London, England, Chelsea aristocratic district

A stretched Lincoln sedan drove into the garden of a modern white British-style villa, passed through the lush garden avenue and stopped in front of the house. The driver hurriedly got out of the car and rushed to the back door to open the door and wait for the owner to get out. A young man

The oriental man got out of the car, stood tall and straight in front of the stairs with a slender and majestic figure, looked up at the villa in front of him, frowned slightly, and could not see any joy or sorrow.

The servant at the door immediately opened the door wide and stood at the entrance waiting for the master's return. Before the man entered the door, he saw a white figure walking out in a hurry, with a happy smile on his face as he walked: "Son, you

I’m finally back. The flowers that made mom wait are almost withered, hurry up, come in quickly!”

"Madam!" Li Boya and Simon behind the man bent down and bowed first. The woman waved her hands happily: "Are you all tired? Go down and have a rest."

"Thank you, madam!" Li Boya and Simon looked at the man, but Simon moved his lips and was pulled away by Li Boya before he could say anything. The elegant and graceful lady was now immersed in

In the extremely joyful atmosphere, he naturally didn't notice anything wrong with his mobile monitor and just pulled his son into the house.

"Mom, what's the matter, why did you call me back in such a hurry?" The man frowned unhappily. He had to admit that his mood was affected by a certain photo Lili sent him. He was not here.

That woman actually lived a happy life!

"Ouch. Look at you, look at you, you are so heartless. Mom can't call you back if there is no big deal?" The lady raised her eyebrows and said in displeasure, while the man who was holding the stairs and walking downstairs raised his eyebrows.

While reading the newspaper, he gently asked: "What on earth could happen that would force me to call someone back from work who is threatening to divorce me or commit suicide?"

This man is none other than the global CEO of the Zhan family and his father, Zhan Liang, a well-known overseas Chinese.

Mrs. Zhan smiled mysteriously, pulled the man quickly towards the European-style sofa and coffee table, picked up a photo and handed it to the man: "Hey, take a look!"

The man turned his head away with an indifferent expression: "Not interested!"

"Just take a look, this is your future wife!"

The man frowned and turned to look at his mother: "Mom! Haven't you had enough fun?"

"This time I'm not playing with you, this time I really found her. This is the little daughter-in-law that your mother gave you to marry when you were five years old! Now your mother has finally found her through many layers of relationships! So, son, you

Just take a look, and then we go back to China to discuss marriage

Come on, hurry up and marry my daughter-in-law home!" Mrs. Zhan became happier and happier as she spoke, with a smile on her face. Zhan Liang finally knew what was driving his wife crazy, and he suddenly lost interest.

He sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs and read his newspaper.

The man rubbed his brows, snatched the photo from his mother's hand, threw it to the ground and stepped on it without looking at it: "Mom, I want to tell you something!"

Mrs. Zhan looked at the photo on the ground that was trampled by her son in shock. She suddenly started to tremble and pointed at the man with an angry look on his face: "You, you, you, how could you trample the photo under your feet! That is your future.

Wife, you unfilial son, are you going to piss me off to death? No matter what you say, I won’t listen!"

"Mommy!" The man's tone softened. He held his mother's shoulders with both hands and lowered his posture while looking at her eyes. "You have told me since I was very young that I have an unmarried wife, who is you. My mother gave it to me in marriage when I was five years old. So you look at me closely. You have traditional Chinese thoughts, which I understand. But this is the 21st century, and this is still Britain! I accept Britain. Education, although I study Chinese and learn Chinese culture, but in my bones I cannot keep that ridiculous promise like you and sacrifice my whole life. Since I was sixteen years old and was a teenager, you have sent people to follow me every day, as long as I and the girls You nipped our relationship in the bud with the slightest contact. Your son is thirty-three years old... You tried your best to get me to marry... for a ridiculous fingertip that I have never seen before. The girl is as protective as a jade... Mommy, tell me, aren't you afraid that your son will be laughed to death? Aren't you afraid that my body will suffer from something wrong?"

The lady blinked and stared at the handsome man in front of her, as if absorbing what he said, and the man was also looking forward to his persistent mother listening to even half of a sentence this time, but the lady finally came back to her senses after a long time. Said: "You can be proud of yourself! It's normal for boys to have dfj. You don't need to teach it, right? The left hand and the right hand are your lifelong friends!"

Mr. Zhan in the sofa almost fell off the sofa. As expected of his wife... she always has amazing words.

"Mommy..." the man held his forehead, "Actually, I am going to China this time..."

The noble lady cut off the man's words, reached out and took another photo from the coffee table and handed it to the man. This time she looked at her son with an extremely cold and arrogant attitude and said: "Do you want to look at the photo? Just take a look. If you look at it, If you don’t like it, then I won’t force you! Now you can go out to find a woman right away, and it doesn’t matter how many mommies you find. Anyway, I’m not sure whether this girl is married or not, but if you don’t even look at it, Take a look, what does mommy’s persistence for so many years mean?”

The man paused, slowly reached out and took the photo, but still looked at his mother calmly and said: "I saw it, you have to listen to me. No matter what I say, you must accept it."

"Okay." The lady nodded, but her eyes were still full of hope.

The man turned over the photos and casually looked down at the photos in his hands.

The woman in the photo has a simple appearance, wearing black-rimmed glasses, a bun, and a white shirt and a black shirt. Anyone who takes one look at her will not want to look at her again. He has seen too many such working women. Too old-fashioned and boring.

But……

The man did not look away, but stared closely at the woman in the photo without moving. The lip line, the eyes under the lenses... the line of the chin, the nose, the cheeks, the cheekbones... the neck The lines...and even the height!

"Are there any photos of you without glasses?" The man suddenly turned to look at his mother, who was standing aside with her hands folded and looking at him expectantly.

"Oh, there is one! That was taken with great difficulty." The lady nodded sadly.

"Show me." The man stretched out his hand.

The lady stretched out her hand and pointed at the man's feet: "But my son, it's under your feet! You just stepped on it!"

Without hesitation, the man immediately bent down and picked up the photo from the ground. Although there were shoe marks on the photo, he could still clearly see her appearance.

Is it...her?

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——Yesterday was Christmas...Belated blessing, Merry Christmas! o(n_n)o~
Chapter completed!