in her eyes.

"What are you doing? Let me go? " Han Jianing saw Feng Yumei's black handprint on her body. She was disgusted and pushed her away.

"I'm your own mother. I didn't lie to you. Han Jianing, you have been kept in the dark by them. If you didn't ask her mother, you could have asked her if you had ever asked her? You are a fool. If you don't believe me, you can only be hoodwinked all your life. I'm your mother. "

Feng Yumei watched Han Jianing get into the car, chasing all the way, beating the door.

Han Jianing held the steering wheel tightly in his hand and looked at the woman outside. He didn't know why. He didn't believe what the woman said. His mother was so kind to him. How could he not be her own son, but when Feng Yumei said the name of Jian shaoshen, his heart suddenly thumped Yes.

Jane shaoshen, if this is really just an ordinary madman, how can you know the name of Jian shaoshen? Now I want to know why my mother suddenly recognized Jian Shaochen as her dry son. It is clear that Jane Shaochen, who is so cold and indifferent, has never had close contact with other aristocratic families. How could she have had a good talk with her mother after several short exchanges. When I think about it, Han Jianing is afraid to think about it.His subconscious escape, suddenly suddenly suddenly stepped on the gas pedal, Feng Yumei mercilessly left behind, as if to escape something.

Impossible, such absurd words, how can it be true, how can he believe it? False, it must be false. Yes, it's like I didn't hear about it today.

Han Jianing back home, Wen Luohua has come back, it seems that the mood is very good.

"Jianing, I'm back. How did you come back so late today?" Wen Luohua went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of hot soup. "Here, the soup for you."

"And my brother?"

"He finished and went upstairs to study." Wen Luohua put the soup in front of Han Jianing, went to get his bag, "first drink the soup, then go to have a bath, have a rest early."

"Well."

"Is the company so busy recently?" Wen Luohua looks at Han Jianing gently.

"Yes, I'm a little busy, but I'll be happy after a while." Han Jianing held this bowl of hot soup and drank it in a very comfortable way. Looking at her mother's gentle face, her heart turned sour. It was impossible. This is her mother. How could she be that crazy woman?