Chapter 943: No Regrets

Ordinary noble women, when they see her again, they must be cynical, and the old lady who has always been arrogant is naturally not angry, and then the old man has no relief at home, and he has suffered for a long time, and he has thoroughly realized how difficult it is to live without money.

So much so that later, after the old man developed, the old lady, who was already arrogant, directly became a snob, and grabbed the money every day, for fear that she would live a hard life at that time.

But in general, the old lady is also bittersweet.

Although it seems that she is not very pleasing to talk and behave, she knows many things in her life with ups and downs, and she is not comparable to ordinary women.

Zhao Siqing stayed with Mrs. Huo for a day.

The old lady's speech is still not very good, but in the end it is still 108,000 miles worse than Yang Jingqiu, and Zhao Siqing doesn't feel anything disliked.

Although Mrs. Huo didn't want to admit it, she had to admit that she actually liked Zhao Siqing.

When she first knew that her family background was not good, she felt that she was much more comfortable than Gu Anhui, but she always wanted to find a stronger Yue family for Jing Chen, and if she and the old man went in the future, someone would take care of him.

Later, when she learned Zhao Siqing's identity, she still didn't want to admit it, she always felt that she couldn't slap her face with face, but she was still happy in her heart.

What's more, Zhao Siqing is different from the other juniors of the Huo family.

She didn't care about her property, and she didn't sincerely want to please her, what made her feel even more comfortable was that she was not afraid of herself, and her dependence and coquettishness inadvertently revealed only made Mrs. Huo very fond of her old age.

When she was younger, she was meaner and sharper than she is now, and she was always snobbish.

The juniors in the family are not close to her, and even Huo Jingchen, who was brought up by herself, is even more unruly, and he refuses to even say a soft word, let alone be coquettish and close to her.

It's just that people are so old, so they will inevitably feel desolate and lonely, and they always look forward to being close to someone.

It wasn't until the sun went down that Mrs. Huo waved her hand and said: "Go, Jingchen should come back too, if you can't see you when you look back, you should complain that I have been holding you back, and I should also call the old man, do you know how many women think about drilling into the old man's arms all day long, but they don't dislike him for a lot of age." ”

As she spoke, Mrs. Huo pushed the wheelchair to the window by herself, took out her mobile phone and directly videoed Mr. Huo.

Not long after, Old Man Huo's video call was connected, and Old Mrs. Huo directly choked up: "You are chic outside, and you don't know if you call for a ...... if you don't go home for so long."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't let me call, afraid of something bad about me? You old woman is so unreasonable! ”

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Zhao Siqing got up and looked at the old man in a wheelchair who was shrouded in the setting sun, slightly bent the corners of his lips, and his eyes were gentle.

There are thousands of ways to live in this life, and there are also thousands of choices.

But she thought that as long as she grew old, she had no regrets about the road she had traveled in this life, and no regrets about the people she loved in this life, it would be enough.

Zhao Siqing turned around and planned to go back to wait for Huo Jingchen, walking all the way out along the garden, and couldn't help but think of the dream he had two days ago.

She dreamed of her past life again, intermittent nightmares, lingering.

It's just that compared with the beginning, she seems to be able to face and accept it more calmly.

She hadn't told Huo Jingchen yet, because she was afraid that he would worry.

She thought that if she could make him feel at ease, then she would rather pretend that she would never remember the so-called past life.