After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 1015 The Sudden Melon
After running around outside for so long, I finally returned to Beicheng.

Nan Song and Yu Jinwen took little Nezha back to the Yu family's old house. They were welcomed by everyone in the Yu family. As soon as they entered the door, they were blocked by the housekeeper and servants. Everyone looked at their little young master. What did they think? No matter how much I like it, the hearts of those who watch it will melt.

The two elders of the Yu family also couldn't wait to take their great-grandson into their arms. They took turns holding him, loving him so much that they couldn't take their eyes off him. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were full of affection. "The little guy is growing up so fast. He has grown up a lot, too." It’s sinking.”

Mrs. Yu sighed in surprise.

Mr. Yu said: "Aren't all children like this? They wish they could jump a little bit every day, but after a while, they will grow into piglets and you won't be able to hold them."

"You're just a little pig."

Mrs. Yu glanced at her husband and said, "We are obviously little Nezha."

"Okay, okay, little Nezha."

Mr. Yu didn't have a bad temper either. He leaned on the bed and smiled with his eyes narrowed.

Yu Jinwen sighed softly in his heart.

People say that they are friends from another generation, but his grandfather has been very strict with him since he was a child. He seldom smiles and saves all the smiles for his son. It turns out that this is a "kiss from another generation".

After hearing the news, the second and third masters of Yu's family also came over. Everyone gathered around the child, and everyone liked it very much. This was the first child of the Yu family's great-grandson. It's a fresh and cute time for children.

Little Nezha is also very considerate. He doesn't cry when hugged by anyone, and at most he frowns.

Said: I am tired.

Nan Sancai and Director Wen also rushed over to see the child excitedly, trotting all the way. Director Wen couldn't outrun Nan Sancai, and chased after him shouting: "You are an old man, you are running so fast, be careful not to let him go." Fight, I can’t put it together for you..."

Mr. Nan sneered at this.

"Use you? Old man, my legs and feet are very flexible!"

As a result, I almost tripped over the threshold as soon as I entered the door, but luckily I was caught in time.

Man, he must have a strong mouth in this life.

Nan Song was startled by his grandfather. He squatted down and checked the old man's legs and feet. After making sure that they were fine, he was so shocked that he scolded the old man.

"Why are you running? We can't leave the child here. You are already in your 70s and you are still racing. You two think you are still young men of [-] or [-] years old..." Nan Song gave severe criticism. Yu Jinwen He also agreed with a straight face.

Two old men, Nan Sancai and Wen Haifeng, sat there and scolded each other. They dared to be angry but dared not speak out, with child-like grievances on their faces. Old and young, old and young, nothing more than that.

Little Nezha played with everyone for a while and then fell asleep.

Seeing the little guy, Nan Sancai and Wen Haifeng smiled.

They are still bickering now.

Wen Haifeng looked at little Nezha and felt that his heart was about to melt. He couldn't help but admire Yu Xingyan: "It really looks like A Jin when he was a child. He is just the same mold..."

Yu Xingyan squinted and nodded.

Nan Sancai quit and argued in a low voice: "It's obviously like Xiao Song's childhood!"

"Still more like A Jin, he is a boy after all."

"What's wrong with the boy? Doesn't Erxiao's mother know..."

Just this can make a noise for a long time.

Nan Song and Yu Jinwen listened with helplessness.

These elders have been arguing since they were young, and they have been arguing until they are old. They are still arguing when they are great-grandfathers, and they don't find it annoying.

Nan Song looked at them, unconsciously thinking of Yu Jinwen and his plastic brothers, and said: "I guess when you, Fu Yu, Zhao Xu and the others get older, I'm afraid you will end up arguing like grandpa and the others until they grow old. You’ve probably lost your teeth and you’re still noisy.”

"I won't argue with them."

Yu Jinwen said from the bottom of his heart, "I despise them."

"Hahaha……"

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Yu Jinwen couldn't be idle after returning to Beicheng.

