I really don't want to be reborn

Chen Hansheng turned to look at his father. In fact, Lao Chen was almost 50. Although he had no gray hair on his temples, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were getting deeper and deeper.

"What's the point of arguing when you're old, you're really full and free."

Chen Hansheng walked down the stairs in a "peddling" manner. He didn't know what to think of, and suddenly raised his head: "In two years, my granddaughter will bring you a place. Let's see if you still have time to quarrel!"

"Brat..."

Old Chen smiled, seeing Chen Hansheng leaving the parking lot of his unit in a small Xiali, he felt a sense of warmth in his heart.

......

There are many fried noodles in the downtown area of ​​Hong Kong City, but the best one is the one in the stadium. Chen Hansheng bought a warm fried noodles and went home. He didn't dare to knock on the door for fear of disturbing Liang Meijuan who was resting.

Quietly opened the anti-theft door, while changing shoes, Liang Meijuan suddenly stretched out half of her body from the kitchen, staring at Chen Hansheng in a daze.

The mother and son looked at each other for about 10 seconds. Empress Dowager Liang immediately closed the kitchen door, covered her head, and walked into the bedroom with a haggard face.

Chen Hansheng was a ghost. He saw that the oil stains on Liang Meijuan's mouth hadn't been wiped off, so he put down the fried noodles and rushed into the kitchen.

Liang Meijuan didn't stop even if she wanted to.

Not long after, Chen Hansheng came out of the kitchen with a small pot, knocked on the lid of the pot and said: "Spare ribs and green vegetables noodles, I thought you were crying because of sadness today, but you are cooking pork ribs noodles in the kitchen." !"

"Mom, are you sorry for me?"

Chen Hansheng said with a look of grief and indignation.

"What are you shouting about?"

Liang Meijuan was also taken aback at first, thinking that her husband came back early, but fortunately Chen Hansheng saw it and it was fine: "I have the strength to divorce when I am full."

"Still away from the fart."

Chen Hansheng sat slumped on the sofa: "I've never seen someone secretly cooking pork rib noodles at home before the divorce. If you miss your son, just say something, why use this method to trick me back home."

Liang Meijuan refused: "Who lied to you, your dad... Do you know how disgusting Chen Zhaojun is? He just had dinner with that woman, but he even lied to me for a social meeting. I don't want to live with a liar. You Think about it quickly, after the divorce, will you be with your father or me. "

"In addition, I will change my surname."

Liang Meijuan snorted coldly: "Change my name to Liang Hansheng."

"Forget it, I'll ask the orphanage if they will accept a baby like me who is 5 years old and more than 100 months old."

Chen Hansheng stood up and opened the bag of fried noodles: "Come and eat, Queen Mother."

Liang Meijuan twitched her index finger when she smelled the scent, but she was a little embarrassed, and said seriously: "I had a quarrel with Chen Zhaojun last night."

Chen Hansheng nodded indifferently: "I know."

"I cried for a long time last night, but your dad didn't coax me."

"Didn't you drive him out of the bedroom? How could he coax him?"

"I don't feel well physically."

"I will accompany you to the hospital tomorrow, the head office."

"He shouldn't have lied to me."

"Emmm...Although it is a white lie, it should be educated severely. When Lao Chen comes back tonight, I will make a report on behalf of the family committee to make him reflect deeply."

......

In the afternoon, Chen Hansheng chatted with the Empress Dowager Liang at home, mainly to enlighten Liang Meijuan, and by the way, help her hammer her back.

In fact, for Liang Meijuan, "divorce" is a cruel word for a while. After all, her son is 20 years old, and the relationship between the husband and wife is also very good.

Liang Meijuan just wanted to express her anger and sadness, and probably jealousy.

"Does it still hurt?"

Chen Hansheng asked.

Liang Meijuan nodded: "My back hurts for a while, my calf hurts for a while, and my ribs hurt for a while, and I feel uncomfortable all over."

