Chapter 227: The Romance of the Small Attic

I handed He Jiaxiao's broken matter to Aunt, and Aunt handed it to Wu Qian. As for what method Wu Qian would think of to deal with it, it was no longer my business. I have a bottom in my heart, once things reach Aunt's hands, I basically don't need to worry about anything.

Coming and going to Hengyue City continuously, every time it was a car pick-up, after sitting a few more times, people became expensive, and I didn't want to squeeze the bus anymore. Although it is much more convenient from Hengyue City to Chunshan County now, not only are there many cars, but the environment and road conditions in the car are much better than before.

But I can't drive myself, and I don't have a car, and I don't want to trouble Huang Weiwei.

Huang Weiwei was still angry with me for refusing to see her father. I called her for a day, but she either didn't answer or didn't speak when she answered, making me feel annoyed.

Saying goodbye to my mother at home, I saw Meizhu sitting in the yard washing clothes, a typical little daughter-in-law form, a strand of hair hanging down covering her clean forehead. Seeing me, she raised her foam-covered hands, used her wrist to lift her hair, and smiled sweetly, full of style.

Mother was reluctant to let me go, holding me and chattering. A sourness surged in my heart. I helped Mother straighten the somewhat messy hair on her head, and told Mother with deep affection that I would be back in a short time, and I would accompany her all day.

Mother smiled kindly, comforting me not to worry about her. She now has a clever daughter, and I should work hard outside, saying that men should focus on their careers.

Walking halfway, I suddenly remembered Jin Ling and her son, so I turned back, bought a toy gun and a cantaloupe, and walked towards the specialty company.

Jin Ling was scolding Zhao Er. Seeing me, she straightened up in surprise and rubbed her eyes several times, then beamed with joy and let Zhao Er call me "Godfather".

Zhao Er had just been scolded by his mother, and his mood seemed very bad. He raised his eyes and looked at me listlessly, squeezing a word "Dad" from the bottom of his throat.

I handed him the toy gun, he didn't seem to like it, but shouted to eat cantaloupe. Jin Ling raised her hand to hit, I persuaded her: "How big is the child, you are willing?"

Jin Ling's eyes turned red, counting Zhao Er: "You don't know how naughty he is, either he smashed the Zhang family's glass today, or he wants to pull out the Li family's flowers tomorrow, I'm almost annoyed by him."

My heart was happy, this kid is the same as his father, a goods that wishes the world would be in chaos. It is different from his current father Zhao Jinming, Zhao Jinming is a child who understands things early, not only understands the love between men and women at a young age, but also knows how to advance and retreat, polite.

"If you are not naughty when you are young, what success can you have when you grow up?" I almost used myself as a metaphor.

Jin Ling tilted her eyes, her eyes flowing and looking at me: "Is it because you were also very naughty when you were young?"

I shook my head and denied it. Jin Ling pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't dare to admit it? The old saying is good, dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, mice beget children who can dig holes."

I was said to have a layer of astringency on my face, and hurriedly turned the topic away: "Is Director Zhao not at home?"

"Out for a few days. The rural foundation is not allowed to be engaged in, he has to find something to eat? I don't know how the policy is engaged in, changing today, changing tomorrow, the common people don't know what to do." Jin Ling handed me a glass of water and lowered her voice: "The foundation has lent a lot of money in these years, and it can't be collected back. Now it is not allowed to be engaged in, Jinming is worried that his hair is white, like a little old man."

I was startled, remembering that there was still more than 100,000 deposited in his foundation. A while ago, I received a document from the county that the foundation was dissolved. At that time, I didn't care much, but now that she mentioned it, I suddenly remembered, so I pretended to be careless and said: "I have a sum of money deposited with him, I don't know how it is."

Jin Ling curled her lips and said: "By the time you think of this, the day lily is cold. Your money is safe. I helped you deposit it in the credit union." She seemed to have just remembered this, and hurried to the inner room, muttering as she walked: "I have to return the passbook to you."

Jin Ling and her son live in the attic where I used to live. It is still that bed, still that chair, Yue Bai has lived in it, and now it has been changed to her.

"Come with me to get it." She turned back and called me, and said to Zhao Er: "Er, I will get something for your godfather, you help mother watch the shop."

Zhao Er nodded sensibly, gave me a sweet smile, and seemed to have a deep meaning.

Following Jin Ling upstairs, as soon as I entered the room, Jin Ling couldn't wait to rush into my arms, muttering in her mouth: "You ungrateful person, still remember to come see me."

I pushed, but didn't push, so I had to stand still, letting her go crazy.

"I know you broke up with Bing'er, otherwise, I wouldn't." She said softly: "Originally, it was sister-in-law seducing you, wanting to leave a seed for the Zhao family. Now the child is so big, what else do I want? A woman, if she doesn't even have this little fun, living is not as good as dying."

"Isn't Zhao Jinming at home?" I said, being confused by her words.

She giggled, and said without concealment: "Since having Er, he doesn't even have the meaning of thinking. You don't know, he sleeps on the bed, just like a piece of wood, where can there be any private affairs between men and women."

We slowly approached the bed, she straightened up, hugged my waist from behind, and pressed me on the bed...

Just then, I heard Zhao Er's crisp call from below: "Dad is back."

I was startled, pushed Jin Feng away, looked out through the window, Zhao Jinming was carrying a black handbag, squatting in front of Zhao Er, pointing at the attic and talking.

Jin Ling was still fascinated, hugging my waist from behind.

"He's back." I said, straightening my messy hair.

"Why are you afraid of him? If you have the ability, go up yourself." Jin Ling changed her past gentleness and kindness, looked at Zhao Jinming sarcastically and said: "We make a bet, he doesn't dare to come up."

"But I can't let him have no face." I said, seriously and earnestly.

"He has a fart face, you gave him a green hat a few years ago." Jin Ling spoke without restraint, making me extremely embarrassed, and secretly regretted coming to her place.

"Sister-in-law, now you have to give me face." I said, preparing to go downstairs. I can't let a man stand in his own house, watching his own woman on the bed with another man. This is not face, but dignity! A man's dignity!

Jin Ling sighed, grabbed me, and asked softly: "When will you come again?"

I shook my head and said: "I won't come again."

Jin Ling turned pale with disappointment, stared at me for a long time, suddenly kissed me on the face, sighed, bent down and touched a passbook from the box under the bed and handed it to me: "Yours, take it back."

I hesitated and didn't take it. She stuffed the passbook into my hand and went downstairs without saying a word.

Walking to the stairs, she turned back, smiled sadly and said: "Bing'er and I are both dead in your hands!" ===== CHAPTER 228 =====