Reborn 1980: A poisonous wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 330 Face-to-face Opportunities
Song Sihui babbled, Ling Yanshan didn't comment, just ate his meal in silence.

What Song Sihui said, compared with the current situation, can it be the same?
Song Sihui and Yan Zhen's good sisters are one thing, but he and Song Xuan are completely another matter.

Knowing that Song Xuan was interested in him, he still ran to take care of her every now and then. He was a gay man, and Song Xuan was a lesbian, so what's the matter if he had too much contact with her?

Seeing that the two of them are often together, others will definitely say that they are dating, so does he still need to be famous?

He's not stupid, for Song Sihui's sake, if something serious happens to Song Xuan, he will definitely help if he can, but this definitely doesn't include filling in himself!

Even if he wanted to fill in, he only wanted to fill in the "gold mine" of his family's Xiaoya.

In ten days or so, it will be the day of the girl's graduation exam, right?

Thinking of Anya, Ling Yanshan's face gradually softened, and he looked up at the telephone set on the glass counter at the entrance of the small restaurant.

The home on Qinghe Street has already installed a telephone, and An Ya specially gave the number when she called two days ago.

He has already firmly memorized that string of numbers in his heart, as long as he walks over and picks up the phone...

"Brother Yanshan, why don't you eat?"

Song Xuan's words interrupted his reverie, and Ling Yanshan put the empty bowl on the table: "Aunt Song, I'm full, you eat slowly, I'll go out to smoke a cigarette first."

After speaking, he stood up and strode out. When he passed the glass counter, it took a lot of perseverance to resist picking up the phone.

It's better for him not to disturb Xiaoya's mind now, let her study with peace of mind, and wait for her graduation exam to finish...

Song Xuan stared at Ling Yanshan's back, and instinctively felt that when the corners of his mouth were slightly curved just now, he was thinking about something.

Brother Yanshan is not thinking about some girl, is he?

Thinking carefully about Ling Yanshan's expression at that time, Song Xuan felt more and more unable to sit still, and almost immediately wanted to get up and chase him out to ask a question.

Song Sihui tapped the head of her chopsticks on the back of her daughter's hand lightly: "Sit down and eat well."

Song Xuan stared angrily: "Mom, brother Yanshan—"

"What about him!" Song Sihui scolded her daughter, seeing her red eyes, her heart immediately softened, she lowered her voice and told her daughter, "Yanshan's temper is stubborn, you can't do it like this.

If the vine wraps around the tree tightly, it will wrap the tree to death. If you wrap it so hard, men will only get bored, do you understand? "

Song Xuan put down the bowl in her hand and cocked her neck: "I don't understand! If you understand so well, then why couldn't you catch my dad's heart back then?"

Song Sihui couldn't help but choked, her face was very ugly, she couldn't swallow the delicious food in front of her, so she put down the bowl too:
"A man's heart... has to be hardened, no knife in the sky can stop it—"

Song Xuan pouted: "Anyway, I know Brother Yanshan won't be that kind of person!"

This sentence couldn't help Song Sihui not nodding.

Although she had only been in contact with Ling Yanshan a few times, she also found that although this young man looked cold on the outside, he had his own world in his heart.

That year when she sent the 100 yuan to Yan Zhen, Ling Yanshan was only 5 or less than 6 years old, so he actually remembered her.

When she was a guest at the home of her distant cousin Chu Jia for the first time, she was very cramped sitting on the leather sofa. At that time, Ling Yanshan, who had been taken back to the Ling family, just came back from the outside, recognized her at a glance, and called her "Aunt Song", even peeled an apple for her and handed it over.

After she said goodbye and went out, Ling Yanshan, who was waiting on the road outside at some point, couldn't help but slipped an envelope to her.

"Aunt Song, thank you for coming to visit us back then. This is my heart."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Yanshan, who still had a youthful look on her face, turned around and left without giving her a chance to speak.

Inside the envelope was a stack of banknotes that were neither thick nor thin, 890 yuan, not an integer; I don't know if it was all the money in Ling Yanshan's hands at that time.

Song Sihui found her distant cousin Chu Jia that day, and she was indeed here to borrow money...

From then on, she knew that her friend was a child who knew how to be grateful.

After meeting a few times, Song Sihui had a better impression of Ling Yanshan, but she never thought that once she brought her daughter Xuanxuan to the Ling family, her daughter also had a very good impression of Ling Yanshan, so much so that she fell in love at first sight. The point of marriage.

Song Sihui is also someone who has been here, so she can see clearly that among men, someone with a temperament like Ling Yanshan must be very reliable.

If he could accept Xuanxuan, even if he found out that Xuanxuan had suffered from that disease in the future, he would definitely not despise Xuanxuan.

It is said that women can hold up half the sky, but this world still requires too much from women. If you marry a stable man, your life will be different.

Not only is Ling Yanshan calm, he is also very motivated, and now he is already a battalion-level cadre at a young age.

Regardless of whether it's because of Ling Dongfang's relationship or Ling Yanshan's own efforts, the fact is that if this posture continues, Ling Yanshan is likely to be able to enter the regiment level before the age of 30.

Regiment-level cadres under the age of 30 are not absent in the army, but they are definitely relatively rare.

After stepping on this step, one can completely look forward to the future. It is not impossible to become a high-ranking officer in the army in his forties.

Such a man is completely rare.

Daughter Song Xuan really has a good eye, and Song Sihui also hopes from the bottom of her heart that Song Xuan and Ling Yanshan can become a pair, but even if they are chasing backwards, they can't be entangled like they are now.

Song Sihui grabbed Song Xuan's hand, and gently rubbed the spot on the back of her hand that she just hit with the chopsticks:

"Xuanxuan, girls should be more reserved, think about it for yourself, if someone casually stops and pesters you like this, will you get bored?"

Song Xuan opened her mouth to refute something, but thinking about it, if she was being entangled by someone, it really wouldn't be a pleasant thing.

"Mom, but I like Brother Yanshan. He doesn't usually talk to me. If I don't stop him, I won't even be able to see him a few times!"

"Yan Shan is a man who repays his kindness. Good steel must be used on the blade. Don't let the little love between us and him be wasted casually. For some things, the touch of the eye is more important than drawing a dragon. ..."

In the small restaurant, Song Sihui was teaching her daughter tips in front of Xu Xu. Outside the small restaurant, Ling Yanshan, who was smoking a cigarette to let go of himself, caught a glimpse of a young girl approaching from a distance, subconsciously crushed out the cigarette, and quickly threw it into the next door. In the pan, but quickly laughed at himself.

The girl's walking posture is very similar to Anya's, the kind that looks particularly energetic.

However, Ling Yanshan quickly saw that the other party was not Anya, his eyes swept over the other party's skirt, and soon looked elsewhere.

(End of this chapter)