Chapter 793

Su fan didn't know what his father and sister-in-law had talked about. However, since Zeng Quan was going to Shanghai and Fang mubai came late at night, there must be something very important to discuss.

In this world, nothing can be easily obtained, nothing can be obtained without paying a price. This is true for everyone.

However, even if you want to lose and pay, you can't forget the original intention!

Su fan went into his study, turned on the light and turned out the previous notes on the bookshelf.

These notes have not been opened for a long time. If it's not for the diligence of cleaning at home, I'm afraid that as soon as I take down the notes, I will fall a layer of dust.

Su fan raised his hand and gently rubbed the surface of the album. The rough paper had a long lost sense of familiarity.

On the generous painting book, every page is a record of her past. Some painted a rough rudiment of wedding dress, while others painted delicate lace and decoration, etc.

She squatted on the edge of the bookshelf, page by page, memories of the past, began to come to mind.

At the beginning, when she decided to take part in the wedding dress rookie competition, she always fell asleep at night when Nianqing fell asleep. When I woke up, I found that the pencil had drawn extremely complicated lines on the paper. She would smile bitterly, close the picture book and lie on the bed, so tired that she forgot to turn off the light.

We need to revise the draft again and again, and then select materials for cutting. After all the other workers in the studio left, she was still alone with the light on, stepping on the pedal of the sewing machine, sewing one stitch at a time to make the wedding dress she wanted.

She never told anyone that the wedding dress she first sent to the competition, that is, the one she won the prize, was the one she wore when she dreamed of marrying Huo Shuqing for several years. Although she knew that the dream was extremely slim, in her dream, the wedding dress would always appear with him.

Looking at these memories, she couldn't help laughing.

Those days and nights of designing, cutting, selecting materials and selling, when they are in bed every night, their legs are just like those of their own. If it were not for Jiang Caihua and Nianqing, she would not have the time and energy to do those things. Except for Jiang Caihua, when she really can't coax Nianqing, she hangs Nianqing on the baby stool on her waist, shuttling between her wedding dress and running around the city.

Yifei looks at her too hard and always works as a free driver and nanny for her. When she went to the store to select materials, Yifei tied the stool to himself and held Nianqing on it. They were walking around and waiting for her. When she came back, Nianqing flapped her little hand at her, and Yifei always said with a smile, "this guy is really immature. He used to be a good son. As soon as he saw you, he began to call his mother and ignore me."

Tears, blurred the paper, she wiped away tears, closed the picture book, stood up.

It may be that she squatted too long. When she stood up, she fainted for a long time and stood with the bookshelf. I don't know how long it took for her to return to normal.

It seems that there are also two original paintings in Yuncheng. She remembers that when she moved back to Yuncheng, she took these notes from her home in the neighborhood where she lived with Huo Shuqing.

She put the picture books she had just read back on the bookshelf and took down the pictures of Yuncheng.

Cloud City——

Su fan looked at it, and the door of the study rang. She looked up and saw that it was her mother who came in.

"Ma --" she cried.

"You're back?" Said the mother.

"Well, I'll be back for a while. My brother went to my father's side." Su Fan said, "Mom, can I help you? Is Nianqing disobedient? "

"No, Nianqing is asleep." Rowan said, "come here, Gaines. I have something to say to you."

Su fan sat on the sofa and beside his mother.

Luo Wenyin looked at Su fan for a long time and then said, "do you know how hard it was for Xi you to do that? In the past, no matter how you and quan'er play together, it's OK, but now, if you don't have a sense of propriety with him again, just like in the past, what do you think, Xi you? If you were her, would you look at it calmly? "

"I, we -" Sufan didn't know what to say.

"Gayne, hiyou and Quaner have been in such a bad relationship for so many years that they have been divorced. Now it's hard to ease up. Don't mix them in any more, OK?" Rowan said.

"But, mom, I, I didn't get involved, and I never --" Su fan explained.

"Gayne, I don't want to say something to you. You are my daughter, but you have to remember that quan'er is your brother. No matter what you have in the past, you can't do it now --" Luo said.

"What are you implying, Ma?" Sufan interrupted his mother and asked.

"Hint? I didn't imply anything. I just hope you keep a distance from quan'er and don't do anything that makes Xi you misunderstand. Don't you understand this? " Said the mother.

Su fan was silent for a long time.

Luo Wenyin looked at her and said, "tomorrow Shuqing will be back. Maybe it won't be long. If you have something to take for him, you should be ready early."

