The Richest Man's Mother Recognizes His Relatives: I Am The Second Generation Of Super Rich

It's past ten o'clock at night.

After Su Yang took a shower, she taught Jiang Yao how to use the water heater, and was pulled into the room by Yang Yingyu.

This room was used by Su Yang. Today, when Chen Wanling and I were cleaning it, we rebuilt it and put bedding on it.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Su Yang was pulled to sit by the bed by Yang Yingyu, and then she hugged him silently without speaking.

Yang Yingyu's mood was obviously not right.

Su Yang thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mom, were you worried that I was in danger when I was forging iron flowers just now?"

Yang Yingyu just snorted and said nothing.

Su Yang smiled and continued to talk softly to himself: "Actually, when I was a child, I learned to play with Uncle Chen Yong next door. I am already very familiar with ironwork. No accidents will happen."

"What if? This is about using flesh and blood to deal with the danger of scorching heat." Yang Yingyu finally spoke, with a frown on her face. Although she looked naturally majestic, she was still so charming with her oval face. .

Su Yang raised his head and said: "No, mom, those metal materials have smaller specific heat capacity and the cooling rate is very fast. As long as the molten iron is beaten high and scattered, it will turn into tiny iron filings. It burns moderately, cools down, and won’t burn anyone at all.”

"Then the premise is that you have to hit it high enough, otherwise you will still be burned if it falls on you before it cools down? Why do you just go on the field yourself? Isn't it safer to pay someone to hit you?" Yang Yingyu still frowned and said .

Su Yang smiled calmly and said: "Because I want to hit the old willow pole at the top of the flower shed. The ancestors passed down the saying that as long as you hit the old pole, you can make the person you want to live in the new year." , everything you get is what you wish for, and everything you meet is what you ask for, so I hope that my mother and sister Yaoyao can be safe and successful, and there will be no regrets in the future."

Yang Yingyu looked at her son's sincere and cute look, and felt a great comfort in her heart. She said with some tears: "Silly boy, you are the person my mother wants most."

"Mom..." Su Yang was about to say something.

"Don't talk..." Yang Yingyu didn't want him to see her crying again, so she held his head in her arms.

This is my precious son, and he knows how to think about his mother.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Su Yang noticed the wet marks at the corners of her eyes.

"No, sand got into my eyes." Yang Yingyu stared at her son with gentle eyes and smiled softly.

"Oh." Su Yang didn't want to say anything, and suddenly climbed onto the bed with a smile, sat behind Yang Yingyu, and said, "Mom, let me rub your shoulders."

Yang Yingyu enjoyed her son squeezing her shoulders and laughed secretly in her heart. She narrowed her eyes and whispered softly: "Do you have anything to ask mom?"

"Mom, you are so smart." Su Yang asked affectionately: "Can you tell me about my dad?"

As soon as Yang Yingyu heard this, she frowned again, turned to look at her expectant son, and finally said softly: "What do you want to know?"

"Is my dad also from Modu?" Su Yang asked the question in his heart.

"No." Yang Yingyu shook her head and sighed: "He is from Yangcheng, Lingnan. His family background is very prominent. He was not inferior to me back then."

Su Yang was a little surprised. Although it could be concluded from the conditions for the marriage that his father's family background must be very good, he always thought that his father was also from Modu.

"So is my dad's family still there? Do he have any brothers or sisters?" Su Yang couldn't help but ask again.

After all, when he was a child, he was a little envious of the many relatives in other people's families, but his family seemed to be forgotten by relatives.

Yang Yingyu said with a complicated expression: "Mom, I don't know. I have lost contact with them for a long time."

"Oh." Su Yang nodded with some disappointment.

Yang Yingyu turned around sadly, hugged her son in her arms, and said, "Yang'er, it is enough for you to have a mother, and she will give you whatever you want, don't think so much, okay?"

"Understood." Su Yang smiled casually.

Yang Yingyu didn't dare to speak anymore, but just hugged him tightly.

Son, it's not that mother doesn't want to tell you, it's because she is afraid that you will be taken away from mother.

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In the dead of night, Su Yang was lying on the wooden bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window, feeling a little insomnia.

The room he's in now used to belong to his father.

Mom and sister Yaoyao are in the room next door where he used to live.

The bed frame was only set up today, and the quilt was replaced with a new one.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound from the door, and a beautiful shadow sneaked in.

Su Yang looked at the dim light of the desk lamp, and suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry, and said in a low voice, "Sister Yaoyao, why are you here?"

Jiang Yao wore a black suspender nightdress, closed the door with a smile on her face, walked over and said, "I was passing by to go to the bathroom. I saw that there was a light under your door, so I wanted to come in to see if you were asleep."

"Then didn't you see it now?" Su Yang rolled his eyes and said.

Jiang Yao had already flung herself on his bed with her slippers on, rolled around, stretched her arms and legs, and was unladylike: "It's so comfortable for you to sleep on a bed alone."

Su Yang moved her snow-white long legs away from him, looked at the heartless sister Yaoyao, and complained, "Why don't I let you sleep in this bed?"

"Then where do you sleep? Change with me?" Jiang Yao turned around and winked at him.

"I'm going to sleep in the living room, right?" Su Yang patted her thigh angrily.

"How can I do that? Your mother might not know how to scold me." Jiang Yao snorted a few times, stared at his face carefully, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you? Did you get scolded by Aunt Yang?"

"No." Su Yang shook his head in a low mood.

"That's true, why is Aunt Yang willing to scold you, my precious son." Jiang Yao self-consciously lifted Su Yang's quilt, and slipped her protruding body inside.

Su Yang made room for her, but didn't drive her away, but asked, "Sister Yaoyao, have you met my dad's family?"

"No." Jiang Yao said with a smile, put her legs on him from under the quilt, and continued: "I mean, so you asked Aunt Yang about your father?"

"How do you know?" Su Yang's quilt was under his armpit, and his arms were outside grabbing Sister Yaoyao's leg to prevent her from moving.

"Because I see that Aunt Yang's mood tonight is also very strange." Jiang Yao also grabbed the quilt and hid it under her white armpits, revealing her delicate collarbone outside her suspender nightdress, and her round and fair shoulders.

Su Yang sniffed the faint fragrance from Jiang Yao beside him, and asked her, "Sister Yaoyao, how much do you know about my parents?"

Jiang Yao's tight and slender legs moved: "Let go of my legs first."

"Oh." Su Yang then let go of her long legs.

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