Chapter 41

Driving, Zhuo Yong dislikes that the lanes in the old city are so narrow, and there are hawkers everywhere, which is very different from his usual life.

All of a sudden, an old woman with a basket selling fruit sprang out of the side lane. Zhuo Yong stepped on the brake quickly.

The peddler with the basket on his back was scared to death by Zhuo Yong, so he quickly left. Zhuo Yong lowered the window and scolded the peddler in the direction of leaving: "Damn it! Don't hit other people's cars if you want to die! Bad luck

Then, Zhuo Yong closed the window again.

If it wasn't for his own mother He would not come to such a place, to such a place totally inconsistent with his "successful person" Zhuo Zong.

Walk into a lane and turn into a familiar corridor. The building here is even a tube shaped building. The corridor is filled with an old damp musty smell. Zhuo Yong frowns.

This is a six story building. There is no elevator.

Walking to the familiar door, Zhuo Yong knocked on the door, "Mom, mom, are you there?"

It took a long time for the door to open, revealing a white haired face.

This is Zhuo Yong's mother, song Qinghua. At that time, when Zhuo Qingyi's biological mother was still alive, song Qinghua lived with them all the time.

Later, Zhuo Yong wanted to marry Yu wanna. Song Qinghua didn't agree, but nothing could stop him.

Since then, song Qinghua has offered not to live in Zhuo's house any more, but to move back to the cottage in the tube building in the old city.

Although Zhuo Yong's usual behavior is not a thing, he still has some mixed feelings in front of his mother. He feels that this time he sees song Qinghua, he is much older.

"Ma..." Zhuo Yong had no confidence in this cry. He knew that song Qinghua was very dissatisfied with him all the time. "The conditions of your building are getting worse and worse. Why bother living here all the time..."

"If you live in a big villa, you have to swallow it. I'd better live in a slum and be more comfortable." Song Qinghua said faintly that although she was very old, her words were still very clear.

Zhuo Yong was very embarrassed and rushed in.

Song Qinghua poured a glass of water and put it on the tea table. "Drink it. There are no famous drinks here. I don't know if boss Zhuo's stomach can stand it."

"Ma!" Zhuo Yong said helplessly, "what do you do when you say this? What kind of boss am I? I'm your son! "

"I know you have to go to the three treasures hall for everything." Song Qinghua picked up his cat and sat on the rocking chair with his back to Zhuo Yong. "What's the matter with you?"

"Mom, I'm really worried about you!" Zhuo Yong's tone pretended to be sincere. In order to convince song Qinghua, he forced out two cries, "Mom, I think of you living in such a place every day. My son is very sad!"

Song Qinghua touched the cat, and there was no waves in her eyes. She sighed, "it's hard for you to think of me living in such a place. Why don't you think about it? It's not hard for you to think about where Qingyi is and what life he is living!"

This is the thing that song Qinghua regrets the most.

Five years ago, after Zhuo Qingyi disappeared, there was no news.

"Qingyi! I came to you just for the sake of Qingyi! " Zhuo Yong hastened to say that he was worried about not knowing how to speak, but he didn't expect that his mother took the initiative to mention Zhuo Qingyi. He hastened to say, "Qingyi is a famous designer now, and has great potential! I'm here to take you home and meet Qingyi! "

Hearing Zhuo Yong say that Zhuo Qing had a whereabouts, song Qinghua suddenly stood up from the rocking chair and walked to Zhuo Yong tremblingly: "what what? Is that true? Have you found Qingyi? "

For a moment, song Qinghua's eyes were red.

At that time, if it wasn't for Zhuo Qingyi's mother, how could Zhuo Yong have the chance to enter the upper class?

Moreover, Zhuo Qingyi's mother is really kind and affectionate to Zhuo Yong. Song Qinghua feels most sorry for his poor daughter-in-law's failure to take good care of Zhuo Qingyi.

"It's true! I'm here to pick up mom this time. You're going to see Qingyi! "

Because Zhuo Yong moved out of Zhuo Qingyi, song Qinghua agreed to move back to Zhuo's home with Zhuo Yong.

Zhuoyong back, in wanna quickly welcome over, but see with Zhuoyong behind song Qinghua.

Yu wanna was obviously embarrassed for a second. After all, when Zhuo Yong wanted to marry her, song Qinghua pointed to her nose and scolded her for being a fox, which she still remembers.

But after all, it was Yu wanna. Her rank was not so low. She was embarrassed for a second. She immediately welcomed her with a smile: "Mom, why are you here?"

Song Qinghua glanced at Yu wanna, and without giving her a good look, he passed her directly.

Zhuo Yong also felt embarrassed and quickly said, "Mom hasn't been out for a long time. I'm sure I'm tired today. Mom, I'll take you upstairs to have a rest first."

Looking at Zhuo Yong holding song Qinghua upstairs, Yu wanna's eyes are full of hatred.

Damn it!

How did Zhuo Yong get this old woman?

Seeing Yu wanna, song Qinghua also felt uncomfortable.

Waiting for the room, she grabbed Zhuo Yong's hand: "Zhuo Yong, when can I see Qingyi?"If it wasn't for Qingyi's sake to let her stay under the same roof with that poisonous woman, she wouldn't like it for a minute!

Zhuo Yong lost his smile and said, "Mom, don't worry. You have a rest first. After a while, you call Qingyi. Didn't I tell you that Qingyi is now a famous designer and wants to work."

Song Qinghua nodded.

I didn't expect that Zhuo Qingyi, who has been missing for so many years, has become a famous designer.

It's Qingyi's mother. Zhuo Yong's original wife is blessed

Think of these, song Qinghua a pair of old eyes shed muddy tears, but think of a call to Zhuo Qingyi, she quickly dried the tears.

After a while, Zhuo Yong picked up his mobile phone.

"Mom, you use this cell phone." Zhuo Yong looked at Song Qinghua, "this is Qingyi's mobile phone number!"

Song Qinghua receives the mobile phone handed by Zhuo Yong. Her whole hand is shaking. She slowly presses the call key.

Zhuo Qing is drawing a draft there. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yong calls her at this time.

Zhuo Qing frowns, a little irritable. What does Zhuo Yong want to do? Do you really think you can't see his intention?

Although he thought so, Zhuo Qingyi left the office and connected the phone in the corridor.

"Hey, what do you have..." As soon as the video call was connected, Zhuo Qing was stunned.

The opposite is not Zhuo Yong's disgusting face, but A tearful face.

"Grandma..." Zhuo Qing murmured, her eyes turned red unconsciously.

She still remembers that when she was a child, her family of three lived with her grandmother.

At that time, Zhuo Yong's business had just picked up. His mother was in good health, and his grandmother was kind. At that time, Zhuo Qingyi thought she was the happiest little girl in the world.