good morning little wife

Chapter 672 Find Her (2)
He is the head of the family, and the family would not be able to get up without him. Naturally, everyone would have no objection to what he said, and they all nodded.When Mother Han saw him get up, she hurried forward to help him.

At this point, he will go back to his room to rest. He is always lacking in energy when he is old.

At that time, after Han Qian returned to her room upstairs, the more she thought about it, the more she felt wronged.Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, the back view of Yan Jue leaving the restaurant turned over and over in his mind.

In fact, he and her haven't had a real date at all, and the meeting is only about business.Today, she had actually seen Midsummer long ago, so she deliberately enlivened the atmosphere, as if she was very happy.

But... what about him?
The back of him leaving flashed again in his mind, did he go after Midsummer?
In fact, no matter a man or a woman, the desire for love is the same.Knowing that there is nothing he can do, he still feels uncomfortable.In particular, Han Qian is actually a proud princess in her heart. She is too embarrassed to tell her family and friends about this kind of private matter. She has always shown that the relationship between the two is very good, and she hopes that one day she will really be accepted.

She had never suffered any major setbacks since she was a child, so she never thought about not being accepted in the future, even though Guan Yuluo had reminded her.

As time got later and later, she finally fell asleep unknowingly, and the entire Han family villa fell into silence.

In the middle of the night, the mobile phone she placed on the bedside table buzzed and vibrated, reflecting a faint blue light in the dimness.

Han Qian was woken up, frowning, she turned on the desk lamp, squinted at the screen, and was immediately attracted by the photo on it.The shooting light was very dim, but she could still quickly recognize that it was Yan Jue's car.

It seems to be parked downstairs in a certain community, and a smoking figure is reflected in the half-lowered car window, who else but him?
-- Divider --

Apart from Han Qian, there was actually Midsummer who was sleepless that night.

Of course, she didn't know about the car downstairs that had been guarding all night, but received a call from Wang Jue shortly after entering the house.It sounded like she was still working overtime. Although she was busy, everything was in order and she didn't encounter any problems, so she was allowed to stay in M ​​City for two more days and go back after the Spring Festival with Gao Jie.

Sheng Xia thought that her mother did not refuse, and the two chatted about other business matters before hanging up.I just took a shower and lay on the bed, feeling the whole room was deserted, and even felt like living in a tomb.

I fell asleep when the sky was about to dawn, and I was awakened by the sound outside after only squinting for a while, and then I didn't feel sleepy again, and my eyes were astringent when I woke up.

The calendar has reached the 29th of the lunar calendar, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve. She mustered up her energy and prepared to clean up the house before going to pick Gao Jie back.Although the two babies are not here during the Spring Festival this year, she and her mother are always going to celebrate the New Year, aren't they?
Unexpectedly, before she could make a move here, the phone rang, and she looked at the caller ID and it turned out to be Fu Chenguang.

Because Fu Yiqiao became an investor, they would meet often at the beginning, and he would sometimes bring Fu Chenguang with him. The two met more often, and they were not unfamiliar, so he would occasionally call himself.

Sheng Xia pressed the connect button, and the boy's excited voice came from the other end: "Mom!"

"Morning light, good morning." Sheng Xia said.

"Are you in M ​​City, right?" Fu Chenguang asked.

Sheng Xia smiled and asked, "How do you know?"

"I'm good at calculating." The other end replied with a drag, one can imagine his air on the other end of the phone.

(End of this chapter)