reborn wealthy daughter-in-law

Chapter 327 Face Change
"Chen Yuan, you're back," he asked with a smile all over his face.

Shen Chenyuan yelled, then went straight upstairs, and didn't talk much with his mother. Regarding Bai Wenjing's matter, if the mother hadn't insisted on going her own way, the mother-child relationship between the two would not have become so rigid.

Feeling guilty, Yuan Guihua followed her upstairs and saw her son looking for something, she stepped forward and asked, "Chen Yuan, what are you looking for, mom will help you find it."

"No need, go to the hospital to take care of Dad, and I will take care of my own affairs."

Hearing her son's indifferent tone, Yuan Guihua felt a chill, and regretted the obstruction at the beginning, and even more regretted taking Bai Wenjing to live at home.

"Chenyuan, when I went to the hospital today, your father said that he wanted to go back to his hometown to recuperate. He lived here well. Why did he go back to his hometown? I really don't understand your father. Go and persuade him. The rest is here. Self-cultivation, everything is convenient..." Before he finished speaking, he saw his son holding a box in his hand, and then he glanced at himself and left.

Yuan Guihua hurried to catch up, thinking that the life here is so good, and the messy town when she went back, she was very annoyed, no matter what she said, only her son could move her husband, so no matter what, she had to ask her son to persuade her husband not to go back to her hometown .

"...Chenyuan, go and persuade your dad. There is nothing in the hometown when you go back. It's so dirty and the house is small. How can it be more convenient to live comfortably here, to cultivate and so on."

"Mom, Dad is sick like this, you still think about yourself, forget it, I will figure out a way for Dad to go back to his hometown, and I have to go first," said and left without looking back.

Looking at her son who left, Yuan Guihua stomped her feet and thought to herself: What kind of number can there be in that small place? It can't compare to the superior life here. There are special cars to pick you up when you go out and back, and there are so many people every day. Play with her, what's there in my hometown, except for those ugly old faces, I won't go back even if I die.

Thinking that I have nothing to do tomorrow, I am obsessed with playing mahjong recently, so I happened to ask Mrs. Huang to go with me, so I called Mrs. Huang's number, "Mrs. Huang, hello, do we have anything to do tomorrow? Let's play mahjong together."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt Shen, I have something to do tomorrow, tomorrow, I'm sorry."

Looking at the hung up phone, Yuan Guihua showed disdainful eyes, and then thought that there were so many people, and she was afraid that they would not come, but the fact is that, everyone is either one thing or that thing, it seems that they have made an appointment .When they went out with Bai Wenjing before, they all surrounded her and said things like fucking her daughter, but now when Bai Wenjing said something like this, their faces immediately changed.

At this time, the ladies who received the call were all doing beauty treatment or playing mahjong. None of them paid attention to Yuan Guihua's words. Their husbands or fathers were all attached to the Bai family to do things, so as long as A word from Bai Wenjing is of course good to Yuan Guihua, but now that something happened to Bai Wenjing, there is no need to pay attention to that greedy old woman.

The wind in winter is very strong, mixed with drizzle, and the air is humid and cold, so in the morning, I feel a little lazy, hiding in the warm blanket and not wanting to come out.

Qian Xiaoduo heard the whirring sound outside the window, and couldn't fall asleep here, so he woke up early, and saw the person sleeping on the sofa from the side, thinking to himself that the cold weather outside, although this There is air-conditioning in the room, but it should be uncomfortable to sleep. It is very hard to go to work during the day, and I can’t sleep well when I come back at night.

Slowly leaning against the head of the bed, reached out to fiddle with the quilt of the child next to him, leaned over and kissed his forehead, stretched out his hand to gently stroke his hair, feeling faintly worried, after all, he was not like an ordinary child.

(End of this chapter)