Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 703 The woman's expression is wrong

Chapter 703 The woman's expression is wrong

When Chen Xuewen heard this, a smile appeared on his face: "They are coming back, all of them are coming back."

Tang Qing was stunned for a moment, then a glimmer of light appeared in his dull eyes, and he excitedly stretched out his calloused hand.

Holding Chen Xuewen's face, he said, "Son, that's great. You're finally coming back.

Hahahaha~~

You are really my own son, my dear boy.

You are really capable."

She was so excited that she was a little incoherent, and as she spoke, tears began to well up in her eyes.

I didn't cry when I was rescued, but now I cried with excitement when I heard that I could get my money back.

Chen Xuewen's mind flashed with memories of his childhood.

My dear son~

Good boy~

These were the nicknames his mother gave him when he was a child.

Haven't heard it in many years.

I didn’t expect to hear it again now.

He was inexplicably excited, but also a little dissatisfied: "Mom, you weren't this excited when I came back.

I got the money back.

Why are you so excited? "

He felt inexplicably dissatisfied, dissatisfied with his mother's enthusiasm for money, even more so than towards him as her son.

Tang Qing touched Chen Xuewen's face and said excitedly: "Of course I am excited. You, your brother, and your father are all running around for money.

You almost died, and your brother is still missing.

Your father is still hiding outside.

It’s all because of lack of money.

Now that you have money, you don't have to go out to work anymore, and your father doesn't have to hide anymore.

We no longer have to live in disarray.

Our family is together.

I'll ask someone to find you a wife so you can live a good life."

Chen Xuewen's eyes welled up with tears when he heard this, thinking he had wrongly blamed his mother.

It turns out that my mother doesn’t like money more.

Instead, I like the days when I can reunite with my family after I become rich.

I care more about him.

His tears burst out in an instant, and he cried in a trembling voice: "Mom, I'm sorry.

My son is talking nonsense, I was wrong."

Tang Qing wiped away Chen Xuewen's tears again: "It's all nonsense, as long as you are in front of Mom and I can see you.

Even if it's nonsense, even if it's a bit of an asshole.

Mom is happy too.”

Ye Changqing was watching from the side and felt his nose a little sore. Suddenly, he also wanted to go home.

I miss the noodles my mother made and the watermelon my father cut.

There is also the sound of Lingling hugging her neck and calling dad.

Once this thought came out, I couldn’t suppress it anymore: “You two should stop chatting for now.

Auntie, I want to ask where Uncle Dongliang is.

His task was to ask a question.

I originally thought that I would be able to return home in the morning after arriving in Jiangkou City, but I didn’t expect that this trip would delay me for so many days.

I even went abroad.

Before Tang Qing could answer, Chen Xuewen spoke first: "Mom, I was able to get the money back thanks to Mr. Ye.

I'll rescue you this time.

It's all thanks to his help.

He was the one who saved me, and he is our family’s benefactor.”

Tang Qing glared at Chen Xuewen and said, "Your mother is not senile.

I know. "

After saying that, he pushed Chen Xuewen aside.

Walking up to Ye Changqing, he said, "Mr. Ye, go home. Follow me home first.

I'll make you a meal.

I want to offer you a glass of wine." Ye Changqing shook his head and refused: "Auntie, don't bother, I have something to ask Uncle Dongliang.

I have a question.”

When we first met, this auntie was so rude that she could kill me.

Ye Changqing was a little unable to adapt to her sudden enthusiasm.

Tang Qing took Ye Changqing's hand and said, "I'll call him in a while and ask him to go home.

Let’s go home first.”

After hearing her say this, Ye Changqing knew that he had to go to Chenjia Village.

Song Yong led his men to arrest several people with shaved heads, and then stood by and waited.

Seeing that Ye Changqing was about to leave, he smiled and walked up to ask for Lu Dingqian's phone number.

Then leave.

Chenjia Village. A table is placed in the courtyard.

On the table, there were several plates of cold dishes, pig ears, pig head, cold mixed shredded vegetables, peanuts, and a plate of beef.

This is the cold dish I bought at the village entrance.

There are also steaming dumplings on the table.

Tang Qing just brought it up and went back into the kitchen.

Chen Xuewen took the chopsticks and warmly entertained Ye Changqing: "Mr. Ye, try the dumplings.

Let me tell you, my mom’s skill in making dumplings is amazing.

In this world, no one makes better dumplings than my mother.

Come, try it."

When Ye Changqing heard him say this, he felt like his mouth was watering. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling, blew on it a few times, and felt ready to put it in his mouth.

Each family puts a dumpling into their mouth.

I chewed it twice. It was celery-filled.

Taste

Ye Changqing felt that the dumplings were just average, far inferior to the ones his mother made.

