The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

After picking up the phone, Huang's father didn't speak at this time, but his eyebrows were twisted together again, and his fingers were still wagging slightly.

"How is he doing now~!"

As soon as the very hoarse voice came out, the person on the other end of the phone suddenly became silent.

The two mothers and daughters who were howling just now stopped crying now. One supported the other and looked longingly at the person who answered the phone.

Huang Yaqin looked at her father and stopped talking. She sniffed her disobedient nose and tugged on her mother's arm. Her expression was extremely aggrieved.

"The operation was successful, all the shrapnel was removed, and it is now stable..."

On the other end of the phone, Lao Zheng scratched his hair and tried his best to choose words that would not irritate his family members. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were squeezed out anxiously.

"I ask you, how are you doing?"

Faced with Zheng Chaoyang's nonsense, Father Huang took a deep breath without a smile and continued to ask without any emotion.

"I haven't woken up yet. I went to check again just now. He is still sleeping and can't get out of bed yet!"

The anxious mother Huang on the side, her eyes turned red, grabbed the phone from her husband's hand before he could continue to ask.

"I'm telling you, Zheng Chaoyang, my old Huang has been with you for so many years, and you tricked him like this. Our son-in-law listened to your instructions and ran south. Can you tell me whether he is dead or alive now? Xin, I will never look for you again, and my old Huang will never look for you again!"

Zheng Chaoyang on the other end of the phone didn't expect that Lao Huang's lover was still there on the other end of the phone. He scolded her and hurriedly held the phone away from his ears, his face twisted and folds turned into ravines.

Fortunately, there was no one in the office. Otherwise, if someone else saw this scene, he would laugh out loud. Facing Li Feng's mother-in-law who looked like a machine gun, he quickly turned his head and thought about how to deal with it.

"Don't use me like Lao Huang to deal with this or that. Let me tell you, it's useless to talk. If you don't make it clear, I have to find Bai Ling to deal with you. Are there any people who are so deceitful as you? During the Chinese New Year, you let our family How do you spend this year, how do you spend it!"

"Hey~Oh~~Oh, calm down, Sister Ying~~!"

"I can't calm down. The baby is about to be born. If you let him be born, he will lose his father, right? He is the only child. His father is dead, and he is also dead. You let his mother have white hair and give birth to black hair. Yes or no!"

Lao Zheng was very aggrieved at this time. After taking a breath of air, he slapped his forehead heavily with his palm.

"He's not dead. He's lying on the hospital bed fine. Give Lao Huang the phone and I'll talk to him!"

Huang's mother was a little doubtful. She wiped the tears from her eyes and dropped the phone directly into Huang's hand. She hugged her daughter's head and pressed her cheek against it.

"It's okay, Yaqin, he won't lie to you!"

Seeing that the fire in his backyard has reached the roof, Huang's father is also mute and eating Coptidis chinensis. Even these guys ran up to Shanghai, so he can still run over.

"That old Huang, he is fine for the time being. The doctor also said that he may wake up at any time. This is not a good thing. Mainly, there are other considerations now."

"In what way?"

Glancing at the mother and daughter who had already sat down on the sofa, Lao Huang heard the unspeakable hidden meaning in Lao Zheng's words. He pressed the receiver a little closer to his ear, trying not to irritate the two people on the other side.

"Have you read today's newspaper?"

"Newspapers, do they have anything to do with this?"

Lao Huang didn't see the newspaper today. He didn't go to class. He was looking at his daughter, afraid that she would do something stupid. How could he know about Wang Zha in the newspaper today.

"I heard that some kind of plane was shot down!"

On the other hand, Huang's mother glared at Lao Huang angrily. No matter how tight you pressed her, she could still hear you. "Shoot down the plane?"

Lao Huang looked at his lover and then at the receiver. He didn't know how he got involved with his son-in-law. They couldn't get along with each other.

"Ahem, hiss, what should I say? The shooting down had nothing to do with him, but he caught the pilot who parachuted after the shooting down. He was also shot during the arrest. I didn't find out until I got to the place!"

"and then?"

Lao Huang's voice was a little louder, and he kept tapping his fingers on the phone table. Huang's mother could tell that her husband was angry. He would only have these changes when he was angry.

"I'm telling you, Zheng Chaoyang, if you hadn't gotten him over, these things wouldn't have happened. Don't even think about getting rid of the relationship!"

Even though she was not near the phone, Huang Ma's words still reached Zheng Chaoyang's ears clearly.

"Okay, can you stop talking and let him explain clearly!"

Dad Huang covered the microphone, faced his lover's eyes that wanted to gouge him out, and yelled loudly, but the voice behind him became quieter and quieter, and his confidence was slightly lacking.

"Well, the purpose of calling is to ask your daughter to come. There are some things that require her cooperation!"

Lao Huang, who was listening carefully, finally changed his face at this time. He turned red and white, and the veins in his hand that was holding the phone bulged out.

"Are you done, Zheng Chaoyang? My Yaqin is already pregnant in July or August. You ask her to go to Shanghai. Do you know how far it is? There are three long and two shortcomings on the road. It will be useless if I peel off your skin!"

"Stop, stop, stop, I know, Sister Ying, the higher ups asked her to take the passenger plane and arrive after a short sleep. It's very safe. That's what you do. You know, planes are much safer than others!"

Rubbing the sweat on his cheeks, Ren Zheng Chaoyang, who has eighteen martial arts skills, was extremely frightened when he saw the roaring Siberian tiger in the forest, and his tone was very soft. This was something that no subordinate had ever seen before. kind.

"What do you think, sister...?"

"Don't call me sister, you are so capable, how could I have a brother like you!"

"Okay, okay, okay, Comrade Zou Ying, let me tell you, on the one hand, an injured person like him needs external stimulation. A similar thing happened to a colleague of his in the hospital once!"

"...!"

Huang's mother, who was holding the microphone, was doubtful. She had never heard of her son-in-law's medical skills. Even Lao Huang beside her felt that this matter sounded so unreliable.

"Liu Liu~!"

"I heard from my mother-in-law that something happened. The man's name was Xu Damao, and he was awakened by "stimulation." That man was bad, and he was framed later!"

The handkerchief in the palm of his hand was already wet. Xiao Huang nodded seriously. The faucet in the corner of his eyes was temporarily turned off, and he looked at his parents who were holding the phone expectantly.

"Look, look, of course, this is only one aspect. The main thing is that the court is going to be held here to try the pilot who fired the gun. How can we allow him to run rampant and shoot people on our land? We will not let him go. As a family member of the victim, your daughter must appear in court to witness!"

"Crack~!"

Even though Lao Zheng said it as politely as possible, there was no surprise that there was no sound on the other end of the phone and he hung up so simply.

Old Zheng, with a painful look on his face, sat back on the stool and slowly lit a cigarette.

I didn't smoke it, just watched it burn. (End of chapter)