"You can read homosexual novels, too?" Mrs. Zhao sucked her nose.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Zhao Yun had just taken her cell phone to look at it for a while, but after reading it, she didn't say anything. Mrs. Zhao was thinking about finding a resonance and exchanged her reading notes, so she asked expectantly: "How is it?"

Zhao Yungang said: "It seems that Xiaochen, the child, is still sad, and he is hidden."

...

Isn’t it the protagonist in the novel? Song Chen is so bitter! The family is holding love, and the person who has never suffered any grievances since childhood, she, a woman, envies his good life!

Zhao Yungang sighed again.

"How could he suffer?" Mrs. Zhao asked tentatively.

"I don't have any pain in my heart. Can I write something so bitter?"

“…”

Mrs. Zhao was a little speechless, not knowing whether this was ridiculous or whether it was a one-half point or one-millionth point.

"If Zhiyuan and Yu Hua were still alive..."

Come again and again!

Mrs. Zhao laughed embarrassedly: "It's getting late, go to bed."

As he said that, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and lay down.

She should stop listening to these nonsense.

Zhao Yun had just thought about it, then took his cell phone and transferred another pocket money to Song Chen.

Song Chen was still writing novels in the study, and was crying when he heard a "ding" on his phone. He picked it up and saw that it was a text message sent by the bank.

oops.

The tears that were about to rush into my eyes went back instantly.

"Ten, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands..."

Twisted his face, it was true.

Why do I feel like I can’t spend all the money in my pocket?

I was so happy that he didn't feel anything even when he wrote abusive articles.

Mrs. Zhao guessed that Zhao Yungang was going to send money to Song Chen.

This has been like this for so many years. When he was worried that Song Chen would be unhappy, he would give him pocket money. Song Chen could develop such a big deal, which was all Zhao Yunteng used to!

Why don’t I say that I can give her a housewife pocket money, she also wants it!

Mrs. Zhao pulled the corner of the quilt and refused to admit that she was jealous of a child.

After being secretly irritated for the middle of the night, Zhao Yungang was already asleep.

He fell asleep quickly.

Mrs. Zhao couldn't sleep, so she put on her clothes and got up and drank a glass of water. After drinking the water, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in her robe and looked at the rain outside.

The light of the headlights came out from the woods of the manor. After a while, a car was parked in the yard. She saw Wang's mother running out and Zhao Jindong's driver Wang Junhe helped Zhao Jindong walk in.

Mrs. Zhao immediately went out and happened to meet them going upstairs. She frowned and asked, "Drink too much?"

"Today's shareholders' gathering, Mr. Zhao was happy, so he drank a little more," said Wang Jun.

Mrs. Zhao covered her nose and said, "It smells so heavy."

Zhao Jindong is usually taciturn and has a deep mind. If he drinks too much, it is not easy to hear him say something drunk, so he will stare at people in horror.

After she went in, she saw that Song Chen was not in the bedroom, so she went to knock on the door of the study. When Song Chen came out, she said, "The second child is drunk, please take care of him."

Mrs. Zhao said, then patted Song Chen on the shoulder and pinched it.
Chapter completed!