Chapter 414

Seeing that Lao Chen is so conscious and doesn't care about the feelings of his female high school classmates, he is determined to eliminate misunderstandings with his wife. Chen Hansheng thought that Lao Chen's cheating is more difficult than me.

"OK, that's a deal. In the evening, you and aunt Mo will make a public call and explain the matter clearly. I'll go home first to find out for you."

Chen Hansheng patted his ass to leave. Empress dowager Liang was not feeling well today and asked for leave to rest at home.

Chen Zhaojun nodded: "let's contact by SMS. In fact, I wanted to ask for leave to take care of your mother. As a result, she kicked me out."

Lao Chen was a little embarrassed, but he reminded him, "your mother may not have lunch at home. You go to the noodle restaurant in the stadium and buy some. She likes the fried noodles best."

"I see!"

Chen Hansheng turned and looked at his father. In fact, old Chen was almost 50. Although there was no white hair on his temples, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were getting deeper and deeper.

"What's the noise when I'm old? I'm really full and free."

Chen Hansheng walked downstairs in a "tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic

"Smelly boy

Old Chen smiled and saw that Chen Hansheng left the unit parking lot in xiaoxiali. He felt inexplicably warm in his heart.

······

There are many fried noodles sold in the urban area of Hong Kong City, but the best food is the stadium. Chen Hansheng bought a hot fried noodles and went home. He didn't dare to knock at the door for fear that Liang Meijuan, who was resting, would be noisy.

The key quietly opens the anti-theft door. When she is changing her shoes, Liang Meijuan suddenly stretches out half her body from the kitchen and looks at Chen Hansheng.

The mother and son looked at each other for about 10 seconds. Empress dowager Liang suddenly closed the kitchen door, covered her head and walked into the bedroom haggard.

Chen Hansheng was a ghost. He saw that the oil stains on Liang Meijuan's mouth were not cleaned. He put down the fried noodles and rushed into the kitchen.

Liang Meijuan didn't stop her.

Before long, Chen Hansheng came out of the kitchen with a small pot. "Dangdang" knocked on the lid and said, "spare ribs and green vegetable noodles. I thought you were sad and shed tears today. As a result, you cooked spare ribs noodles in the kitchen!"

"Mom, are you worthy of me?"

Chen Hansheng said with a sad and angry face.

"Shout something."

Liang Meijuan was also shocked. She thought her husband came back early. Fortunately, Chen Hansheng saw it and didn't matter: "I'm full before I have the strength to divorce."

"Still leave fart."

Chen Hansheng slumped on the sofa: "I haven't seen that before the divorce, I was still secretly touching and cooking spareribs at home. If you want to speak directly to your son, why use this way to deceive me home."

Liang Meijuan didn't agree: "who lied to you? How hateful your father... Chen Zhaojun is. You know, he even ate with that woman and cheated me to have social intercourse. I don't want to live with a liar. Think about it quickly. After the divorce, you will be with your father or me."

"Besides, I'm going to change my last name."

Liang Meijuan snorted coldly, "change your name to Liang Hansheng."

"Forget it, I'd better ask the welfare home whether to accept my baby of 5 years old and more than 100 months."

Chen Hansheng stood up and opened the bag of fried noodles: "come and eat, Empress Dowager."

Liang Meijuan smelled the fragrance and moved her fingers, but she was a little embarrassed, so she seriously said, "I quarreled with Chen Zhaojun last night."

Chen Hansheng nodded indifferently: "I know."

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

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

"Mom's body is really uncomfortable."

"I'll accompany you to the hospital tomorrow. Let's go to the head office."

"He shouldn't have lied to me."

"Emmm... Although it's a white lie, it really should be educated. When Lao Chen came back in the evening, I made a briefing on behalf of the family committee to make him deeply reflect."

······

In the afternoon, Chen Hansheng chatted with empress dowager Liang at home. In fact, it was mainly to enlighten Liang Meijuan and 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 couple usually have a good relationship.

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

"Does it still hurt?"

Chen Hansheng asked.

Liang Meijuan nodded: "for a while, the waist hurts, the calf hurts, and the ribs hurt. The whole body is uncomfortable."

Chen Hansheng sighed. In fact, it doesn't hurt anywhere, so he felt it everywhere. In medicine, there is a professional name called "neuralgia", which is mainly related to his mood.

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

Chen Hansheng is very helpless, but this is his own mother. He has a way.

