The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Early the next morning, Zhao Shuya was still in Jing cangbei's arms, and her mobile phone rang.

It's Yuanyuan calling.

"Are you up? Tidy up and I'll pick you up later." Yuanyuan's voice came over.

"What is it?" Zhao Shuya still hasn't recovered.

"I'm sure you'll be surprised." Yuanyuan said happily, "hurry up, I'm walking to your house, and I'll be there in about 20 minutes."

"I'm today..." before Zhao Shuya finished speaking, Yuanyuan had already hung up the phone.

Zhao Shuya, "..."

Even when someone slept so close, Jing cangbei naturally heard the conversation between Zhao Shuya and Yuanyuan. He said in a hoarse voice, "but last night you promised me to accompany long long with me."

Zhao Shuya, "..."

"What you heard just now is not that I don't want to accompany you and long long, Yuanyuan..." before Zhao Shuya finished speaking, Jing cangbei interrupted.

"Is there anything more important than being with my son and me?" Jing cangbei asked, "are we important or Yuanyuan important?"

Or is that man important?

But he didn't say what he said later, because if he asked, he and Zhao Shuya would be over.

"Well cangbei, can you stop being so unreasonable?" Zhao Shuya said impatiently.

She was with him yesterday. Why is he still like this?

"Can't I have my own business?" Zhao Shuya looked at Jing cangbei and said, "ask yourself, how much time have you spent with me in these years?"

"You heard what happened just now. I have enough time to say," said Zhao Shuya. "What do you want me to do? When she comes, why don't you talk to her yourself?"

Zhao Shuya went to wash angrily after saying that.

With Jing cangbei's bitter smile, "so you still chose him, right?"

It's a pity that Zhao Shuya didn't hear what he said.

When Zhao Shuya packed up and came out of the bathroom, Jing cangbei was no longer in the bedroom.

When Zhao Shuya came downstairs, Jing cangbei was making a phone call in the living room, and his voice was very gentle, "long long is good, dad has something to do today, I'm sorry."

Jing cangbei is apologizing to long long.

Over there, long long didn't speak and lowered his head. He didn't know what he was thinking. Jing Mu answered the phone, "Xiao Bei, didn't you agree yesterday? Why did you change your mind again?"

"Is your business that important? Can't you push it?"

Jingcangbei, "..."

Glancing at Zhao Shuya who had already walked to the door, "sorry, mom."

Over there, Mrs. Jing didn't know what she said, and then hung up the phone.

The door closed at this moment.

Zhao Shuya still left.

Jing cangbei hissed, picked up the car key on the table and followed out.

"Where are you taking me?" After getting on the bus, Zhao Shuya asked.

"You'll know when you get there." Yuanyuan winked mysteriously, "now there is no surprise."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Shuya smiled helplessly.

The depression caused by things in the morning also disappeared.

"Did your husband get well yesterday?" Yuanyuan asked.

"Well, much better." Zhao Shuya was stunned.

When I left in the morning, I seemed to forget that he was still ill.

Yuanyuan didn't find her strange, and smiled sarcastically, "unexpectedly, this man also pretended to be sick and jealous, which is really naive."

Zhao Shuya didn't say anything and looked out the window.