Wearing books and sweet pets: the richest couple in the 80s

Chapter 11 The Cowardly Adoptive Mother

There are a total of twelve communes in Linjiang County, and Shuangshui Commune is the southernmost, bordering Lin County, and it took nearly an hour for the tractor to arrive.

Although the location of Shuangshui Commune is remote, its economy is the best developed in Linjiang County.

There is a local battery factory, one of the best state-owned enterprises in Dongguang City, just [-] meters away from the office building of the commune.

He Wanqing's biological parents were veterans of the battery factory. After they died on duty, Lu Zhenhua, an apprentice brought out by his father He Huiwen, took over his position in the factory and adopted his six-year-old daughter.

Later, because of her adoptive father, her adoptive mother also joined the battery factory and became a quality inspector in the quality inspection department.

Today is not the weekend, and the adoptive mother has to go to work.

However, the three of them came back too late, and the employees had already left work.

The battery factory is a large state-owned unit, and the employees in the factory are allocated housing. Almost one-third of the houses in the commune are dormitories for the battery factory.

The adoptive father is a researcher in the factory, and he adopted the daughter of He Huiwen and his wife. The factory allocated a [-]-square-meter house for him, with five rooms and a kitchen and bathroom.

Turning into the dormitory area, He Wanqing saw her adoptive mother, Yang Wenlian, standing at the entrance of a narrow alley with a worried expression on her face.

Seeing the three of them, a smile broke out on her face, and when she saw Sanmin being held in He Wanqing's arms, her expression changed, and she was about to reprimand him.

Before she could speak, He Wanqing stopped her with a smile: "Mom, don't scold Sanmin, I'm the one who wants to hug him."

Yang Wenlian was stunned for a moment.

She looked at He Wanqing in disbelief, and said in a daze, "Wanqing, you, what do you call me?"

When the original owner was adopted, she was already sensible. She knew that Lu Zhenhua and Yang Wenlian were not her biological parents, and she never refused to call her parents.

When I'm in a good mood, I'll call Uncle Lu and Aunt Yang, and most of the time I'll talk to both of them.

Lu Zhenhua was grateful for He Huiwen's kindness in nurturing, and never cared about these things, and Yang Wenlian was soft-tempered, so he didn't care much.

"Mom, you and dad have raised me for 11 years, of course I'm going to call you mom."

He Wanqing smiled mischievously, and tilted her head to look at Yang Wenlian.

"But my mother is only 14 years older than me, and she looks so young and beautiful. She really doesn't look like my mother, but more like my sister."

Yang Wenlian's face turned red all of a sudden.

He Wanqing secretly smiled inwardly.

Yang Wenlian's temper is as soft as water, such a person doesn't even need her to spend her time trying to attack, just say a few nice words and she will pour her heart out to you.

Dinner has been prepared long ago, and it is placed on the dining table, three simple vegetarian dishes, and several bowls of rice.

"Mom, I caught a big grass carp, look how big it is!"

A little boy with a thick head and a thick head rushed in from the outside like a gust of wind, carrying a fat fish, dancing with excitement.

This is the second son of Lu Zhenhua and Yang Wenlian. He is called Lu Weibing. He is ten years old this year, and his family calls him Erbing.

He Wan glanced at him, saw that he was shirtless and only wearing a pair of shorts, and asked, "Second Soldier, where's your undershirt?"

The second soldier flinched, scratched his head in embarrassment, and laughed.

He Wanqing glared at him, "You got into a fight again, and even tore your clothes?"

The second soldier snorted unconvinced.

"It's not that the bastard is talking nonsense, saying that my father is dead, and my mother is so young, she must not be able to hold on, and sooner or later she will leave the three of us and remarry, and we will become wild children. I can't get angry, so I will fight him hard There was a fight."

Sanmin and Xiaoman are young, but they also know that this is not a good word, Xiaoman scolds angrily, Sanmin doesn't speak, but his little mouth pouted.

Yang Wenlian looked sad.

Since Lu Zhenhua's death, such words have almost never stopped.

(End of this chapter)