Since Chen Hansheng had a car, every time he returned to Hong Kong City, he would ask xiaoyu'er and Wang Zibo whether to go home. Other students studying in Jianye occasionally sent a message: "Chen Hansheng, do you want to go back to your hometown recently? If so, give me a ride and I'll do something at home."
Generally speaking, Chen Hansheng takes it easily. After all, the bus from Jianye to Gangcheng also costs more than 60 yuan. How good it is to save this money. Someone also chats with him all the way.
But at this time, there are no holidays except children's day in early June.
The next morning, Chen Hansheng left school at more than 6 o'clock. In addition to worrying about his mother's body, he also wanted to know what was going on.
After watching the farce of Ye Qi and Zhang Eryu yesterday afternoon, Chen Hansheng didn't have time to aftertaste it. Liang Meijuan called and claimed that someone saw Lao Chen sitting opposite a woman in the coffee shop and had a good exchange.
According to the appearance description of Empress Dowager Liang, the woman is a little similar to Mo Ke, but it is reasonable to say that the character and conditions of "Mo Er Ma" should not eat Lao Chen. At most, they just sit down for a while.
Despite Liang Meijuan's whining at home, it's because she has a tolerant husband and a son who "doesn't fight back and scolds back". In fact, Liang Meijuan is an ordinary middle-aged woman in a small city.
She felt that after her husband "cheated", she first had a quarrel without explanation, and then thought of the dependence for the rest of her life - this obedient but filial son.
"Who is such a fool? It's just to scare empress dowager Liang."
Chen Hansheng complained dully. When he stepped on the accelerator, Xiao Xiali crawled slowly on the high speed like a tractor.
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At noon, he returned to Hong Kong City. Chen Hansheng didn't go home immediately, but came to Lao Chen's unit first.
He has rich experience and must first understand things before and after, so as to have coping strategies.
Chen Zhaojun was both happy and worried when he saw his son coming back.
I'm glad that my son has really grown up and can come back to solve things at home;
The worry is that the wife's temper is not very good, and the son may not succeed when he comes back.
"Let's go to dinner first."
Chen Zhaojun went to the canteen with his taller son in his arms. He was a little proud, but he didn't show it. He just saw his colleagues at the same age and asked Chen Hansheng to call him "uncle and aunt".
Lao Chen's colleagues also looked at Chen Hansheng kindly and responded with a smile.
"It's really careless. We're old. Director Chen's son is so old."
"Yes, he came here to do his homework when he was very young and wore a red scarf around his neck."
"Han Sheng still looks more like Lao Chen. His eyebrows and mouth are carved in a mold. His nose is a bit like Liang Meijuan."
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Hong Kong City is a very small city. Various bureaus and offices in government units often meet, so we all know that Chen Zhaojun and Liang Meijuan are husband and wife.
Chen Hansheng recalled that the last time he came to Lao Chen's unit, it seemed that he was still in the fifth grade of primary school.
At that time, there was no air conditioner at home, so he ran here when he had nothing to do. However, later, after something called "Internet cafe" appeared, Chen Hansheng would rather watch people beat the red police.
When eating in the canteen, the teacher Fu, wearing water boots and white overalls, came out to talk to Chen Hansheng. The organ paid more attention to his qualifications. Even if the teacher Fu had not been prepared, he had cooked in the kitchen for more than 20 years. The director changed many posts, and the old man still stood tall.
However, don't imagine him as a floor sweeper in the eight dragons. It's an unrealistic martial arts. In reality, the uncle has a poor mouth and a loud voice. He doesn't have to let anyone except the chief director lose his temper.
Chen Hansheng politely said hello and took out his cigarette. The chef left with his head held high.
"It's also strange."
While eating, Chen Hansheng talked to Lao Chen: "when I go out with you, people say I look more like you; when I go out with my mother, they say I look more like empress dowager Liang."
Chen Zhaojun smiled gently: "you were born to your mother and me. Isn't it normal to look like you?"
"Hey, hey."
Chen Hansheng blinked mischievously: "I think I'm a little like aunt Mo, especially my eyes."
Chen Zhaojun:······
After lunch, Chen Hansheng followed Lao Chen to the office to chat. He was also wondering: "Dad, why don't your colleagues praise me for my promise? They always praise me for being handsome. This truth can't be found by blind people. Do they need to emphasize it all the time?"
Chen Zhaojun patted the back of his son's head: "where are you going?"
"I'm not good enough to get on TV?" Chen Hansheng said.
"Oh ~"
Lao Chen seemed to think of something: "I didn't say it or let your mother say it. I just have some money. It's not worth showing off with my colleagues."
Chen Hansheng was stunned: "this is the only chance for me to become a 'good child' in the mouth of other parents. Why should you deprive me?"
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In the office, father and son sat opposite each other. Lao Chen also talked about yesterday with Chen Hansheng.
It turned out that Mo Ke had some special reasons to go back to Hong Kong City for treatment. Before leaving, he suddenly wanted to meet Chen Zhaojun. In the past, Mo Ke had no such idea, but he had more contact with Chen Hansheng recently, so he thought of his good friend in high school and pen pal in college.
Chen Zhaojun's contact information is easy to obtain. After all, he has been in Hong Kong City.
At that time, Lao Chen also hesitated about whether to attend the appointment or not. Later, he felt that he was "selfless and broad-minded". He just went to see an old friend.
However, he also sent a message to Liang Meijuan, claiming that he had entertainment.
Lao Chen often has meals. Liang Meijuan didn't care about it. Unfortunately, an acquaintance saw it and added fuel and vinegar to carry it to Liang Meijuan.
After Chen Zhaojun returned, he confessed immediately in the face of Liang Meijuan's questioning.
Oh, well, Chen Hansheng has to go home from Jianye, hundreds of kilometers, to "fight the fire".
"Hey, you said you
Chen Hansheng was speechless for a while: "my clever son, how can I have an honest father like you?"
Chen Zhaojun glared at Chen Hansheng: "it's the opposite!"
"At this time, what do you care about the details?"
Chen Hansheng stretched out three fingers: "Dad, there are three omissions in this matter. The first is that you didn't choose the right place to meet. Where can you be in the coffee shop? You should go to some remote places; the second is that when my mother asked, you must pretend to be very aggrieved, argue with reason, confess to sit in prison, resist going home strictly for the new year. Do I have to tell you this truth? Third, you shouldn't let my mother at all Knowing the existence of Moke, didn't you create the Shura field yourself... "
Lao Chen looked at his beaming son and couldn't help interrupting: "did you come back to help solve the difficulties or talk nonsense? Besides, I beat you!"
"Sorry, people in the industry are really sad about this operation."
Chen Hansheng patted his forehead and thought, "in fact, it's easy to solve the problem. You can call aunt Mo directly in front of my mother and ask her to help prove it."
"That's it?"
Chen Zhaojun asked incredulously.
However, Chen Hansheng was more surprised than Lao Chen: "do you really want to do this?"
"If it works, why not?"
Chen Zhaojun is very strange.
"Although this move is simple and practical, generally speaking, most men won't use it."
Chen Hansheng said, "because of this, there will be no way to be involved with others in the future. For example, this time, aunt Mo will feel that in your heart, my mother is more important than her."
"Your mother is more important than her, and Moke will understand."
Lao Chen said with a smile, his face full of magnanimity.
Chen Hansheng lowered his head in shame, and his face was as red as a red scarf.
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