The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

Wu Xiaoqing went upstairs. She was going to the bathroom on the second floor, but she didn't expect to see Lin Zhiyuan, so she followed him down.

When she returned to the second floor, she unexpectedly saw Su Jin at the top of the stairs.

The two beauties looked at each other, looking a little embarrassed.

Wu Xiaoqiang was older and more mature. After a brief moment of confusion, she stepped forward and took Su Jin's arm affectionately, "Xiao Su, why are you standing here?"

Su Jin forced a smile and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"That's just right, I'm going too, let's go together!"

The two walked side by side to the women's room.

When the partition door closed, Wu Xiaoqing let out a sigh of relief. She patted her chest guiltily, and a question came to her mind. Could it be that she just saw me talking to Lin Zhiyuan?

Next to a thin wooden board, Su Jin bit her plump red lips, looking very unhappy.

After Lin Zhiyuan left just now, Su Jin did not return to her place. Instead, she eavesdropped on Lin Zhiyuan's footsteps at the door. When she heard Lin Zhiyuan coming to the corner of the stairs, she opened the door and followed him like a thief. Got out.

In fact, she couldn't figure out why she did this. Maybe she just wanted to see Lin Zhiyuan more because her brain was hot, right?

When she reached the corner of the stairs, she heard someone talking on the walking platform. It was Lin Zhiyuan and Wu Xiaoqing.

At that moment, the good image Lin Zhiyuan had finally built up in Su Jin's heart collapsed instantly.

It turns out the two of them have always been in contact.

At that moment, Su Jin froze in place, suddenly feeling very wronged and wanting to cry.

Lin Zhiyuan is not a good person at all.

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After get off work on Wednesday, Lin Zhiyuan rode his bicycle to Mrs. Li's house as scheduled.

After three days of sufficient drying, the Chinese cabbage with part of the water removed has basically reached the conditions for accumulation.

Lin Zhiyuan ran upstairs and downstairs several times, sweating profusely from the work, and then moved all the cabbage and radishes upstairs, and helped Old Mrs. Li boil water and clean the pots until it was completely dark. Just accumulated the sauerkraut.

"Xiao Lin, take a sip of malted milk quickly. Thank you for your hard work." Mrs. Li made Lin Zhiyuan a cup of fragrant malted milk and specially added a spoonful of sugar.

These days, malted milk is a very high-end supplement, and ordinary people are reluctant to buy it.

"Aunt Li, you are so good to me." Lin Zhiyuan sipped the malted milk in small sips.This was the smell of seal engraving in his memory. Even though he later had money and drank all kinds of high-end drinks, he could never forget the smell of the steaming cup of malted milk in his childhood.

Mrs. Li cooked two vegetables, cut two braised meats that she had bought in advance, opened a bottle of Xifeng wine, and rewarded Lin Zhiyuan.

"Xiao Linzi, you can eat whatever you want. I'm buying autumn vegetables this year. It's all thanks to you. Otherwise, I would have troubled my neighbors."

"Aunt Li, didn't I say that? If you have any heavy work at home in the future, you can come to me. Don't be polite." Lin Zhiyuan deliberately made his appearance rude and slurred loudly.

But in Mrs. Li's eyes, the informal Lin Zhiyuan became more and more like her family.

"Xiao Linzi, it would be great if I had a son like you! Your parents are so lucky to have a son and a daughter who are so promising." Old Mrs. Li looked at Lin Zhiyuan who was devouring his food, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth unknowingly. of arc.

"Aunt Li, our eldest brother Li works in Yanjing, that's what he is called promising!"

Old Mrs. Li was a little sad, "What's the use? It's so far away, and he can't even help me buy autumn vegetables."

Lin Zhiyuan raised his smile and said, "It's okay, Aunt Li. From now on, you can treat me as your little son."

Mrs. Li had been waiting eagerly for Lin Zhiyuan to say this. In fact, she had long wanted to accept Lin Zhiyuan as her godson, but she had never been embarrassed to say it.

"Xiao Linzi, are you telling the truth? Do you really want to be my son?" Old Mrs. Li's eyes were bright, and her voice even had a hint of trembling.

Lin Zhiyuan has also been waiting for this moment. He has been deliberately trying to contact Mrs. Li since June. After more than five months, his goal will finally be achieved.

"Aunt Li, you are so good to me, and you are no different from my biological mother. If you are willing, I will accept you as my godmother!" Lin Zhiyuan put down his chopsticks and said to Mrs. Li seriously.

"Yes, yes, I am willing." Old Mrs. Li lifted up the hem of her clothes excitedly and wiped the circles under her eyes.

Lin Zhiyuan immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Mrs. Li three times, calling her godmother after each kowtow.

Lin Zhiyuan shouted, and Mrs. Li agreed. In the end, Mrs. Li burst into tears.

"Godmother, isn't this a good thing? Why are you still crying?"

"Xiao Linzi, my godmother is so happy." Old Mrs. Li shed a few tears and suddenly thought of something, "Xiao Linzi, this matter cannot be so hasty. You must tell your parents. Your parents' consent will count. Yes, if your parents agree, I have to set up a few tables of wine and we have to be more formal."

Old Mrs. Li is very particular about people. For such a big thing as accepting her son, she must make a big splash and tell the world.

"Okay, godmother, then I'll go home and tell my parents, they will definitely agree."

As expected by Lin Zhiyuan, when Lin Dajun and Ning Xiufen heard that Lin Zhiyuan wanted to make Mrs. Li his godmother, they both readily agreed.

The old lady was all alone in Ge'an. Her son had been taking care of her for the past six months, and he was no different from his godmother and godson. Now that the old lady is willing to officially accept Zhiyuan as her godson, she should be happy.

"Zhiyuan, tell your godmother. Your father and I both agree, but our family has to pay for the drinks. We can't let people gossip or misunderstand that we are seeking the old lady's money."

The Lin family had no objections, but when Mrs. Li called her son to talk about the matter, she was strongly opposed by Li Zhenshan.

"Mom, it's not like you don't have a son, why do you want to adopt a godson?"

"I do have a son, but what's the difference between not having one? I have to move up the stairs slowly to buy autumn vegetables. Fortunately, I have Xiao Linzi. Come and see me when you have nothing to do and help me with some work. Otherwise no one in my family will know when I die." It would have been better if I didn't mention this, but as soon as I mentioned this old Mrs. Li, she became furious and scolded Li Zhenshan until he was silent.

Li Zhenshan calmed down for a long time and said, "Mom, it's not that my son is unfilial. I work in Yanjing. I can't always go back to Ge'an. I asked you to come over but you didn't come..."

"I can't stand your wife's cleanliness..." The two of them could never agree on this topic.

Li Zhenshan hung up the phone, lit a cigarette distractedly, and ran to the balcony to smoke.

His wife Guo Ting also followed him to the balcony, "Lao Li, actually the advantages of having a godson outweigh the disadvantages. We are not in Ge'an all the year round. Mom is old and living alone does have a lot of inconveniences. Now there is someone to take care of her." He, you should be happy, right?"

Li Zhenshan turned his head and was very helpless, "I'm not worried about anything else. I'm just worried that Lin Zhiyuan has a purpose for approaching our mother."

"This is not simple. You have worked at Le Gang and have some connections there. Wouldn't you like to ask a few people to inquire about it and you will have an idea?"

"How can I say something to outsiders?"

"Don't mention your godson, just make up any excuse."

The cigarette butts were clearly extinguished in the darkness, just like Li Zhenshan's mood at this time.

Finally he made up his mind and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.