I don't know that Liang Meijuan still dislikes it: "don't just hammer. Tell me something about school. How old is grandma Shen? Does Xiaoyu want to be a lawyer after learning law? How are Luo Xuan's parents..."

Chen Hansheng had to pick up some interesting things to talk about and amuse the middle-aged and elderly "divorced" women. As they chatted, the mobile phone suddenly "tinkled" with information.

Chen Zhaojun: How's your mother feeling? Can she eat?

Chen Hansheng glanced at Liang Meijuan's relaxed face and gave old Chen a message back to the past.

Chen Hansheng: no insider, send point h map.

Chen Zhaojun:?

Chen Hansheng: sorry, I'm used to it. This sentence means that the situation is very safe. My mother has no problem.

Chen Zhaojun: that's good. I bought your mother's favorite Mahua after work. Keep it a secret.

Chen Hansheng: in addition to Mahua, buy another bunch of flowers. How can Mahua apologize.

······

In the evening, Chen Zhaojun pushed open the security door with an uneasy mood and saw a familiar scene.

The son is lying on the sofa watching TV. He is impatient and can't change the channel. His wife is cooking in the kitchen. The noise of range hood can be heard in the living room.

"How's it going?" Lao Chen asked quickly.

Chen Hansheng waved his hand confidently: "what are you worried about when Xiao Chen comes out?"

When Liang Meijuan heard what was said in the living room, she opened the kitchen door and looked. When she found that it was Chen Zhaojun, she slammed the door again.

Old Chen was worried. "Didn't you say it's all done?"

"I haven't even called. Now organize your language."

When Chen Hansheng finished, he went to the kitchen and dragged Liang Meijuan out. Liang Meijuan was still shouting, "the vegetables haven't been fried well. Wait until I turn off the gas."

When she and Chen Zhaojun looked at each other, Liang Meijuan immediately turned cold and sat on the sofa without saying a word. She also hit Chen Hansheng twice to let him sit and watch TV.

Chen Zhaojun swallowed his saliva and, encouraged by his son, took out a PHS and dialed it.

"Hello, Moke, I'm Chen Zhaojun."

"Oh, Zhaojun, what's up?"

Mo Keping's peaceful voice came from the hands-free. Liang Meijuan's face was suddenly tense. Although she didn't look at PHS, she was very focused.

"Well, this is the case."

Chen Zhaojun glanced at Liang Meijuan: "yesterday we sat in the cafe. Later, my wife knew about it and had a quarrel when she came home. Now I want you to prove it for me. We're just talking gossip."

Chen Hansheng was a little surprised. Lao Chen was mixed with organs. It was an exaggeration to say that he had seven orifices, but it was estimated that there were still three orifices and four orifices. He usually paid attention to his way and discretion.

Today, with such a straightforward way of communication, he would rather offend Moke and eliminate family misunderstandings.

However, Moke's reaction was just a slight smile. After half a ring, he asked, "is Meijuan nearby?"

"Yes."

Chen Zhaojun plugged the phone into Liang Meijuan.

Liang Meijuan was caught off guard and glared at her husband.

"Hello, I'm Liang Meijuan."

Liang Meijuan also began to be nervous.

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

When Mo Ke spoke, Chen Zhaojun smoked faintly, with calm relaxation and a trace of emotion on his face.

"I guess I still miss it."

Chen Hansheng secretly thought, but now they both have families and have come over so many years, so they can have such restraint.

"Meijuan, in fact, most of what we talked about yesterday is about Han Sheng. To tell you the truth, my wife and I don't want children. I like Han Sheng very much. I joked with Lao Chen yesterday and wanted to recognize Han Sheng as a son."

"Why didn't you say that?"

Chen Hansheng glared at his father and silently expressed this emotion.

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

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

After the phone call, in fact, the misunderstanding has been basically solved. Chen Hansheng holds a shelf and seriously criticizes Lao Chen.

"You must tell the truth about anything in the future. With my mother's broad mind, will you stop you from seeing your female classmates?"

After flattering, Chen Hansheng said to Liang Meijuan with a flattering smile, "I think aunt Mo wants to recognize her son..."

"No!"

Liang Meijuan interrupted directly.

For a middle-aged woman of her age, if she has no feelings for her husband, she can divorce by agreement, but if anyone robs her son, Liang Meijuan probably has to work hard.

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

Chen Zhaojun whispered while Liang Meijuan was cooking in the kitchen.

Chen Hansheng rubbed his nose: "two moms can correspond to two daughters-in-law

······

vertex