MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 31

[All the things I learned in school were returned to the teacher. Liang Qiuyang asked me a math question today, saying that his fans took him for the test. It took me an hour to solve it. It turned out to be the heart-shaped line on the coordinates. 】

When I went out, Song Bailao was talking to someone in the study.

He drank too much the past two days. When he woke up, he said that he had a headache and a cold and nausea. Anyway, he was not feeling well, so he simply stopped going to the company and started working from home. Even whoever wanted to meet, they would directly recruit them to the mountain, and they would also use video calls for meetings.

In the past two days, people in the family came and went, and from time to time, I could hear scolding and scolding from the study. Everyone, without exception, went in with a look of apprehension, and when they came out, they bowed their heads.

"I have given you many opportunities, my patience is limited Zhang Shikuan. Since you can't meet my requirements, I can only go to someone else. You can stop using the company tomorrow, Get out."

I walked past the door of the study and listened to Song Bailao's words. Just as I was about to leave, the door opened in front of me, and a haggard, sloppy middle-aged man came out. Holding a stack of papers in his arms, he walked hurriedly, looking rather embarrassed.

It was just a quick meeting, but I remember him. Before Xia Sheng was trained by Song Bailao, Li Xun also said that others were good, but the project had not progressed, and there was some pity for the other party in his words.

It seems that Song Bailao has exhausted his patience after all, and is too lazy to give him another chance.

I glanced at the closed door, and there was a faint voice of Li Xun inside.

"Don't be angry, there is always another way..."

Afraid that I might touch Song Bailao's bad head again, I quickly and silently passed the study, and scurried downstairs, like a big rat with agile movements.

Today, Ning Shi rarely took the initiative to contact me and said that I would make a video call with Youyou.

I don't know why she is so kind all of a sudden, but as long as I can see Youyou, even a photo or a video makes me happy, I don't want to care about her original intention.

Everyone is in good spirits when it comes to happy events. I ate half a bowl of rice at noon, and I managed to stay up until the afternoon.

This time, instead of making an appointment at a cafe, she met at a tea room for afternoon tea. The separate tatami room, looking out, can see the landscape of the courtyard with dry landscape, which is quieter and more suitable for talking.

She picked some tea powder into a bowl and added a little hot water to make a paste. Then add boiling water, pick up the tea whisk at hand and beat and whisk quickly until the surface of the tea soup forms dense white foam.

"Good."

I know nothing about the tea ceremony. She made the tea and handed it to me, and I took it carefully, not knowing whether to **** the foam on top or drink the soup below.

"How will Song Bailao treat you?" She drew the gourd in the same way, picked the tea powder again, and made a second bowl of tea.

"Well, it's good." The temperature of the tea is just right in the mouth, a bit bitter, and the aftertaste is long, which is also considered a unique taste.

She quickly finished the second bowl of tea, but instead of drinking it directly like I did, she held it in the palm of her hand and looked at it for a while, then lifted it up and smelled it, and finally it was the entrance.

She is so slow, which makes me really impatient, but she has the initiative and the right to speak. I don't have any right to speak except waiting quietly.

"Luo Qinghe's campaign advertisements are all over the place recently, and he is really well-funded. I heard from Yun Sheng that the competition for seats in this term is very fierce, and even the Ruan family has joined the campaign team."

"The Ruan family?"

I have some impressions of this surname, but it is not too deep, and it is generally more unfamiliar than familiar.

Drinking tea, Ning Shi raised her head and gave me a look, not too harsh, but it just gave me the illusion of a flying knife slashing coldly across my face.

"Xiasheng's competitor, another high mountain in the energy industry - the Ruan family of the 'Yanhua Century'. You have been married to Song Bailao for so long, don't you even know who his opponent is?"

When she said this, I found that I really didn't know much about Song Bailao.

Mainly, I am often in a state where I will be handed a divorce agreement anytime, anywhere. If I don't do anything, his imagination is full of imagination. It's me seducing him and I want to be his son's mother. If I show any signs of being too concerned, he will definitely think that I'm planning something behind my back. .

"I heard him mention it before, but I forgot." I coughed lightly and lowered my head in shame.

"Although Yanhua Century is side by side with Xia Sheng, the Ruan family is not as lucky as Xia Qiao, and the children and grandchildren are very unsatisfactory. It is said that the children of the Luan family are worse than each other, and the only alpha met last year. A female star, Feiqing will not marry within a few months, making the Ruan family uneasy, so angry that his father almost went to the hospital."

I'm not really interested in other gossip, Ning Shi said, I just go in one ear and go out the other. Staring at the thick green liquid on the table, when the foam in the tea soup was about to disappear, Ning Shi finally stopped in a conscious sense of boredom and ended the conversation of the Ruan family.

"Okay, I know you're thinking about your children, and you don't have the heart to listen to me." She took out her phone from her bag and tapped the screen with her fingertips, "Take it."

I have been waiting for this moment for a whole day, and even breathing carefully when I took the phone, if a truck suddenly crashed into the outside at this moment, I am afraid I will also protect the phone first In his arms, he regarded it as more important than his own life.

The phone shows that it is connected, it rings a few times, and the other end is connected. The picture rotates and freezes on a young and delicate face.

I suddenly thank Ning Shi for letting me get used to it gradually with a little bit of photos, videos, and phone calls, and it won't be too exciting all at once. If she had let me have a video call with my child in the first place, I would have had a rapid heartbeat and difficulty breathing, and it would have been too late to calm the violent beating in my chest.

"How are you?"

question.

It really came to my eyes, and when I saw him appear alive on the other end of the phone, my mind suddenly became barren, and words, thoughts, sorrows and joys disappeared. His lips twitched spontaneously, and the words that came out were bland and dry.