My mother is very particular about making dumplings because our family was poor when I was a child.

Can't afford shrimp.

She bought dried shrimps, chopped them up with a knife, and put them into the filling.

That flavor doesn’t require any MSG or chicken essence.

Just one word, fresh!

Seeing that no one was talking, Chen Xuewen smiled and said, "Isn't it delicious? Let me put it this way, I've never seen anyone make dumplings better than my mom."

Ye Changqing smiled and said, "Yes, it tastes really good. It's the best I've ever had outside."

At this time, Tang Qing came out of the room again with a plate of dumplings: "Don't listen to Xuewen, he has never eaten good food.

Wait until you get married.

They will complain that my cooking is not tasty.”

Ye Changqing stood up and took the plate with both hands.

The three of them finished their meal while chatting and laughing.

But Chen Dongliang hasn't come back yet.

Ye Changqing was anxious: "Auntie, why don't you call again and urge them."

Tang Qing frowned: "This old guy, I sent a text message, why hasn't he come back yet.

You've been out for so many days, don't you miss home?"

As he spoke, he picked up an old cell phone and pressed a number.

A contact popped up on the phone screen.

The old man next door.

When Ye Changqing saw this, he was stunned for a moment: "Auntie, did you dial the wrong number?

This doesn’t seem to be Uncle Dongliang’s call.”

Tang Qing glanced at the phone screen, then smiled and said, "It's his number.

There are too many people asking for money, and sometimes they even look for their contact information on my phone.

So I changed my name to the old man next door."

Ye Changqing raised his eyebrows. This method was perfect.

drop~

drop~

drop~

Tang Qing had already dialed the number. The sound of the old phone was like a small loudspeaker, and the beeping sound was particularly loud.

But no one answered the phone.

Until it finally hung up automatically. Tang Qing also became a little impatient: "How dare you not answer my call? I didn't scold you for two days. You are getting bolder."

After saying that, he dialed again angrily.

He hit me four times in a row.

No one answered the phone.

Tang Qing was so angry that he started to curse: "Old man, do you have donkey hair stuffed in your ears?

Or are you deaf?

Mr. Ye is still waiting here, what does it mean that he doesn't answer the phone? "

Chen Xuewen looked embarrassed: "Maybe the phone is not with me."

Ye Changqing had a bad feeling, and after a few minutes, he continued to make the call.

Still no one answered.

Ye Changqing's bad premonition became stronger.

The sun was setting. It was already afternoon.

In the yard, Tang Qing's cursing never stopped.

Ye Changqing couldn't wait any longer: "Can I ask where Uncle Dongliang is?

Xuewen and I will go find him."

Tang Qing said with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I really have to trouble you.

The old man cleans the Chengdong Fuyun Company."

Ye Changqing thought he had misheard: "Uncle is cleaning?"

Generally, cleaning is done by women.

And the salary is low.

Men rarely do this.

Tang Qing sighed: "It's just to avoid debt collection. He cleans during the day and works as a security guard at night.

All in all, I can earn 5,000 yuan."

Ye Changqing stood up: "Let's go now."

Jiangkou City.

Chengdong District is a special area.

There is no industry, no commerce, and no high-tech enterprises in the east of the city.

But the east side of the city is a university town.

There are a lot of young people in the east of the city.

Ye Changqing walked on the side of the road, looking at the young faces on the street, and felt like he was back in college.

After walking forward for about ten meters, I found Fuyun Company.

There are more than a dozen brand new vans parked in front of Fuyun Company.

Ye Changqing was a little surprised: "Fuyun Company actually sells cars?" Chen Xuewen was also a little surprised: "I didn't expect that either. You wait here, I'll go inside and call my dad out."

After saying that, he walked towards the lobby of Fuyun Company.

Ye Changqing stood on the side of the road and saw through the glass that Chen Xuewen walked to the counter, chatted for a few words, and then suddenly started arguing.

Many employees in the store looked at Chen Xuewen with strange eyes.

Ye Changqing realized that something had happened and was about to go inside, but unexpectedly Chen Xuewen came out angrily.

Chen Xuewen walked over and spoke first

Ye Changqing was about to go in, but unexpectedly Chen Xuewen came out. When he saw Ye Changqing, he excitedly said, "Something happened.

Oh no, something happened.

They said my dad didn’t even exist in the company.”

no such person?

Ye Changqing frowned: "How could that be?" Chen Xuewen continued: "That woman's expression is not right.

As soon as I mentioned my father's name, her face changed.

Something must have happened.

Brother, my younger brother is dead. I have never dared to tell my mother. Now, whenever I encounter this situation, my legs become weak and my heart beats faster.

Brother, give me a hand!"

As he spoke, his legs seemed unable to support his body, and his body went limp and fell down.