Seeing that Lao Chen was so conscious and didn't care about the feelings of his high school female classmates at all, and was determined to clear up the misunderstanding with his wife, Chen Hansheng thought that Lao Chen's cheating was harder than me to get back to his original intention.
"Okay, then it's settled. You can have a public phone call with Aunt Mo tonight and explain the matter clearly. I'll go home first to help you test the waters."
Chen Hansheng patted his butt and prepared to leave. Empress Liang felt unwell today and asked for leave to rest at home.
Chen Zhaojun nodded: "Then let's contact by text message. Actually, I wanted to ask for leave to take care of your mother, but she kicked me out."
Lao Chen was a little embarrassed after he finished speaking, but he still reminded: "Your mother may not have eaten lunch at home. Go to the noodle shop at the stadium to buy some. She likes the fried noodles there the most."
"Got it!"
Chen Hansheng turned around and looked at his father. In fact, Lao Chen was almost 50 years old. Although there was no white hair on his temples, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were getting deeper and deeper.
"Why are you still quarreling at your age? You are so bored."
Chen Hansheng walked downstairs with a clatter. He didn't know what he remembered, and suddenly looked up: "I will give you my granddaughter to take care of in two years. Let's see if you still have time to quarrel."
"Stinky boy..."
Old Chen smiled. When he saw Chen Hansheng driving away from the unit parking lot in a flash in his small Xiali, he felt a sense of warmth in his heart.
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There are many fried noodles in the downtown area of Gangcheng, but the best one is the one in the stadium. Chen Hansheng bought a portion of hot fried noodles and went home. He didn't dare to knock on the door for fear of disturbing Liang Meijuan who was resting.
He quietly opened the security door with the key. When he was changing his shoes, Liang Meijuan suddenly stretched out half of her body from the kitchen and stared at Chen Hansheng blankly.
The mother and son looked at each other for about 10 seconds. Queen Mother Liang suddenly closed the kitchen door, covered her head, and walked into the bedroom with a haggard face.
Chen Hansheng was a shrewd man. He saw that Liang Meijuan hadn't wiped the oil stains off her mouth, so he put down the fried noodles and rushed into the kitchen.
Liang Meijuan tried to stop him but failed.
Not long after, Chen Hansheng came out of the kitchen with a small pot, knocking on the pot lid and saying, "Pork ribs and vegetable noodles. I thought you were so sad today that you were crying, but you were cooking pork ribs noodles in the kitchen!"
"Mom, are you doing me justice?"
Chen Hansheng said with a look of grief and indignation.
"What are you yelling about?"
Liang Meijuan was also startled, and thought her husband had returned early. Fortunately, Chen Hansheng saw it and said nothing: "I only have the strength to divorce after I am full."
"What the hell is a divorce?"
Chen Hansheng slumped on the sofa: "I have never seen anyone secretly cooking pork chop noodles at home before the divorce. If you miss your son, just say it directly. Why use this method to trick me back home."
Liang Meijuan disagreed: "Who lied to you? Your father... Chen Zhaojun is so hateful. You know how hateful he is. It's okay for him to have dinner with that woman, but he even lied to me that he had social events. I don't want to live with a liar. Think about it quickly. After the divorce, will you live with your father or me?"
"In addition, if you follow me, you have to change your surname."
Liang Meijuan snorted: "Change your name to Liang Hansheng."
"Forget it, I'd better ask the welfare home if they will accept a baby like me who is 5 years old and more than 100 months old."
Chen Hansheng stood up and opened the bag of fried noodles: "Come and eat, Queen Mother."
Liang Meijuan's appetite was aroused by the smell, but she was still a little embarrassed, so she said seriously: "Chen Zhaojun and I had a quarrel last night."
Chen Hansheng nodded indifferently: "I know."
"I cried for a long time last night, and your father didn't comfort me."
"Didn't you drive him out of the bedroom? How can he comfort me?"
"Mom is really not feeling well."
"I will accompany you to the hospital tomorrow, that's all."
"He shouldn't have lied to me."
"Emmm······Although it is a white lie, he should be severely educated. When Lao Chen comes back in the evening, I will make a report on behalf of the Family Committee and let him reflect deeply."
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In the afternoon, Chen Hansheng stayed at home to chat with Liang Taihou. In fact, he mainly counseled Liang Meijuan and helped her beat her back.
In fact, for Liang Meijuan, "divorce" was just a harsh word at the moment. After all, her son was 20 years old, and the couple had a good relationship.
Liang Meijuan just wanted to express her anger and sadness, and probably jealousy.
"Does your body still hurt?"
Chen Hansheng asked.
Liang Meijuan nodded: "My waist hurts, my calves hurt, my ribs hurt, and my whole body feels uncomfortable."
Chen Hansheng sighed. In fact, this is because there is no pain anywhere, so it feels painful everywhere. There is a professional name in medicine called "neuralgia", which is mainly related to mood.