Sufan didn't speak.

"You know, mother is for you, for our family. If you are Shuqing's wife, you should take good care of him and help him well. In this way, his official career will be smoother. "

"Well, I know, mom, I know." Su Fan said.

"I wish I knew. Take good care of your body early, and go there to accompany him in spring. " Luo Wenyin said, got up and went to the desk, said, "what are you looking at?"

"Old paintings." Su fan looked at his mother and said.

Luo Wenyin opened it, looked at a few pages and closed it.

"Are you going to toss wedding dress shop again?" Asked the mother.

"No, it's just, just look at it." Su Fan said.

"Don't think about the wedding dress shop. Now there's no time for you to toss about that, take good care of your body, take care of Shuqing and help him. That's what you should do. " Said the mother.

"Didn't you support my sister Ying and me to make dresses for my wife's team?" Su fan asked.

Mother looked at Sufan, did not answer her question, but asked: "do you think it's important to wash now, or do you do these things?"? How much do you think you can do for gargle

"But my life is not just for Huo Shuqing, I --" Su Fan said.

"He's your husband and you're his wife. You don't think about him. Do you think about yourself?" Luo Wenyin interrupted her daughter and said.

"But I can't do it all for him --" said Su fan.

"You can't do it all for him, but now you can't even fulfill your basic duties as a wife. Should you think about these useless things?" Said the mother.

Wife's most basic duty——

She has no basic duties as a wife——

Sufan, I can't speak.

"Gayne, Shuqing is very busy now. You should think more about him and your family. Let Shuqing be relieved to work. This is the most important thing for you. Everything else is of no importance. Do you understand? " Said the mother.

Su fan, without speaking or looking at his mother, just put the album away and put it back on the shelf.

"That's right. Don't think about these useless things. Go back to your room early and have a rest. Think about what you want to bring to Shuqing. I went there first. I don't know if your father has finished their conversation. " With that, mother went out of Sufan's study.

Su fan looked at her mother's closed door and closed her eyes with her back against the bookshelf.

Yes, the most important thing about Huo Shuqing. Everything about Huo Shuqing is the most important. Only her ideas are dispensable!

After turning off the light and closing the door, Su fan went back to his bedroom. Without turning on the light, he just lay on the bed, motionless.

The fire of dream just ignited by Zeng Quan began to go out a little bit.

Is she a stepping stone to Huo Shuqing's progress?

If she is just a stepping stone, how can Huo Shuqing love her as much as in the past? It's impossible, isn't it?

The cell phone rang in the dark. She reached for it and took it without looking.

"Hello," she asked.

The person on the other end of the phone was slightly stunned and said, "what's the matter? No spirit? "

Yes, Huo Shuqing?

Her thoughts stopped for a few seconds before she said, "Oh, it's you! It's OK. I picked it up without looking at my cell phone. It's nothing. "

"Did I disturb your rest?" He asked.

"No, I haven't slept. I'm just lying down." She said, "and you? Have you eaten yet? Are you home? "

"I just got home for a while. I have a dinner party in the evening. I eat outside." He said, sitting on the sofa, picked up the cup on the tea table and took a drink.

"Oh," she said. Before she spoke, she heard him say "please come in" there. Someone should have gone to his room!

"Secretary Huo, this is ginseng soup. You've finished it earlier and have a rest." It's sun Minjun's voice.

But Su fan didn't hear it very clearly. He didn't know what sun Minjun was talking about, but he still gave her a big bang.

"Well, well, it's hard for you. Go and have a rest." Huo Shuqing told sun Minjun.

"Yes, I know." Sun Minjun said, "Secretary Huo, what will you take to Beijing tomorrow? I'll prepare for you earlier."

"Nothing special. I'll be back soon." Huo Shuqing said.

"Well, I see. You have a good rest. Good night." With that, sun Minjun opened the door and went out.

This is what we call care, isn't it?

Su fan listens in silence for a long time.

"Oh, it was Xiao Sun who brought me ginseng soup. Xiao Sun's craftsmanship is very good. He's a true biography of your aunt. " Huo Shuqing told Su fan.

"Yes? That's good! " Su fan's heart was aching, but he still said with a smile, "your stomach is not good. You should drink less wine over there. However, it will be better if Miss sun makes ginseng soup for you. " She's jealous, isn't she? You can search Baidu for the latest chapter of "Uncle chatting about jiutao novels "! This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.