He accumulated a lot of work while recuperating in Messuri. He didn't feel embarrassed after being a hands-off shopkeeper for such a long time. However, He Zhao was almost bald and moved all the pending work into the CEO's office. Behind the office, He Zhao raised a hand behind a mountain of documents, "I'm applying for annual leave!"

"stop."

Without raising his head, Yu Jinwen looked at the document in his hand and said calmly: "I will give you a few extra days of annual leave this year so that you can relax and unwind."

"Really?" He Zhao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he thought to himself: You still have some conscience.

He had already arranged the annual vacation itinerary in his mind, and Yu Jinwen said, "Ten days, is it enough?"

"Clap."

A heart that had just become beautiful was broken again.

"goodbye!"

He Zhao was angry, "I want to resign, I quit!"

It is better to expect a sow to climb a tree than to expect capitalists to have a conscience.

"return."

Yu Jinwen finally raised his head.

He Zhao stopped, stood at the door and looked at the boss angrily, pointed at his face, and then at his hair, "Look at my face, there must be at least ten wrinkles! Old man!" I’m almost ten years old! And my hair is falling out in handfuls. There has never been a precedent for baldness in our family. Can’t we start the Mediterranean era here? Then how can I marry a wife in the future? It’s too difficult for me Already..."

He really wanted to cry, but he couldn't squeeze out the tears.

"I know you have worked hard these days."

Yu Jinwen looked at him with an apologetic expression.

The expression on He Zhao's face dropped, and he suddenly became wary again when he saw Yu Jinwen, "Wait, wait... you have never used this trick before. Do you have another conspiracy..."

"There is still conspiracy, you are suffering from persecution paranoia."

Yu Jinwen rolled his eyes at him angrily, put down the pen, opened the drawer, took out a stack of concert tickets, and handed them to He Zhao, "Look at this."

He Zhao took it and was stunned for a moment when he saw it, "Vienna New Year Concert?!"

"Ah."

After working for a long time, Yu Jinwen leaned back in his chair tiredly and said, "Don't you always want to take your parents and your little boyfriend to the concert? Xiao Song has always remembered it. Let's take the family to have fun. , I will reimburse you for food, clothing, housing and transportation.”

"I rely on!"

He Zhao had never thought that such a good thing would happen in his life. He looked at Yu Jinwen in disbelief, "Am I dreaming? When did you become so kind!"

"Don't put a high hat on me."

Yu Jinwen turned his neck and said, "Xiao Song's idea."

When he mentioned his wife, a gentle smile appeared on his lips unconsciously. In terms of delicacy and thoughtfulness, no one could compare to his Xiaosong. She was so proud.

"Thank you ma'am!"

He Zhao smiled and put away the tickets, "Then I'm not welcome!"

Nan Song received a long thank-you and rainbow fart from He Zhao. She was convinced by He Zhao's words and was now becoming more and more coaxing. She wondered if it was because of the influence of his little boyfriend. Thinking of this, she asked Yu Jinwen , "Have you met He Zhao's boyfriend?"

"No."

Yu Jinwen leaned on the bedside and looked at tomorrow's meeting schedule. He thought for a while and said, "It's quite mysterious. He Zhao has been hiding it from anyone. It is said that he is a third-tier star."

"Oh, you have to keep a low profile."

Nowadays, the general public is much more accepting of all kinds of love. However, due to the constraints of the general environment, there are few people in the industry who really dare to come out.

Since He Zhao didn't want to share it, Nan Song resisted his desire to gossip and didn't ask again.

She was looking at the latest issue of pictures of cultural relics restored by her grandfather and the others on her tablet, when a dialog box popped up on WeChat. When she clicked on it, it was actually from Song Xiao.

Song Xiao is an artist under Nanxing Media and Gu Fang's nephew.

The two only contacted each other occasionally.

Nan Song originally thought that the text message Song Xiao sent would be an ordinary greeting message, but when he opened it, it turned out to be a thank you message with a picture attached, which was the ticket for the concert!

"watt?"

Nan Song was stunned by the unexpected love melon.

(End of this chapter)