100 styles of Sheng Shao's wife

Chapter 1091 I have something to announce
"I can't get through, but she will come back. Mom, you don't have to worry about me. Just now, I was singing with Brother Sheng and Yijun on the Royal No. [-] karaoke. It's rare that we all drank some wine when we got together and felt a little dizzy." , nor drunk."

So it was like this, went out with Shengyu?

So Fu Yin didn't ask any more questions, "Xiao Mo, then go to bed early, you have to go to work tomorrow."

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

10 minute later.

Nangong Mo came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, his hair was wet, he had just taken a hot shower, and his drunkenness dispelled.

It was late at night, and the room was exceptionally quiet.

He sat on the bed and picked up the phone to play with it. He hesitated and wanted to call her number, but he was afraid that she would still turn it off.

Nuoqi, are you still angry?Where are you?How are you?Have you watched the news?
At this time, the mirror of the sky.

Liang Nuoqi and her bodyguards returned to the nearby hotel and took a shower. She sat on the beanbag sofa in front of the window in casual clothes, admiring the beautiful scenery of the city outside the window, picked up the mobile phone that had been shut down for a few days, and played with it. After leaving Nangong Mo, she didn't read the news, and she didn't guess who the child was anymore, because she wanted to have fun.

After playing, think about this relationship again.

Jiacheng, Ye, Nangong's family.

Nangong Mo finally dialed the number...

"Sorry, the number you dialed is switched off, please try again later."

The same reminder made him frown slightly, feeling very disappointed in his heart, he put down the phone, turned off the main light, pulled the quilt and shrank his whole body, he forced himself not to think about her, forced himself to fall asleep, and obediently closed his eyes.

In the hotel near Sky Mirror.

Liang Nuoqi thought for a long time, she turned on the phone, and a soft start-up music played.

Then Didi’s notifications came one after another. Most of the missed calls came from Nangong Mo. She looked at the time and found that there was a missed call from 30 seconds ago. Her chest shrank, which meant that he called her just now. phone?
Nuo Qi pursed her lips, and stared at the screen while holding the phone tightly.

But after waiting and waiting, he didn't call again, and everything returned to calm.

She couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, and took the initiative to call him back? NO, that's impossible, so she shouldn't call him!
Jiacheng, Nangong Mo didn't touch the phone again, forced himself to close his eyes, and fell asleep quite early after thinking wildly for a while.

And Nuo Qi definitely didn't take the initiative to call.

Tonight, Fu Yin suffered from insomnia again. She had already taken one pill today, and was afraid of side effects if she took two pills within 24 hours, so she didn't take it at night.

Sitting on the sofa chair in front of the bedroom window in her pajamas, she always thought of the woman in the yellow dress in her mind, it was her, it must be her!
There is no mistake, it must be her, the appearance of that woman is engraved deep in her heart, like a brand.

Women are sensitive, so how can the indelible memory be forgotten?

She appeared, what does she want to do?
Although Fu Yin firmly secured Mrs. Nangong's position, she still felt that her position was in jeopardy.

Maybe it was some things that were shameful back then, and people noticed that she was ruthless, so she felt scared. After all, a thief has a hypocritical heart, and the slightest sign of trouble would make her feel that the police are coming to arrest her.

Fu Yin sat by the window until two o'clock in the morning, and finally a trace of tiredness hit her, she sighed, turned and went to bed.

Lying on the bed and tossing and turning, it took a long time to barely fall asleep.

The next morning.

Both mother and grandma didn't get up. Nangong Mo went to the company after breakfast. If it was before, he would have gone to Liang's house to pick her up for work.

Upstairs in the bedroom.

Grandma was wearing loose pajamas. She sat down at the desk, and the curtains were drawn to let in the morning light.

She put on the pair of presbyopic glasses inlaid with gold rims, then opened the drawer and found a yellowed photo album. The memories of her student days came to mind. She opened it. There was Liang Wei in the photo, 1.8 meters Jiu is tall, young and handsome, with a cynical smile.

The photo album was made by Liang Wei, and it was his birthday present to her that year.

Occasionally, he also wrote some messages, which are his unique style of fonts, chic and powerful.

The backgrounds of the photos are all schools, some are taken on the playground, some are classrooms, there are also cafeterias, and tree-lined avenues. In most of the photos, Grandma Nangong also entered the country when she was young. At that time, she had black bangs and big eyes. She has a good figure, and even school uniforms can look like a model.

It seems that they are really a pair of talented men and beautiful women. Time flies, and decades pass by in a blink of an eye.

Even after she got married, Grandma Nangong always kept the photo album and brought it from her natal home. For her, this is a very good memory, and it is an indispensable warmth and sweetness in her youth.

If Liang Wei hadn't been so stubborn back then, and expressed the love in her heart, maybe she would have married him.

Playing flirtatiously and ambiguously to the point of sharing the same bed, but he never confessed, the classmates all saw it, but he said to the outside world that he was just a good friend, just a buddy.

So Grandma Nangong accepted Grandpa Nangong's confession when she was young in a fit of anger, and married him after graduation.

The news at the time was heavy headlines.

The memory came back to reality, the old man flipped through the photo album and sighed. After returning from Liang’s house yesterday afternoon, Grandma Nangong’s originally peaceful life seemed to have ripples. Last night she actually made a very, very long The dream, the dream of the little things of the student days... the little things of getting along with Liang Wei, tears can't help moistening the eyes.

Liang family.

When breakfast was in progress, Liang Canjun, his wife Meiping, and Grandpa Liang were sitting in the spacious and bright dining room, and the servants had already left.

The table was covered with all kinds of exquisite breakfasts. Grandpa Liang coughed and said very seriously, "I want to announce something today."

The son and daughter-in-law looked up at the old man, and Meiping asked, "Father, what's the matter?"

"I want to live for myself!" Grandpa Liang put down the milk cup, straightened his waist, and said unequivocally, "From today onwards, I will pursue true love! Rain or shine!"

"Pfft—" Liang Canjun almost spit out a mouthful of milk, and choked again when he swallowed it forcefully.

Meiping was so frightened that she quickly took a tissue and handed it to him, and even wiped it for him.

As for this expression?Grandpa Liang slandered, he coughed again, his face darkened, "Everyone is an individual, you have no right to stop it!" Before anyone objected, he showed his tough attitude.

After Liang Canjun finally recovered, he took a deep breath.

Mei Ping looked at the old man. As a daughter-in-law, she naturally didn't dare to say anything, so she could only look at her husband at the side, looking at him with a very strange look, hoping to see his reaction.

After being frightened, he regained his composure, and Liang Canjun put down the milk glass.He adjusted his glasses, looked up at the old man, "Dad, who is your true love?"

"Linghua!"

"Which Linghua?" Liang Canjun was puzzled.

Meiping pulled her husband's arm and reminded, "The lead singer of Phoenix Legend?"

"No!" Grandpa Liang raised his eyebrows, and glanced at his daughter-in-law complainingly, "Meiping, listen carefully, it's Grandma Nangong Mota! Ai Linghua! I'm a classmate from high school and college."

(End of this chapter)