Reborn 1980: Sweet wife, a little sweet

Chapter 911 Missed too much

Shen Yanlin didn't want to have a conflict with him on such a matter, anyway, even if they slept together, they would just chat under the quilt.

After being together for such a long time, the two of them are only superficially close, and they really haven't done the rest.

It's not that Shen Yanlin doesn't want to, he is young and energetic, and if he is teased a little, he will easily get distracted.

But for Zhao Guoqing, Shen Yanlin sometimes doubts whether Zhao Guoqing really likes him.

It's probably because people who care about it will always pay more attention, and it's easy to think wildly if they don't get a definite answer.

The more Shen Yanlin thought about it, the more panicked he became, and he simply gave up thinking about it. Anyway, he had identified this person anyway.

When they each returned to their room, Shen Yanlin threw himself onto the big bed, posing in a big font, motionless, as if all his energy had been taken away.

On the contrary, it was Zhao Guoqing, walking up and down the room, still holding the mobile phone in his hand, with a more tangled look on his face.

He wanted to call home, but he also knew in his heart that the old man would definitely not agree to him taking Shen Yanlin home, what's more, he couldn't even enter the house himself.

If he didn't fight, he would bring the person back and let the words out, I'm afraid Shen Yanlin would have to think too much.

"If you just want to have fun, go home as soon as possible and be your rich second generation."

Yuan Zheng's original words sounded in Zhao Guoqing's ears again, he gritted his teeth, hit!
"Beep...beep..."

The busy tone came from the handset, which made Zhao Guoqing even more flustered. Waiting is the most anxious and fearful thing.

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

A slightly old voice came from the other end of the phone, and Zhao Guoqing couldn't help but wet his eyes. After being away from home for several years, he didn't know that his mother was already old.

Zhao Guoqing thought that he had really missed too much, and he himself was no longer that bratty brat.

"Mom, it's me."

Zhao Guoqing felt that his throat was extremely dry, but it was just three words, which he could blurt out, but it was so difficult to say it.

Especially in the first phone call after a long absence, Zhao Guoqing didn't know what to say at all, and he couldn't say a word he had originally planned.

"Is it Qing'er?"

Zhao's mother heard a long-lost cry, and her hand holding the mobile phone trembled. Sometimes she thought, if only their father and son hadn't had such a fight back then, it would have been great.

The longer the days, the easier it is for Zhao's mother to be tolerant to Zhao Guoqing. If you like a man, you can like it. Why don't you come home? His father is also the same. As long as the son lives well, why bother to marry a girl who doesn't like it? I'm back.

The mother is always easier to give in than the father, but it is a pity that the mother is not the one who decides, and the family affairs are still the father's words, and Zhao Guoqing knows better than anyone else.

"it's me."

Zhao Guoqing was stuck in his throat, his dry voice squeezed out from his throat, and he didn't know what expression to put on his face, now he can only gently respond to his mother's cautious questioning, that's all.

"My son, you finally think of me, my Qing'er, you don't know, mom thinks of you day and night, and now I regret that I should leave with you at the beginning, let this stubborn temper The old man can live on his own."

Zhao's mother didn't hide her emotions anymore, and her son finally called her, so she naturally had to speak out what was in her heart.

(End of this chapter)