84_84047 "Please add me, Gardenia." Qin Jianbing greeted her and called Chaoying, and Long Chaoying replied.

The name was given the year she divorced and went to the United States, gardenias were her favorite flowers, and the United States was where her mother had lived, so she abandoned Milan, France, which was more suitable for her profession.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Qin Jianbing didn't know how to answer, she obviously didn't want to take care of her own meal.

Wu Lan chuckled weirdly, and muttered beside her, "I still can't understand it for so many days, people obviously don't want to deal with us, so they have to ask for this closed door." Hu"

Qin Jianbing glanced at her coldly, and felt more and more uncomfortable in his heart.

After waiting for a few years to wait for Qin Chuyao to come back, he had to stay in the hospital for the first year after he came back, coupled with the matter of the Su family, Qin Lao was unhappy in his heart, and the atmosphere was so stiff in less than five minutes after he came, he was really angry and frightened in his heart.

His dislike for Wu Lan has increased unabated recently.

He didn't bother to talk to her anymore, and it was a waste to even get angry.

"This blessing has also been delivered, I will have an appointment with Mo Ting later, so I will leave first." After being embarrassed a few times before, Qin Wujing didn't want to come in the first place, and she didn't need to stay after this transition.

This atmosphere is depressing for a second longer.

Except for Wu Lan's two calls, the rest of the people had no objection to Qin Wujing's departure.

Qin Chuyao also wanted to leave, but it was a pity that she was not good now, and the doctor would not let her be discharged.

"Grandpa, Mom, I want to go out and breathe." I can't be discharged from the hospital, and it's still okay to stay away from this embarrassing depression.

"Okay, we'll go out for a walk with you." Pushing out the wheelchair from the corner, he couldn't ask for this mention of Qin Lao and Long Chaoying.

Seeing them go out, Wu Lan pulled Qin Jianbing and wanted to follow.

Qin Chuyao raised his hand and patted Long Chaoying's hand pushing the wheelchair and motioned for her to pause.

"I'm still grateful that you came to see me, if you still care that we are father and daughter, then please take your wife out of here, and please don't let her come again in the future, I'm not a Hengdian, nor a stage, a theater garden." These words were said to Qin Jianbing, and she had endured them for several days.

Some people just owe that, and the stick you press on her loosens a little and she climbs up.

Qin Jianbing was already embarrassed by her words, but Wu Lan was still talking back, "How can you talk, you kid, don't we also care about you." ”

"Put away your drunkard's intentions, don't come out disgusting for this New Year." After Qin Chuyao finished speaking, he turned back to the front, "Mom, let's go, it should be quite lively outside." ”

Wu Lan opened her mouth and wanted to say, but Qin Jianbing grabbed her angrily and said, "Shut up for me and go back!" ”

Wu Lan looked at his face full of anger, and Qin Lao also glared at her, full of threat, and a cold snort came out of her mouth, but he didn't dare to continue

For the Chinese New Year, it is rare to even order a takeaway, and she doesn't want to go too far, Yang Zixuan paid the boss double the room price and ate with them, she originally just wanted to stir-fry dishes for the time being, but the boss invited her to celebrate the New Year with them.

Although the ingredients are not as rich and precious as the Song family, there is no shortage of Chinese New Year, there should be no shortage of anything on the table, this kind of ordinary home-cooking, New Year's flavor is something she can't eat if she wants to eat it in previous years.

When they get together during the Chinese New Year, they will inevitably drink some wine, and the family did not snub her, an outsider who rubs rice, and often greeted her and asked her if she wanted to have a drink?

"Thanks, I can't drink." Yang Zixuan declined.

"Then I'll pour you a glass of juice." The proprietress is a very ~ honest middle-aged woman, and she asked her some things during the meal, such as why she didn't go home during the New Year.

Yang Zixuan responded selectively with half-truths and half-truths.

After eating, the proprietress politely asked her to stay and watch the Spring Festival Gala with them, anyway, she went back to the room alone and stayed, Yang Zixuan refused, thanked them and went back to the room.

Nest in bed at night~ Watching the Spring Festival Gala, this is a program she watches every Spring Festival, although she finds this show a little boring every year.

Looking at and thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, as if I was pressed by a dark cloud, heavy, and dull.