"I'm fine." He seemed to be no stranger to me, and brought his face very close, taking up most of the camera, "Are you a father?"

"Um, yes, I'm dad. Are you... Youyou?"

What the **** am I asking?

I am an adult, but I don't have a child who can handle it well.

"Yeah, I'm Youyou." He said and changed his posture, the camera only shot to his chest for a few seconds, but soon returned to his face, this time he was far away from the camera Some, let me see his whole face.

"What are you doing?" he asked me curiously, as if he wanted to get out of the screen and come directly to me.

"I'm drinking tea with my grandma." I showed him the tea bowl in front of me, and took a picture of the surrounding environment.

When the camera was brought to Ning Shi, she was drinking tea with a tea bowl, Youyou saw her and called her loudly: "Grandma!"

Ning Shi made a move, looked up and gave him a smile: "Youyou is really good."

After that, Youyou sang two nursery rhymes for me and recited a few ancient poems for me. Half an hour later, he said he had to do his homework and said goodbye to me.

"Can't...can't we chat for a while?" The phone was getting hot, but I was still reluctant to hang up. Even if you don't speak, just put the phone next to him and let me look at him.

Youyou pursed her lips and seemed to be in distress. At this moment, Ning Shi suddenly leaned over and took the phone from my hand.

I subconsciously wanted to grab it back, and as soon as I stood up, I heard her say to the phone, "Go do your homework." Then she put away the phone neatly.

I sat back down in frustration, those complex emotions of excitement, joy, and rebirth were slowly lost their vitality like a blade of grass whose roots were cut off when the phone was hung up. , again classified as a wasteland.

Ning Shi added some boiling water to the rest of the tea soup, and took two sips: "You are chatting so vigorously now, have you ever thought about how to pick him up and live with him?"

I really thought about it. The difficulty in this matter is how to explain the existence of Youyou to Song Bailao. If he rejects the idea of ​​having children with me, and doesn't even want to recognize Youyou, then I will...

"Can I get a divorce then?" I asked Ning Shi.

She stood there holding a bowl, looking at me like she was looking at a frog that could bloom or a dancing stone, full of wonder and incomprehension.

"You have no love for Song Bailao... No, you really have no love for alpha."

In her opinion, I, who easily got this title, should not be talking about stealing the fun, but I should be clinging to Song Bailao. It's unbelievable to even file for divorce now.

"Everyone's pursuit is different. I regard it as a treasure, but you abandon it, and vice versa." Walk.

"That's fine."

The frightened deer in the yard suddenly made a "click".

I looked at her inexplicably: "What?"

She held her chin and said, "Why did you regret it back then?"

Her words seemed to be insane, but I immediately understood what she was talking about.

Those painful memories, not so good pasts, are all I try to avoid. It used to be because of guilt, now because of fear.

After knowing that I was pregnant, Ning Shi secretly sent me to a private clinic for elective induction of labor.

At first, I didn't want the child in my womb, after all, he is not a product of "love", and no one expected his birth, so I signed the consent form for the operation. But soon, something happened that made me change my mind. I began to want to give birth to the child, to raise him, to become a "mother"...different from Ning Shi.

However, Ning Shi did not allow me to have such absurd thoughts. She was furious at my renegade, angrily accused me of being a shameless **, and humiliated her.

She asked the nurse to hold my hands and feet and ordered the doctor to push the anaesthetic into my body. During this period, no matter how much I cried and begged her, she always stood on the sidelines and remained unmoved. The effect of the medicine took effect quickly, and it seemed like a few seconds after I lost consciousness, but when I woke up again, there was a scar on my lower abdomen.

Seven years ago, we were accomplices and accomplices.

I always thought I killed him, and Ning Shi and I killed that child together.

When I knew that he was still alive, I was filled with joy, and every inch was illuminated by the sun.

"Because you can see from the back window of the ward...there is a kindergarten there." I smiled at Ning Shi and left the tea room.

On the way home, I bought a few cups of tiramisu at a bakery as a "souvenir" for Song Mo.

Because it happened to hit the evening rush hour, the car was a little jammed along the way, and I stopped and drove up the mountain, which made my stomach feel uncomfortable.

When I entered the door, I smelled the aroma of food, but it was just in time for dinner. Ning Shi's cup of bitter tea made me lose my appetite, so I gave the cake box to Sister Nine, I sat down and filled a bowl of soup, asking the servants not to bring me rice.

Song Bailao seems to be very busy today. He is using his mobile phone to answer emails at the dinner table. When he sees something wrong, he directly calls the person who wrote the email and scolds him.

Because of having my tiramisu for dessert, Song Mo smiled unconsciously on his face: "Mom, the teacher accompanied me to watch "Qiqi Paradise" today! "

"Qiqi Paradise" is the cartoon released recently. I have been trying to find time to watch it with him, but in the end I asked his tutor to take the lead.

"Does it look good?"

"Yeah!" He nodded vigorously and looked at me with a look of anticipation, "I want to go to the amusement park."

The soup was a little greasy today, and the nausea did not subside, but intensified...

"Okay, when will I take you..." I slammed my mouth and retched a few times.

Song Bailao, who was sitting opposite, interrupted the conversation abruptly, took out the phone and frowned at me.

"What are you doing?"

In addition to vomiting, what else can I do like this? I was too lazy to pay attention to him and tried to suppress the nausea, but it was not very successful.

After a rapid stomach churning, I finally couldn't hold it in any longer, covered my mouth and quickly rushed to the toilet, the chair swept across the floor and made a great movement.

And two seconds later, almost the same sound followed.