Reborn Marriage Pet, Mrs. Bai is on the loose

Chapter 139 Silver Bracelet

"Oh, okay." Yan Yanyu was at a loss for words for a while, why didn't she say anything, why was she so cruel to her daughter, she really regarded Milan as her own daughter.

Thinking of this, a question popped up in Yan Yanyu's mind, could it be that she really made a mistake on the day she was born 27 years ago, could it be that she has no blood relationship with them at all, but Milan is.

Not long after, the phone rang again. Yan Yanyu thought it was because his father hadn't explained something well, and felt a little headache, so he said impatiently, "Dad, do you have anything else to say?"

Bai Tian's magnetic voice came from the other side of the receiver, "Yanyu, what's wrong with you, did dad say something about you again?"

"Bai Tian, ​​do you think my parents have wronged me? Maybe Milan is the real daughter of the Yan family." Yan Yanyu felt aggrieved in her heart, and her tone of voice was filled with grievance.

"Baby, listen to me, whether you are the daughter of the Yan family or not, I love your people, not your family background." Bai Zhou comforted softly.

In fact, he might not have a question in his mind, why the old seniors were so kind to her when they saw Milan. Could it be that there is something magical about Milan that attracts them.

Milan's car drove into an alley. The road in the alley was not very narrow, and it could accommodate a car and still have extra space.

The surrounding houses are all white walls and black tiles, and a few use red brick walls. There are willows on both sides of the road, but there are no green leaves, and they look bare, and there are all fallen leaves under the trees.

She parked the car, got out of the car and saw a child playing roller skating, his small body nimbly dodged passers-by, fascinated by Milan, and applauded for him.

Father Yan's home is easy to find. There is a pair of stone lions in front of the door, some are showing their teeth and claws, and some are sitting quietly with their mouths open and a stone bead inside.

The steps in front of the door are made of bluestone slabs, which are usually fine, but they are still slippery when it rains, and some places are covered with moss and ferns.

Milan came to the door and knocked on the door a few times. The door knocker was made of bronze, and it was also a bronze lion. Soon, Mother Yan's loud voice came from inside, "Come here!"

As soon as Mother Yan opened the door, she saw a woman in a gray windbreaker standing at the door. She had a pretty face, light makeup, long hair reaching her waist, a pot of flowers and a gift box in her hand.

"Are you Aunt Yan? I'm Milan."

When Yan's mother heard that the other party took the initiative to report her family name, she showed a joyful smile on her face, turned her head excitedly and shouted behind her: "Old man, come quickly, Milan is here!"

"What? Milan is here?" Father Yan walked over slowly. He had undergone heart bypass surgery last year and dared not walk too fast for fear that the increase in blood pressure would affect his heart.

When Father Yan saw Milan, "Milan, you really came, I thought it was a dream."

"Uncle Yan, Aunt Yan, I'm really sorry. I should have come to see you earlier, but I'm a bit busy with my new job at Bai's."

Milan had a shallow smile on his face, probably because of the cold wind, his cheeks turned pink, like a crabapple blooming in early spring.

"It's okay, Uncle, I know you are very busy. How about you go back to work in China? Are you still used to it?" Father Yan asked with concern, the wrinkles on his face stretched out.

Milan nodded, "I didn't get used to it at first, but now I'm used to it. My boss and colleagues are very kind to me, especially Mr. Bai."

Seeing that Milan was still standing outside, Yan's mother immediately pulled her husband's arm and reminded: "Old man, how long do you plan to let Milan stand outside, please invite her in soon!"

After she said this, Father Yan patted his bald head, "Oh, look at my memory, I was too busy chatting and forgot to invite you in."

As soon as Milan came in, there was a big garden with various types of trees and flowers that could not be named.

Some of these fruit trees have lost their leaves, and some of them are full of fruit. Milan remembers that when she was young, her father climbed the tree to pick persimmons for her to eat.

"Uncle Yan, I heard Mr. Bai said that you like growing flowers. I passed by the flower market and bought a pot of Clivia. I hope you like it, Uncle." Milan said as he put the Clivia on the ground.

Father Yan leaned down to look at the Clivia. The sword-like leaves were emerald green and shaped like an open fan. It was paired with an antique purple sand pot. It was obvious that a lot of money had been spent.

"Old woman, look at Milan brought me a good pot of flowers." Father Yan was as happy as a child, and almost danced on the spot.

"Uncle Yan, seeing that the weather is getting colder, I bought you a pure wool scarf, and I also prepared a pearl necklace for Aunt Yan, which just matches your elegant and noble temperament."

Mother Yan took the gift and shed tears uncontrollably. Seeing that Milan in front of her had become a big girl, she thought of her hard life and was about to ask about her father.

"Uncle Yan, Aunt Yan, my father often mentioned you in front of me, and this time when he returned to China, he specially asked me to come and see you." Milan laughed.

Mother Yan handed the gift to the auntie, and took Milan's hand, "Old man, look at how caring Milan is to us. Auntie wants to ask you, how long are you going to stay in China this time?"

Milan listened without any hesitation, "After I come back, I want to develop in China. I think my roots are here, and I won't go anywhere in the future."

"Milan is right, that's how it should be, we still can't forget where our roots are." Father Yan echoed.

During dinner, everyone sat together happily, Yan Yanyu and Milan were like a pair of sisters who had been separated for many years, chatting very speculatively.

Father Yan came down from the stairs with a dignified expression on his face. He had an extra nanmu box in his hand. Yan Yanyu saw that the color of the box already looked old, and the locks on it became rusty.

"Milan, this was prepared for you back then, because your father took you away in a hurry and did not have time to send it out. Now that you are here, I will give it to you." Father Yan's voice became a little trembling, as if Recalling an unbearable past.

Milan opened the box in front of everyone, and there was a pair of silver bracelets inside. Even after many years, the bracelets are still very shiny and have not become dim.

She picked up silver bracelets, one bearing her father's name and the other her mother's.

But to her, her mother just lived in a photo frame, and she never saw her once.

"Uncle Yan, I really can't have this." Milan closed the box and pushed it in front of Father Yan.

Yan Yanyu watched from the side, she felt that there must be a story in this jewelry box, she saw it once when she was a child, and when she wanted to touch it, she was reprimanded by her father for no reason.

Now the truth is revealed, it turns out that the contents of this wooden box were left to Milan.