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Chapter 165 Listen, or not?

Chapter 165 Listen, or not?

Lao Han got a piece of native wood, and used his dexterous nature to grind it into a unique Kung Fu tea tray.Lu Zhenzhong laughed, saying that he didn't know that Lao Han had such a refined taste.Lao Han replied solemnly, all because "Bing Bing likes it".

Compared with Lu Zhenzhong and Sang Baiyue's constant parents, Bingbulin and Han Jicheng's married life seems very peaceful.Bingbulin's parents were inseparable when she was a teenager. When she was studying abroad, her proud mother almost wanted to divorce, but she was held back by her humble father.

After the years that were most prone to accidents, the old couple survived and became close companions.During the Chinese New Year, Bingbulin didn't want to take Lao Han back to the small town, and Bing's mother couldn't bear to let Bing's father live too lonely in the new year, so she went back to her hometown alone.

Han Jicheng wants to take Bingbulin to visit relatives and friends, but Bingbulin refuses to let go.When I asked, I learned that Bingbulin was afraid of being judged and commented, afraid of being said to be the third party who destroyed Han Jicheng's previous marriage.

Looking at her overly beautiful face, Han Jicheng took it for granted, so he had no choice but to put away his show off.

Because Bingbulin refused to deeply participate in Han Jicheng's seven aunts and eight aunts visiting relatives and friends, the two only had a reunion dinner with Han's parents during the Chinese New Year.Hearing about Bingbulin's worries in advance, Lao Han paid special attention to his parents' attitude, and found that his parents were not salty or indifferent to Bingbulin and Xiaoshitou, and they were cold-hearted, and even turned their backs on him a little bit. face each other.

Old Han was furious.If it weren't for Bingbulin's coaxing and persuading, he would have almost flipped the table.

Ever since he saw his family's faces, Lao Han refused to bring Bingbulin and Xiaoshitou no matter how his parents called.

Oh, I seem to have forgotten to explain that Han Jicheng is 6 years younger than Bingbulin.Bingbulin is well maintained, and the two of them stand together, and there is no age difference.

Bingbulin's fluffy curly hair was tied obliquely, hanging from one shoulder to the front of her body, curled up on the sofa comfortably, holding an exaggerated teacup in her hand to warm her hands.

Lao Han took a velvet blanket from nowhere and helped Bingbulin cover her legs and feet.Subconsciously explained: "Her knee joints are not very good. She can't catch the cold."

Bingbulin smiled: "It was frozen in Germany."

"You were too smug when you were young, right?" Old Han answered.

"I'm also very young now, okay?" Bingbulin replied.

"Yes, you are forever young." Old Han smiled.

Lu Zhenzhong couldn't help lowering his head.The unexpected dog food made him feel mixed.He could only lower his head to avoid accidentally showing an expression that shouldn't appear on his face.

Sang Baiyue propped her head on her hands, laughing in a nice voice.Lu Zhenzhong is more familiar with her now, and knows that it's a smile of entertainment rather than sincerity.

When Sang Baiyue was chatting with Bingbulin, Lao Han consciously put on his apron and went into the kitchen.Lu Zhenzhong also followed in bored.Seeing that the technical nerd was handling the ingredients with the caution of an experimenter, Lu Zhenzhong wanted to laugh.

"Is cooking interesting?" Lu Zhenzhong asked.

"That depends on who it is for."

After a while, Lu Zhenzhong continued to ask, "Excuse me, what's the difference between the two marriages?"

"Be sure to marry the person you like! It will make you feel that every day is new and every wake up is full of strength."

After a while, Lu Zhenzhong asked again.

"If one day, your parents insist that she have another child..."

"There won't be that day. I can solve all the troubles on my parents' side." Lao Han interrupted Lu Zhenzhong with a firm tone.

"So confident?"

"My parents dare to cause trouble, let alone grandchildren, I will let them have no sons."

"So cruel?"

"Parents also need to be educated."

Lu Zhenzhong was completely silent.He gets it.Compared with Han Jicheng, his stance is too unstable, his attitude is too vacillating, and he is too obedient to his parents.

Only people like Lao Han who dare to wield a knife against their own lives can live free and unfettered.

He doesn't need to copy it, but it is very worth learning.

Just as Lu Zhenzhong was actively reflecting, Sang Baiyue's scream came from the living room.Lu Zhenzhong rushed towards the living room subconsciously.Something terrible must have happened.An introverted person like Sang Baiyue would not lose her composure and scream easily.

When Lu Zhenzhong came to the living room at a brisk pace, he found that the people in the living room were still in the same condition as when he left.Bingbulin was still curled up lazily in the corner of the sofa under a blanket, but her expression had changed at the moment.Seen from Sang Baiyue's back, she seemed to have been stabbed in the abdomen, and she bent over and fell short.

"What's wrong?" Lu Zhenzhong hurriedly said.

"I don't know...she just answered the phone..." Bingbulin grabbed Lao Han's hand and said helplessly.

Lu Zhenzhong broke the weeping Sang Baiyue's hand, turned on the phone, and found that the received call showed "Mom".Mama San!The mother-in-law who disappeared for almost 3 months!

While hugging Sang Baiyue who was crying into a ball, Lu Zhenzhong called his mother-in-law back.

The phone was connected normally.The mother-in-law's voice rang in my ears: "Didn't I tell you to tell you to come back after the third year of junior high? Stop calling. I'm tired and need a good sleep."

Lu Zhenzhong blurted out: "Mom? Is Dad okay?"

The person on the other side of the phone paused: "It's Zhenzhong. You come back tomorrow too. Don't call back today, I want to catch up on sleep."

Lu Zhenzhong was still trying to find a way to speak, but his mother-in-law hung up the phone.

Sang Baiyue has passed the initial emotional moment, and now she is able to hold herself.

Bingbulin came to her senses and kept handing tissues to Sang Baiyue.

"What's going on?" Old Han asked stupidly with his technically bewildered eyes.Bingbulin gave him a reproachful look.Lu Zhenzhong rubbed Sang Baiyue's back, but didn't speak.

Because Sang Baiyue was no longer in the mood to be a guest, she called the children home.Sang Ziqi can copy it away, but Xiao Zhenqi can't be coaxed away, and coercion and temptation are useless.Bingbulin intercedes for Xiaozhenqi, saying that staying at their house can just relieve Xiaoshitou's loneliness, and they wish for nothing.

Without saying a word, Sang Baiyue left Xiao Zhenqi behind.

Lu Zhenzhong told his daughter to be good, and to pick her up before dinner.

"You'd better pick it up after dinner." Little Shitou answered like an adult.

"You'd better pick it up tomorrow." Xiao Zhenqi added.

Lu Zhenzhong glared at his daughter embarrassingly, and said goodbye to Bingbulin and Lao Han.Sang Baiyue had already left without a trace.

He ran away from home for nearly 3 months with no news about his life or death, and now he finally returns.I have to say that the mother-in-law and the old father-in-law are quite unique.

This pair of willful and mischievous parents at the critical moment forbade them to return to their homes in the city today on the phone.It's not his turn to make a decision, and I don't know if Sang Baiyue will comply with this request.

After quickly catching up with Sang Baiyue, Lu Zhenzhong took his son from her hand: "You are in such a hurry, are you going back to the city?"

Sang Baiyue couldn't help but stop, her face was a bit hesitant: "Yes. I'm in such a hurry... My mother told me that we won't be allowed back today."

"Listen, or not?"

 In the morning, I have a chapter to spare, so let’s go first.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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