Chen Hansheng sighed. In fact, this means that there is no pain anywhere, so I feel pain everywhere. There is a professional term in medicine called "neuralgia", which is mainly related to mood.

"Okay, if you say it hurts, I'll hammer it."

Chen Hansheng was quite helpless, but this was his own mother, so there was nothing he could do about it.

Who knows that Liang Meijuan is quite disgusted: "Don't just hammer, talk about school things, how old is Xiao Shen's grandma, will Xiao Yu'er want to be a lawyer after studying law, how is Luo Xuan's parents... ..."

Chen Hansheng had to pick up some interesting things to talk about, to make the middle-aged and elderly "divorced" women happy. While chatting, the phone suddenly "ding" a message.

Chen Zhaojun: How is your mother, can she eat?

Chen Hansheng looked at Liang Meijuan's relaxed face, and sent Lao Chen a message.

Chen Hansheng: There is no inner ghost, post some H pictures.

Chen Zhaojun:?

Chen Hansheng: I'm sorry, I'm used to posting. This sentence means that the situation is very safe and my mother is fine.

Chen Zhaojun: That's good, I bought your mother's favorite twist after get off work, you have to keep it secret.

Chen Hansheng: In addition to mahua, buy a bouquet of flowers, there is no use of mahua to apologize.

......

In the evening, Chen Zhaojun pushed open the anti-theft door with anxiety and saw a familiar scene.

The son is lying on the sofa watching TV, changing channels impatiently; the wife is cooking in the kitchen, and the noise of the range hood can be heard in the living room.

"How?" Old Chen asked quickly.

Chen Hansheng waved his hands confidently: "Xiao Chen is out, one can beat two, what are you worried about?"

Liang Meijuan heard the conversation in the living room, opened the kitchen to have a look, and after finding out that it was Chen Zhaojun, she closed the door heavily again with a "bang".

Old Chen had a worried face: "Didn't you say that everything is done?"

"I haven't called yet, you can organize your language now."

After Chen Hansheng finished speaking, he went to the kitchen and dragged Liang Meijuan out. Liang Meijuan was still yelling: "The green vegetables are not fried well, wait until I turn off the gas."

When she met Chen Zhaojun's eyes, Liang Meijuan immediately turned cold again, sat on the sofa without saying a word, and even hit Chen Hansheng twice to let him sit and watch TV.

Chen Zhaojun swallowed, and encouraged by his son's eyes, he took out his PHS and dialed it.

"Hello, Mo Ke, I'm Chen Zhaojun."

"Oh, Zhaojun, what's the matter?"

Mo Ke's peaceful voice came from the speakerphone, and Liang Meijuan's face suddenly became tense. Although she didn't look at PHS, she was very focused.

"Well, the situation is like this."

Chen Zhaojun glanced at Liang Meijuan: "Yesterday we sat down in a cafe. Later, my wife found out about it and had a quarrel after returning home. Now I want you to prove it to me. We were just gossiping."

Chen Hansheng was a little surprised when he heard this. Old Chen is a gangster. It would be an exaggeration to say that he has seven orifices, but he probably still has three or four. He usually pays attention to the way he speaks.

With such a straightforward communication today, he would rather offend Mo Ke than eliminate the family misunderstanding.

However, Mo Ke's reaction was just a slight smile, and after a while he asked, "Is Meijuan by your side?"

"Here I am."

Chen Zhaojun handed the phone to Liang Meijuan.

Liang Meijuan was caught off guard and gave her husband a hard look.

"Hi, I, I'm Liang Meijuan."

Liang Meijuan also became nervous.

"Meijuan, don't worry, Zhaojun and I are just high school classmates."

When Mo Ke was talking, Chen Zhaojun was smoking quietly, with a calm and relaxed expression on his face, but also a hint of emotion.

"I guess I still miss it a little bit."

Chen Hansheng thought to himself, it's just that they both have families now, and they have been here for so many years, so they can have such restraint.

