80s: Little Sweet Wife

Zhao Yinghua recognized Yan Mingshun as a junior on the train at a glance, his eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled and shook hands with him, looking a little grand.

After all, shaking hands is generally a courtesy between adults. Yan Mingshun is only a minor, but Zhao Yinghua doesn't want to underestimate this young man. He seems to see himself twenty years ago in Yan Mingshun.

It's just that he doesn't like Yan Mingshun too much, he always feels like a ghost, and he is a little repulsive subconsciously, and he can't tell the reason.

"It's a coincidence, it's only an afternoon before we meet again!" Zhao Yinghua smiled.

Yan Mingshun shook hands with Zhao Yinghua without being humble or arrogant, and said with a smile: "The world is so small, I didn't expect you to be Mr. Zhao's brother. I was thinking of coming over and asking Mr. Zhao when to see the doctor!"

Zhao Yingnan was confused, but Yan Xinya explained the encounter on the train to her. Contrary to her husband, she liked Yan Mingshun very much and asked him to sit down and chat.

Yan Mingshun politely said a few words, and made an appointment with Zhao Yinghua for a consultation time. Zhao Yinghua wanted to go tomorrow, but Yan Xinya was unwilling, "Tomorrow I will go to see her goddaughter performance with Yingnan, or the day after tomorrow, anyway, I am nothing. It's an emergency, it's okay to be late."

Zhao Yingnan smiled and said, "Brother, why don't you go and watch it together, my eyebrow dancing is really nice, you will definitely regret it if you don't watch it."

Zhao Yinghua was hesitant. He was not very worried about his wife's health, so he would have to go with him. But that day, there would definitely be a lot of government officials in the theater.

When Yan Mingshun heard Meimei, he couldn't help but glance at Yan Xinya again, his complexion looked much better than during the day, and his face when he smiled lightly was even more similar to Wu Mei.

"Forgive me, Auntie, is your name Yan Xinya?" Yan Mingshun couldn't help asking.

Yan Xinya looked at Yan Mingshun and Zhao Yingnan in surprise. She thought it was her sister-in-law who told Yan Mingshun her name, but Zhao Yingnan was so surprised that she waved her hand hurriedly, indicating that she didn't say anything.

"No one told me, I guessed it, are you wondering why I know your name, Auntie?" Yan Mingshun asked in return.

He continued, "Actually, a little girl told me. She said that there was a person who looked very similar to her and had a cinnabar mole. She said that this person's name was Yan Xinya."

Yan Xinya's heart twitched inexplicably. She suddenly thought of the dream she had a month ago. In the dream, a beautiful little girl called her mother and called her "help". That was her brow!

"What's that little girl's name? Is she really similar to me? Where is she?" Yan Xinya asked eagerly, an urgency she didn't understand herself.

Yan Mingshun said slowly: "Mr. Zhao also knows this little girl. Her name is Wu Mei, and she is Mr. Zhao's goddaughter. You will go to see her performance tomorrow."

Zhao Yingnan opened his mouth in astonishment and looked at Xiong Mumu subconsciously, "Did you say your little aunt's name to Meimei?"

Xiong Mumu shouted injustice: "It's the first time I heard my little aunt's name. How did this stinky girl know? Damn it!"