At this moment, Xia Yan deeply felt that this man who looked cold and distant from others had a soft side that was unknown to others, but he just didn't show it in front of them.

When Yi Beihan walked into the hall with his mother in his arms, people on both sides bent over and respectfully welcomed the old lady back.

A Zhan moved a wheelchair into the hall. Yi Beihan put his mother on it very gently, took the blanket handed by the servant, carefully covered her legs, and half squatted in front of the wheelchair, like a sensible person.

child.

"Mom, do you still know me? I'm Xiaohan!"

Yi Meifeng tilted her head slightly, looking at her son under her knees with a blank gaze. She was stunned for a long time, then slowly raised her hand, placed it on his head, and murmured something inarticulate.

"Xiaohan...you are Xiaohan."

"Well, mom, it's me, I'm your son, Xiaohan."

There was still his shadow in her chaotic consciousness, which made Yi Beihan feel very happy. He grabbed her slightly rough palm and rubbed his cheek. The corners of his lowered eyes were already wet.

At this time, in the kitchen.

"Go and bring this cup of jasmine tea to the old lady."

With a cold face, Mrs. Yang placed a fragrant white porcelain tea bowl on the tray in Xia Yan's hand.

"Um."

When Xia Yan turned around, he saw a smile on Mrs. Yang's lips. The meaning was unclear and a bit cunning.

She looked at the tea. Was she trying to trick herself again?

It's possible, but you have to be more cautious!

Walking carefully to Yi Meifeng's wheelchair, Xia Yan looked at Yi Beihan and said softly.

"Master, Sister Yang asked me to bring a cup of jasmine tea to the old lady."

If you express it clearly this way, you probably won’t make any mistakes!

Because it was Mrs. Yang who told her last time that she liked to drink milk with sugar in Yibeihan, but the milk was poured on her...

"Um."

Yi Beihan hummed lightly, took the teacup in her hand, and brought it to Yi Meifeng.

"Mom, would you like to take a sip of your favorite jasmine tea?"

His gentle tone sounded like he was coaxing a child.

Yi Meifeng opened her mouth and muttered one word intermittently.

"Drink... drink..."

But when the corner of her eye accidentally glanced at Xia Yan's face, Yi Beihan saw her mother's pupils dilate instantly, waving her arms and screaming.

"...Ghost...Ghost...Ghost..."

Trembling, the body shrank into a ball.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? It's okay, it's okay, my son is here, my son is here."

Yi Beihan held his mother's hand tightly, trying to calm her down, but she seemed to be getting more and more frightened, her body was shaking more and more violently, and her face was as pale as a crumpled white cloth.

"Let's go...let her go quickly...Xiaohan...let her go..."

Xia Yan was also startled by Yi Meifeng's sudden madness, but didn't know how to intervene to help.

At this time, Yi Beihan followed the direction where his mother was glancing secretly from the corner of his eyes and saw Xia Yan's face. He was suddenly shocked and knew the reason for his mother's madness. He stood up Huo Di, stared at Xia Yan with bloodshot eyes, and shouted coldly.

"Get out, get out!"

"I……"

Xia Yan was frightened by his sudden rage and was a little overwhelmed. He opened his lips and was about to explain something when Yi Beihan grabbed his collar and pulled him out of the door——
Chapter completed!