Reborn 1980: Good Wife Gets Rich and Busy

Chapter 1190 Drunk
After Xue Ling returned home, she asked Xue Yang to take Xiaohan and Xiaoyue back.

Next, she checked the homework of her younger son and daughter.

"It's getting colder at night. I heard that the heating has been turned on today. Please go back to your room and turn it on for a while."

"Hey! It's been so cold these days! The heating is finally here!"

"Heat heater, I love you! Heat heater, I love you!"

Xue Ling looked at the energetic young girl and smiled unconsciously.

"Don't stay up late. You must go to bed before nine o'clock, otherwise you won't be able to wake up tomorrow. I'll come over to check at nine o'clock later, okay?"

"Yes! Queen Mother!"

Xue Ling walked to the opposite side and saw her mother knitting with dark circles under her eyes.

She secretly felt distressed and whispered: "Dad, they will be back soon, you go to bed first. You couldn't sleep last night? You looked very bad!"

"Alas..." Xue's mother put down her sweater threads tiredly and subconsciously looked towards Liu Ying's room, "I can't even sleep. It's strange that I can sleep."

Xue Ling sighed, pulled the old man to stand up, and pushed her into the room.

"The heating has been turned on. There will be heating tonight. You can sleep well."

Mother Xue's head hurt so much that she couldn't hold on any longer, so she had no choice but to listen to her daughter and go to bed early.

Xue Ling walked to Liu Ying's room and found the old man sitting on the bed, looking at old photo albums under the dim light, secretly wiping away tears.

She said in a low voice: "Mom, it's late, go to bed early. I'll turn on the heater and it will warm up soon. You didn't sleep well last night, so you have to go to bed early tonight."

"Ling Ling..." Liu Ying trembled: "I... alas!"

Xue Ling nodded: "Mom, you don't have to say anything, I know what you are going to say. Then don't worry."

Liu Ying stood up with rickets and whispered: "Well... I also want to say... A Yuan's father and I have to persuade that dead girl to return half of A Heng's money to him. She is so sorry for A Heng. . His father and I don’t dare to go in front of our in-laws and mother-in-law. From now on, you and Ayuan will have to handle this matter. Don’t worry, we will make her spit out the money."

Xue Ling frowned slightly, understanding the old man's painstaking efforts.

"Mom, I don't know what the final verdict will be on this matter. The court may impose a fine. Ah Heng is not short of money. Even if you give him half, it won't change anything. Don't think too much."

Liu Ying sobbed softly and choked: "How could I not want to. I originally thought that as time goes by, the two of them might remarry for the sake of their children. Now it seems that nothing is possible. Pay him back part of the money." , at least don’t make us feel too guilty.”

"Let's talk about this later." Xue Ling reassured, "Go to bed first. You can't stay up late, otherwise your body won't be able to bear it."

Liu Ying was so tired that she pulled her to bed, and she could only close her eyes and try to fall asleep.

Xue Ling turned off the light and closed the door.

She looked at the deserted living room and the dark kitchen, and sighed unconsciously.

When anyone considers something, he or she takes himself as the starting point.

Uncle Zhilan's family has been severely injured. It is not a wound that can be healed in a short while, let alone a little money.

The mother-in-law couldn't think of any tricks, and her inner intuition was that she owed Aheng and his family a lot, so she muddleheadedly tried to use money to restore the relationship.

It's a pity that Aheng's family is not short of money, and even if they are short of money, they won't want it.

Some injuries are lifelong and fatal.

The alarm has been called, people have been arrested, and the sister-in-law's matter is a foregone conclusion. Now I just hope that A Heng can come out soon.

It was around ten o'clock in the evening, and there was a slight amount of rain and snow falling outside.

The snow was almost invisible and turned into icy rain as soon as it hit the ground.

Several old men and a few middle-aged men finally came back.

Xue Huan and Cheng Tianyuan helped the drunk Xue Heng back to his room.

When the sleepy-eyed Mrs. Chen saw her eldest son so drunk, she was so sad that she burst into tears.

"A Heng...how are you? Oh my god! How much alcohol did you have to drink? How could you ruin yourself like this?!"

"Don't yell." Xue Zhilan shouted in a low voice, turned around and turned up the heating at home, and said: "Don't scare the child, put him to rest quickly." Xue Huan helped his brother take off his coat, shoes and socks.

Cheng Tianyuan hurried to the bathroom and boiled some hot water to help Xue Heng wipe his face, hands and feet.

Xue Zhilan poured a cup of tea and walked in quickly.

"The temperature of the tea is just right. Give him some to sober up."

Xue Heng was already half-asleep and half-awake after being teased by everyone. He didn't need anyone's help to feed him. He got up and drank a large cup. He let out a low "Ah..." in comfort.

Cheng Tianyuan helped him lie down.

Mrs. Chen asked nervously and concernedly: "Are you dizzy? Do you want to vomit?"

"I vomited...all." Xue Heng replied in a low voice: "It's okay."

Cheng Tianyuan tucked him in and stood up: "I'm going back first."

Xue Zhilan said warmly: "Thank you for your hard work, Ayuan, please rest early."

"Good night!" Cheng Tianyuan left quickly.

Xue Huan rubbed his shoulders, frowned and smiled bitterly: "I don't know if it's because my brother has gained weight or because I'm weak. I'm sore all over after carrying him for a while."

"Tsk!" Xue Heng, half asleep and half awake, twitched the corner of his mouth and seemed to be smiling.

Xue Zhilan glanced at his youngest son and whispered: "Ayuan has carried it for such a long distance, but I'm not tired. You only carried it for a short time."

"It's different." Xue Huan said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, he still has a lot of muscles. I am thin and weak now, how can I compare with him."

Mrs. Chen held her eldest son's hand and her eyes filled with tears again.

Xue Zhilan frowned and whispered: "Go back and sleep. I'll sleep here with him tonight, and you go and stay with Xiaohan."

"I..." Mrs. Chen couldn't trust her son and asked, "I just vomited, but I can't sleep like this. What if my trachea is choked by vomit?"

"Mom, don't worry." Xue Huan said warmly: "I just vomited some wine. He didn't eat anything at noon or evening. He drank the wine and spit it out. It's nothing serious."

When Mrs. Chen heard this, she felt even more distressed.

"I'll go make some porridge for him."

"Go on, go on." Xue Zhilan waved her hand away, "Stay up a little longer, and I can eat something later."

Chen walked out quickly.

Xue Huan looked at her half-hunched waist and gray hair, and couldn't help but feel distressed. He wanted to speak - but was stopped by his father.

"Let her get busy and divert her attention. She can't sleep anyway, so it's better to find something to keep her busy."

Xue Huan and his father looked at each other, both frowning.

"Dad, please take care of me. I didn't sleep all night last night. I was really sleepy."

Xue Zhilan nodded: "Go."

After her youngest son left, Ms. Chen walked in, brought a glass of hot water and handed it to her wife.

Xue Zhilan took it and drank slowly.

Chen's face was solemn and she whispered: "It's raining and snowing outside, and it's very cold and cloudy. When the weather clears up, let's move to the Oriental Garden."

Xue Zhilan paused in drinking water, unable to react, and lowered his eyes.

"When Ah Heng wakes up, you can ask him."

"What about you?" Chen's mouth twitched twice, and tears flowed out again: "Can't you make up your mind for once? Can you still live here? Can you still live here?"

Xue Zhilan let out a long sigh and said: "Don't be like this. For the sake of the in-laws and their family, and Brother Wu and his family, we have to calm down. We should look at it this way - we are all divorced, and it has nothing to do with our family. .”

(End of this chapter)