Long time no see, ex-wife!

Chapter 52

The midday sun was strong and abundant, but Ya Ling was a little cold, so she had to go back to bed, found a quilt to wrap around her body tightly, but didn't want to lie down anymore, but picked up the phone beside the bed, hesitated, pressed the phone Got a few familiar numbers.

"Mom, it's me."

The other side was stunned for a moment, and then raised his voice: "Yaling? You still know how to call home?! Where have you been these few days?"

"Mom." Ya Ling pulled her voice to stop her reproach: "How is Dad's health?"

"He, it's okay. He ate wine and chili together the day before yesterday, which hurt his stomach. He also went to the hospital. He prescribed two boxes of medicine and returned."

fraud!

Yaling pointed at a man named Su outside the room with gestures, and scolded him for being a hypocrite and a villain in his heart, but he was still answering the questioning of the woman on the phone who was on the verge of anger.

"Is there no place to live and no food to eat?"

"No, I have a big meal every day, and a premium room every day!"

"Have you been bullied?"

"No, your daughter, I can only bully others, how can anyone dare to bully me."

Ya Ling lay on her back on the quilt, talking nonsense to reassure her mother.

It's strange to say that other people's parents will teach their children to be polite, to respect the old, to love childishness, and to have a kind heart like gold, but her mother would only beat her on the head with her fist to tell She: When someone punches you, you have to kick them twice. If someone beats you to tears, you will beat her until she can't find the tune when she cries!
Under the influence of such a violent education policy since she was a child, Ya Ling did not turn out to be a troubled girl. I really don't know if it is because she herself is not able to become a talent, or if her mother is lenient.

"Yaling, are you sick? Why is the voice so strange?"

Ya Ling hurriedly took the microphone away, sniffed, let the sourness pass, then moved the microphone closer, and interrupted with a smile: "Mom, I miss you."

"I just know how to act like a baby, thinking why I didn't come back, ran to such a far place alone, and didn't call home to report that I was safe, if something really happened, what do you want us to do?"

"Mom, haven't I come back yet?" Ya Ling said with a smile, "I'll go back and see you now, okay?"

"Don't be in such a rush. Now that you've arrived home safely, just think about your own affairs calmly. It's not easy for two people to be together. Back then, your dad and I were also picky. Today, isn’t it good? When you encounter something, ignore it if you can, hide it if you can, and be more tolerant to him. Men are busy with their careers, and his company is still so big. , and the only son, the burden is heavy.”

"Mom." Ya Ling interrupted her angrily: "Didn't you want me to not suffer? Now why are you making me pretend to be blind and deaf again?"

"Stupid girl, that's an outsider. He is your husband. You have to love him, love him, and no one can say clearly about feelings. Don't say it's a disadvantage, just let you give him your life, maybe would be willing”

Gently hung up the phone, Ya Ling sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the setting sun outside the window, the warm golden color covered the field of vision, and the few pots of small flowers on the balcony that were shrinking their leaves were branches that she picked just before she left. Unexpectedly, within a few days, snow-white flowers also bloomed.

The world doesn't seem to have changed because of her departure. Mom is still nagging, and Dad will steal a few sips of wine if nothing happens. The sun rises and sets in the east, and the flowers in the garden bloom and fade. Su Wei and the two kept secrets, but they still refused to break the last ambiguity.
Stretching his waist for a long time, he walked to the closet and opened it. There was not a single piece of his own clothes inside. He smiled helplessly, remembering that the clothes were all left in the rented house. Now in this house, there are no more Anything that belongs to her, clean as if she was a guest who broke in by mistake.

Shaking her hair casually, taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked out.

The house was very quiet, and the cheerful conversation between men and women just now seemed to be just an illusion of hers.

Yaling tilted her head, lowered her footsteps a little more, and listened carefully, but still didn't hear any sound.

Is it over?

She couldn't help but relax a little, raised her foot and took a step forward, turned around the turn of the stairs, and her vision suddenly opened up. The ceiling design several meters high made the living room look extraordinarily spacious, and the pure white floor made the whole living room look very spacious. bright.

Before she could stop in time, the overlapping figures on the sofa struck her nerves like a thunderbolt, from the top of her head to her toes, causing her to freeze in place.

(End of this chapter)