Zheng Hua looked at his old wife in pain and despair for a moment, then closed his eyes.
He was in so much pain.
He didn’t look at her, and she wasn’t angry. She got up, walked to the window again, and looked out the window.
My thoughts have long gone without knowing where they are going.
If that man was willing to be with her, willing to help her, and willing to marry her, her life would definitely be happy and happy. Unfortunately, he would always be loyal to his eldest sister.
Even if her sister gets married, has a daughter, and passes away, that person will not be with her, but will disappear.
Decades have passed, and she is now seventy years old. That person may have passed away long ago. What is she still worried about?
“Ring ring ring…”
The head of the Feng family’s cell phone rang.
She took out her mobile phone and saw that it was Feng Qing calling.
After a moment of silence, the head of the Feng family answered Feng Qing’s call.
“mom.”
Feng Qing called her mother on the phone, “Mom, are you okay?”
She did not directly ask how her father’s injury was, but first asked about her mother’s condition.
The head of the Feng family said calmly: “The worst is nothing but this. What else can mom do? You have grown up and I have become a grandma. Mom can see whether your dad has other women.”
From now on, Zheng Hua will never meet a woman again.
What else is she worried about?
“Mom, you haven’t eaten anything today. Can I send you some food?”
“No.”
The head of the Feng family refused at first, but after thinking about it, he changed his mind and said, “You can bring some food to Mom. It doesn’t have to be too rich. Mom is not in the mood to eat now. Send Mom some white porridge to go with it.” Just pickles.”
Feng Qing said: “Mom is very tired from taking care of my dad in the hospital. How can she eat so light? She gets hungry easily. When she is hungry, she easily loses her energy.”
After being silent for a long time, the head of the Feng family said: “The morning your aunt left, she had such a breakfast. She ate too much delicacies. She occasionally ate white porridge with pickles, saying it was very delicious.”
“Okay, I’ll send it to mom.”
Feng Qing said nothing more.