I thought that I could do without one person this year, but it turned out to be like this, Yang Zixuan was also thinking, she also reflected, if she was sensible last night and didn't leave alone, or left and went back to Song's house directly, what would the result be?

But at that time, in that state of mind, she really didn't want to face Song Zitian, she needed to be quiet, she needed to think about it.

Thinking about how to go tomorrow, was she wrong from the beginning?

p > she and Song Zitian were pregnant ~ pregnant and married when their relationship was not clear and unstable, which is a kind of sloppiness in itself for marriage and life.

It was a gamble, and she knew it from the start.

It's very clear, but she still lets herself fall in, just because she covets that moment of warmth.

She wanted a home so badly.

Yang Zixuan felt as if she had gotten into a dead end, not knowing how to get out or how to get in.

The head seemed to be filled with paste, and it was glued and sealed.

After some time, she seemed to clear up a little, and turned her eyes to the small alarm clock standing quietly next to the TV, and the time was past nine o'clock.

When the pointer went to half past nine, she finally lifted the quilt and got up, took out the mobile phone from the bag, turned it on, about a minute or so, the desktop buffered successfully was dozens of missed calls, a number of text messages, she initially looked at it, family, friends, colleagues, there are, missed calls, new messages, there are blessings to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and also ask her where she is, is there something wrong.

"Woman, where have you gone, don't go too far for the New Year, go back when you see it, sit and wait." This is Qin Chuyao's, and she posted a few more later, all for the same purpose.

"Xuanxuan, where have you been, don't worry when you see the call back." This style is Gu Xize's.

She didn't read all the information, only looked at a few important people, and then clicked on Song Zitian's number in the missed call, the message dialog box was blank, and they didn't text each other.

"I thought about it and thought about it, and I solemnly asked you once, do we need a divorce?" I deleted it a few times and changed it a few times, and finally it was put into such a short and direct sentence.

After completing the last instruction and sending it, she suddenly felt nervous and nervous.

From night to day to night, nearly twenty-four hours have not been found, Song Zitian is very bad, hearing the text message prompt tone, he picked up the mobile phone impatiently and expectantly, and when he saw this sentence, he burst into a foul language.

"Fuck the ~ fuck~ divorce, it's just a lack of fuck!"

But her heart was a lot more relaxed, at least she contacted him, and finally she turned on the phone.

I set up a phone binding with her at the beginning, and now it finally comes in handy

The message was sent out but there was no response for a long time, Yang Zixuan held the mobile phone, the heat in her heart slowly turned cold, and she simply threw it aside to concentrate on watching the Spring Festival Gala program.

But are you really paying attention?

Of course not.

She thought of Mother Song, who cared for her, and Father Song, who was strict but never made her feel stressed and embarrassed, and in the past 20 hours, what she thought about the most was this home that made her feel warm.

She suddenly regretted a little, she was carried away by anger at the time, and now she calmed down and felt that she was so sorry for the two elders.

No matter what she does with Song Zi, she shouldn't implicate the innocent, but what about her?

"Slap" slapped her head, she suddenly turned over and picked up her mobile phone again, quickly flipped to Song Mu's number, and dialed it.

"Hey, is it Zixuan? Where are you? The phone was picked up by Song's mother almost instantly.

Undisguised worry, anxious, listening to Yang Zixuan's heart, she felt more and more guilty, her throat was choked, and she was tight.

"Why don't you speak, isn't it uncomfortable? Sue sù mom, where are you, I'll let Zi Tian come and pick you up, forget it, it's better for me to come over with your father, you definitely don't want to see that stinky boy now. She didn't say anything, but she didn't know that Song's mother was in a hurry at home, so she immediately asked Song's father to prepare the car, and asked him to inform her son with her mouth.

"Mom, I'm fine." If you regretted it a little just now, you regret it now.

How could she meet such a good mother-in-law?

"It's okay." Finally hearing the response, Song's mother was obviously relieved, "We all know what happened last night, and Zitian also knows that he is wrong, you see this big New Year, we have something to say home, okay?" ”

"I" She knew that she was sorry for them, but she didn't forgive Song Zitian in her heart.

She was still not ready to face him.

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Let's talk about my personal opinion: whether it is male or female, regardless of personality, people will have actions, and when there is hypocrisy, it is just that the process is different.

No one is perfect, you and I are no exception.

Are you going to spray me in your heart? Spray if you want, spray is healthier, good night.