Chapter 961: His Handwriting
"Thank you, auntie." The officials don't give gifts, not to mention that she is Han Ziling's relative, she took the thermos cup in the water, she hugged her, and called out warmly: "Thank you, aunt!" ”
This aunt reminded Du Wanting that the person in front of her was not only from the Lu family, but also had the blood of their Du family in her body: "What a stupid girl, coquettish, go upstairs and rest, the medicine will be put on the bedside table for you, remember to eat!" ”
"Got it." Listening to the careful instructions, Han Ziling shouted in response when she went upstairs.
But when her mind sank, she remembered what her mother said.
"Ziling, my mother doesn't actually have the surname Han, but I like to have my mother's surname."
"She, Du Wanting, is not my sister, just your second aunt!"
"Don't take that woman's word for it, I'm not familiar with her."
"Hey!"
sighed slowly, Du Wanting had too much misunderstanding with her sister in her life, so that their sisters never contacted.
If there is an afterlife, she hopes that the man named Lu Qingtian will not appear between their sisters.
Retracting her gaze at Han Ziling, Du Wanting picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and headed back towards her bedroom upstairs.
When she has something on her mind, she will keep thinking, so that she has no sense at all, and she hides back and forth in the room.
Glancing at the time, she saw that it was already past nine o'clock, she hesitated whether to call Lu Qingtian.
Just when she couldn't pay attention and didn't know what to do, her phone rang.
It's him......
"Wanting, how is your father?" Lu Qingtian is not involved, it does not mean that he does not know his father's handiwork today.
After all, it belongs to his eyeliner, and he has already told him everything that happened today.
And he didn't go to the hospital, first, because he felt that his father only wanted him to take care of the company, and he didn't want him to interfere in the rest of the things, and second, he was too troublesome.
But after all, as a child, there must be nothing wrong with worrying about the comfort of the father and the son.
"Father, it's okay, Ziling said it's just that the blood pressure is a little high, stable, stable!" The corners of Du Wanting's mouth moved slightly, no matter what time it was, his voice was so slow, elegant and good.
Lu Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, what about the girl?" ”
"That girl, and her grandson are all right!" For a while, Lu Wanting didn't know what to say: "Then, are you coming back?" ”
But after saying it, he regretted it.
Is it a hint to let him come back on this big night?
A man's mind is not there. Naturally, there is no such idea.
Lu Qingtian glanced at the time and said, "It's so late, it's disturbing the people in the house, I'm going back to the house tomorrow!" ”
"Okay, husband, good night!" Du Wanting called the other party extremely gently, and glanced at the laptop with a slight flash in her eyes.
My husband is always not at home, what should I do, wait online, I'm in a hurry.
The woman's lost voice made Lu Qingtian realize something, he felt that he was old and his IQ was not online at all, otherwise, how could he not hear the other party's voice: "husband" must be there. Place. Need. Beg. Yes......
But he figured it out, what's the use, he was the one who hung up the phone first.
……
In the Zhao family's villa on the hillside, in the small building behind the leisurely bamboo forest.
Huang Fenghua put down the . Buddha. Beads, slightly wide open glances, sat in the chair of the son.
"Yes, Mother can hurt you."
Zhao Chengcheng, who was sitting on the chair, rolled his Adam's apple up and down twice, his face was obviously hot and painful, but he indifferently picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip and said, "It doesn't hurt!" ”