"Meijuan, in fact, most of what we talked about yesterday was about Han Sheng. To tell you the truth, neither my wife nor I have children. I like Han Sheng, and I was joking with Lao Chen yesterday. I want to recognize Han Sheng as my son."

"Why don't you tell me about it?"

Chen Hansheng glared at his father, silently expressing this emotion.

Chen Zhaojun looked at Liang Meijuan and shook his head slightly.

Sure enough, Liang Meijuan directly refused on the phone: "Han Sheng is too naughty, and he doesn't follow the rules. I worry about him and often have insomnia at night. I really don't want to cause trouble for you..."

After the phone call, the misunderstanding was basically resolved, and Chen Hansheng put on airs again and seriously criticized Lao Chen.

"In the future, you must tell the truth about anything. Could it be that my mother's broad-mindedness will stop you from meeting your female classmates?"

After Chen Hansheng flattered him, he said to Liang Meijuan with a flattering smile: "About Aunt Mo's decision to admit her son, I think..."

"no!"

Liang Meijuan interrupted directly.

For a middle-aged woman of her age, if she and her husband no longer have feelings, they can still negotiate a divorce, but if anyone robs her son, Liang Meijuan will probably do her best.

"Why do you care so much? Now you are not short of money."

While Liang Meijuan was cooking in the kitchen, Chen Zhaojun asked in a low voice.

Chen Hansheng rubbed his nose: "Two mothers, can't they correspond to two daughters-in-law..."

......

Chapter 414 The urban routine is deep, I want to go back to the countryside

"Nonsense again!"

When Lao Chen heard that "two mothers correspond to two daughters-in-law", he stretched out his hand and pretended to hit his son. Chen Hansheng smiled and was not afraid. Except for Liang Meijuan at home, Chen Zhaojun basically used to scare him.

During the meal, Liang Meijuan deliberately did not talk to Chen Zhaojun. Chen Hansheng coughed, picked up the flowers on the coffee table and shook them: "Mom, let's see what Lao Chen bought for you, romantic roses."

"Humph."

Empress Dowager Liang snorted coldly, and muttered, "I haven't bought flowers for so many years. I just drank some coffee with her, and I know how to buy flowers to please women."

Chen Zhaojun: ...

Chen Hansheng: ...

Chen Hansheng was a little speechless, the Queen Mother Liang must have learned her arrogance from Xiao Yuer.

But for Lao Chen, as long as he doesn't quarrel, he is willing to do anything.

"The pocket money given to me next month can be reduced by half."

Chen Zhaojun said proactively.

"Do you still want pocket money next month?"

Liang Meijuan choked back, but she started talking to Chen Zhaojun, which meant that the "middle-aged couple's divorce" incident was over. Liang Meijuan then told Chen Hansheng to seriously accompany Liang Xiaohai on a blind date.

"Although I have a lot of opinions on your eldest aunt, Liang Xiaohai is my nephew, and you are the only cousin who went to college. Xiaohai is also very grateful for your willingness to come back to help." Liang Meijuan emphasized again.

"understood."

Chen Hansheng nodded nonchalantly. He already liked to be lively, and this time he represented the man to "save face", and there was a faint sense of pretense.

But Chen Hansheng was also a little worried: "Didn't you say that you are not feeling well all over, do you want to accompany you to the hospital tomorrow?"

"Need not."

Liang Meijuan shook her head and refused: "I don't want to go tomorrow."

"What?"

Chen Hansheng asked after him.

Liang Meijuan glanced at Chen Zhaojun and said nothing.

Chen Hansheng was even more strange, and kept pestering Liang Meijuan to the kitchen, and finally she said: "Tomorrow is your father's birthday in the Gregorian calendar. Although we only celebrate lunar birthdays here, it is not very good to go to the hospital on this day. Don't bring any bad luck to you." Give it to your dad."

"Yes, dear mother."