Haitong listened, but didn’t speak.
“Honey, don’t ignore me, don’t miss me, okay? Don’t leave, let’s have a good chat in a while. If you want to go back to the village to see the progress of your project, I will accompany you.”
Hai Tong finally spoke, she said flatly: “Young Master Zhan is so busy, how dare I let Young Master Zhan accompany me.”
“Honey, I was wrong.”
Hearing his wife’s sarcasm, Zhan Yin apologized in addition to apologizing.
“You drive carefully, I’ll have breakfast.”
Haitong said something lightly, then hung up the phone and returned the phone to her sister.
“What’s the matter?”
Hai Ling asked her sister while cooking noodles for the guests.
“My cell phone was turned to silent last night. I was anxious because I didn’t hear his call, so I called my sister.”
Haitong took out her phone while talking, and changed the mute to ringtone.
“For no reason, why did you turn your mobile phone to silent. You can go to your own business later, so you don’t need to bring Yangyang. Yangyang will go to the martial arts hall for classes starting today.”
Hai Tong hummed, she forgot that Zhan Yin had arranged for his nephew to learn Kung Fu.
It was because of Zhan Yin’s anger that she lost her memory.
Zhan Yin arranged for Ah Qi to take Yang Yang to class with Teacher Wu.
After all, Haitong left without waiting for Zhan Yin to arrive.
She, Shen Xiaojun and Shang Xiaofei went back to their hometown together.
Before leaving, she sent a message to Zhan Yin.
“In the evening, go home for dinner.”
It can be regarded as providing a step down for the couple to have conflicts for the nth time.
This is the difference between love and not love.
When they didn’t fall in love before, the couple had a cold war, and neither of them bowed their heads. She didn’t even take it seriously.
Now that they fell in love, they missed each other just after seeing each other for one night. He was anxious, and her heart softened.
After Zhan Yin received his wife’s message, he didn’t go to his aunt’s shop again, but went back to the company directly.
At the gate of the office building, he met his future sister-in-law Ning Yunchu.
Ning Yunchu held a cane in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other, it seemed that they were sending flowers to Zhan Yichen.
Hearing steady footsteps, Ning Yunchu stopped.
Facing Zhan Yin, he greeted tentatively: “Is it Young Master Zhan?”
Zhan Yin’s black eyes flickered, and the girl could recognize who it was by the sound of her footsteps.
“Miss Ning.”