Yang Yang responded obediently.
It was past seven o’clock, the rush hour for work, and many workers who could not rest on weekends came in one after another for breakfast. Hai Ling was getting busier and busier.
Hai Tong cooked porridge for her nephew, and seeing that Yang Yang could eat it by herself, she helped her sister out.
Lu Dongming and Yu Yinyin left together after eating and drinking.
Lu Dongming actually wanted to stay, but because of Yu Yinyin’s presence, he finally left with Yu Yinyin.
Hai Ling didn’t pay attention to when he left at all, she was too busy.
This side was very busy, while Zhan Yin over there woke up, as usual, before opening his eyes, he turned sideways and stretched out his long arms, trying to hug his lovely wife, but failed.
He just opened his eyes.
As expected, Hai Tong was not in the room anymore.
Looking at the sky outside, the sun is rising high.
Zhan Yin turned around and took the phone from the bedside table beside him to check the time.
“It’s nine o’clock!”
He sat up abruptly.
Even on weekends, he had never tried to sleep so late before getting up.
Last night, maybe I came back a little late.
It took the shortest time to wash up, and then changed into casual clothes, and deliberately chose the clothes Haitong bought for him to wear.
When she opened the door, she saw Aunt Liang sitting on the sofa with a cat in her arms and watching TV. When she heard the door opening, Aunt Liang turned to look at him, then stood up and said with a smile, “Young master is awake, do you want breakfast?” ?”
“It’s past nine o’clock.”
Zhan Yin muttered as he walked out.
“I have to eat something after nine o’clock. The young lady told me before going out that the young master will have breakfast when the young master wakes up.”
“Where is your eldest young mistress? When did she get up and when did she go out?”
Zhan Yin was a little upset.
Resting at home on weekends, his wife ran away early, not waiting for him to wake up, nor eating with him.
I feel left out by my wife.
Before Aunt Liang could answer, the door was pushed open.
It was Haitong who came back.
“Zhan Yin, you’re up.”
Haitong greeted her husband as she entered the house, and then closed the door.
Zhan Yin didn’t respond to him, with a sullen face, he turned around and went back to his room.
She left him early in the morning and went out. When she came back, she called him by his name as before when she entered the door, not her husband.