Chapter 132 As long as you don’t dislike me

"Mr. Chen, Mrs. Chen, why are you here?"

Song Tao was really surprised.

This place is very secret, and he also blocked the news of Ye Nanxian's hospitalization, for fear that others would cause panic in the future. But he didn't expect that Chen's father and Shen's mother actually found this place.

When Chen's mother saw Song Tao, she smiled.

"Assistant Song? It's so good. I heard that Nan Xian was injured, right? His father and I came here to see him."

Although Chen's mother said that, her eyes were always anxious, and she obviously wanted to see Ye Nanxian.

Song Tao knew that their identities were special and said with a smile: "Mr. Ye has something to do, but he is not seriously injured. You guys have to worry."

"So, he's not here."

Mother Chen was obviously very disappointed, and her eyes seemed to have suddenly lost their color.

Seeing them like this, Song Tao couldn't help but say, "Mr. Ye is not here, but Miss Chen is here."

"Ms. Chen?"

Dad Chen couldn't help but ask, his eyes a little hot.

Song Tao then reacted and said with a smile: "It's Miss Catherine. She is drawing designs in the room."

As soon as he heard it was Catherine, Shen’s mother’s eyes returned to color.

"Can we go in and see her?"

"this……"

Song Tao actually didn't want anyone to approach Chen Mange, and he knew that Chen Mange was drawing designs, but there was an old man in front of him who was not someone else but Chen Mange's biological parents. He could not keep them out no matter how he did.

"Okay, I'll go in and say to Miss Catherine, you guys wait."

Song Tao smiled lightly and turned around and walked towards the ward.

Huo Zhenting felt that he had been fooled by Song Tao.

"Didn't you say that Catherine is busy and not seeing guests? How can they?"

Song Tao said in a humble and arrogant manner: "Their identities are different, Mr. Huo."

"What are their identities?"

"They are Mr. Ye's father-in-law and mother-in-law. Does Mr. Huo have any problems?"

Song Tao smiled faintly, but his smile was not enough to reach his eyes.

Huo Zhenting was somewhat surprised.

They are Chen Mange's parents?

Huo Zhenting heard about Ye Nanxian’s previous wife. Now that he saw his father-in-law and mother-in-law, he suddenly became very interested in Ye Nanxian’s previous wife.

Will such a pair of elegant elderly people develop a daughter who elopes with others?

When Huo Zhenting observed Chen Dad and the others, Chen Dad was also observing Huo Zhenting.

He knew Huo Zhenting. After all, the Huo family is very famous, and Huo Zhenting's great achievements are often reported. But he didn't expect to meet Huo Zhenting here.

"Mr. Huo."

Dad Chen shouted lightly, neither humble nor arrogant.

Huo Zhenting nodded to them and expressed respect.

Song Tao had already come out of the room and was somewhat surprised to see that Huo Zhenting had not left yet.

"Mr. Huo has something to do?"

"Tell me that there is something important to me when I ask her and let her contact me if I have time. This is my phone number."

Huo Zhenting is not a person who is obsessed with him.

Ye Nanxian's father-in-law and mother-in-law came to see Catherine, which shows that Ye Nanxian was really moved by Catherine, so he was really not suitable to stay in this occasion.

Song Tao politely took the business card and sent Huo Zhenting away.

Dad Chen and Mother Shen looked at Song Tao anxiously.

Song Tao smiled and said, "You guys come in with me."

Mother Chen was a little excited when she heard Song Tao say this.

The two followed Song Tao into the ward. Chen Mange was packing up his drawings. When he saw them coming in, he said happily: "Uncle, aunt, are you here? Come and sit down. I was drawing pictures just now, but I didn't hear you coming. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay. What are you drawing?"

Chen's mother's eyes looked at Chen Mange a little more enthusiastic.

Chen Mange didn't notice it and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just some work. I studied automobile design. I planned to draw it after I had some inspiration, but after drawing it, I always felt that something was missing, and maybe I still had a shortage of inspiration."

She touched the back of her head embarrassedly.

In front of her parents, she unconsciously revealed her children's nature.

Seeing Chen Mange's childhood movements so familiar, Chen's father's eyes suddenly became a little wet.

"Take it over and see it. Maybe I can give you some inspiration, of course if you mind, forget it."

Chen’s father rarely speaks anything on his own, but Chen Mange knows that Chen’s father did art research when he was young.

"No, I wish you could give me some guidance."

Chen Mange quickly took the drawing paper and handed it to Chen's father, then sat behavedly beside him, like a good baby.

Song Tao felt that Chen Mange had completely become another adopted son in front of Shen’s father and Shen’s mother. He retreated without saying anything and left this space for their family.

Dad Chen looked at Chen Mange's works and said in admiration: "You painted them all?"

"It's a blind painting that won't catch your eyes."

Chen Mange was a little nervous.

When he was a child, he was criticized by Chen's father for his art lessons. After learning to write car design, Chen Mange subconsciously avoided many art problems and also caused some of Chen's father's habits.

Dad Chen's eyes looked at Chen Mange even more enthusiastic.

He was almost certain now that the woman in front of him was his daughter Chen Mange!

He excitedly held the drawing paper and said, "The pen skills are good, and it can be seen that he has practiced since he was a child."

Chen Mange was slightly stunned, and then she realized something, but she didn't hide it. She smiled and said, "Yes, I was taught by my father when I was a child. I felt very wronged at that time, but now I feel that this is a precious wealth that will benefit me for life."

Dad Chen nodded and said with relief: "The painting is good, but there are some problems here. It would be great if the lines could be made with a hint of hardness, so that the overall layout and lines would be beautiful and complement each other."

After saying that, Dad Chen took out his brush and outlined it on Shen Mange's drawing paper.

Chen Mange suddenly felt that the part he couldn't understand suddenly became clear.

"Thank you uncle."

Chen Mange happily picked up the brush and modified it.

Chen's father and Shen's mother looked at each other, and Chen's father nodded to her. Chen's mother's eyes suddenly turned red, and she turned her head to wipe her tears secretly.

Chen Mange changed this part and then said happily: "Uncle, aunt, will I take you to dinner?"

"We brought some things over and see if you like it or not."

Mother Chen said, taking out some pastries from the thermos she carried with her.

Chen Mange's nose felt a little sour.

These are her favorite pastries.

"Thank you aunt."

"Just like it."

Mother Chen really thinks the word "aunt" is harsh, but my daughter doesn't want to recognize them at the moment, so she probably has her own difficulties.

She sighed and asked, "These days, Haicheng has been circulating Nanxian to find her son, named Zi'an. I remember Nanxian only has one son named Ye Rui. Do you know Zi'an's right? Is he our grandson?"

In fact, Mother Chen came today because she heard the news.

Only then did Chen Mange realize that in order to save Shen Zi'an, his identity has been exposed in the entire Haicheng.

No wonder Ye Nanxian was so nervous that he asked Yan Zhen to protect his two children.

Chen Mange originally wanted to hide it from Chen's mother and Shen's father, but now she felt a little embarrassed to see them nervously.

"Yes, he is your grandson, named Chen Zi'an. He is four years old now."

"It's really him! So how is he doing now? Are he injured? Are he recovered? When will we see him?"

After all, Mom Chen is a woman. She couldn't control her emotions for a while and she even shed tears.

"Tell me why you cry."

Although Chen's father was also very anxious, he still comforted his wife now.
To be continued...