"Okay, if you say it hurts, I will hit you."
Chen Hansheng was helpless, but this is his own mother, there is nothing he can do.
Who knew that Liang Meijuan was quite disgusted: "Don't just hit me, talk about school things, how old is Xiao Shen's grandmother, will Xiao Yuer become a lawyer after studying law, how are Luo Xuan's parents..."
Chen Hansheng had to pick up some interesting things to talk about and make the middle-aged and elderly "divorced" women happy. While chatting, the mobile phone suddenly "ding" to receive a message.
Chen Zhaojun: How is your mother's mood? Can she eat?
Chen Hansheng glanced at the relief on Liang Meijuan's face and sent a message back to Lao Chen.
Chen Hansheng: No insider, send some H pictures.
Chen Zhaojun:?
Chen Hansheng: Sorry, I'm used to it. This sentence means that the situation is safe and my mother is fine.
Chen Zhaojun: That's good. I bought your mother's favorite fried dough twist after get off work. You keep it secret.
Chen Hansheng: In addition to fried dough twist, buy a bunch of flowers. Who would apologize with fried dough twist?
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In the evening, Chen Zhaojun pushed open the security door with a nervous mood and saw a familiar scene.
His son was lying on the sofa watching TV, impatiently changing channels. His wife was cooking in the kitchen, and the "humming" noise of the range hood could be heard in the living room.
"How is it?" Lao Chen asked quickly.
Chen Hansheng waved his hand confidently: "Little Chen is here, one can do two, what are you worried about?"
Liang Meijuan heard someone talking in the living room, opened the kitchen door and looked, and after finding that it was Chen Zhaojun, she slammed the door shut again.
Old Chen looked worried: "Didn't you say everything was done?"
"I haven't even called yet, organize your words now."
After Chen Hansheng finished speaking, he went to the kitchen and dragged Liang Meijuan out. Liang Meijuan was still yelling: "The vegetables are not cooked yet, wait for me to turn off the gas."
When she and Chen Zhaojun looked at each other, Liang Meijuan immediately had a cold face again, sat on the sofa without saying a word, and hit Chen Hansheng twice, asking him to sit down and watch TV.
Chen Zhaojun swallowed his saliva, and with the encouragement of his son, he took out his pager and called.
"Hello, Mo Ke, this is Chen Zhaojun."
"Oh, Zhaojun, what's up?"
Mo Ke's calm voice came from the hands-free, Liang Meijuan's face suddenly tensed, although she didn't look at the pager, but her attention was very focused.
"Well, the situation is like this."
Chen Zhaojun glanced at Liang Meijuan: "We sat in the cafe yesterday, and then my wife found out about it. We had a quarrel after returning home. Now I want you to prove it for me. We were just gossiping."
Chen Hansheng was a little surprised. Old Chen was in the government, and it would be an exaggeration to say that he had seven orifices, but he probably had three or four orifices. He usually paid attention to the way and degree of speaking.
With such a straightforward communication method today, he would rather offend Mo Ke than eliminate the family misunderstanding.
However, Mo Ke's reaction was just a slight smile, and after a while he asked: "Is Meijuan next to you?"
"Yes."
Chen Zhaojun handed the phone to Liang Meijuan.
Liang Meijuan was caught off guard and glared at her husband.
"Hello, I'm Liang Meijuan."
Liang Meijuan also began to get nervous.
"Meijuan, don't worry, Zhaojun and I are just high school classmates."
While Mo Ke was talking, Chen Zhaojun was smoking quietly, with a calm and relaxed look on his face, and a hint of emotion.
"I guess I still miss him a little."
Chen Hansheng thought secretly, but now both of them have families and have been together for so many years, so they can have such restraint.
"Meijuan, in fact, most of what we talked about yesterday was about Hansheng. To be honest, my wife and I don't have children. I think Hansheng likes him very much. I joked with Lao Chen yesterday that I wanted to recognize Hansheng as my godson."
"Why didn't you say this?"
Chen Hansheng glared at his father, silently expressing this emotion.
Chen Zhaojun looked at Liang Meijuan and shook his head slightly.
Sure enough, Liang Meijuan refused directly on the phone: "Hansheng is too naughty, he does not follow the rules, I often suffer from insomnia at night because of his affairs, I really don't want him to cause trouble to you..."
After the call, the misunderstanding was basically resolved, and Chen Hansheng put on airs again and criticized Lao Chen seriously.
"You must tell the truth in the future. With my mother's broad mind, will she stop you from meeting female classmates?"
After flattering, Chen Hansheng smiled flatteringly and said to Liang Meijuan: "Regarding Aunt Mo's adoption of a godson, I think..."
"No!"
Liang Meijuan interrupted directly.
For a middle-aged woman of her age, if she has no feelings for her husband, she can still agree to divorce, but if anyone steals her son, Liang Meijuan will probably fight desperately.
"Why do you care so much? You are not short of money now."
Chen Zhaojun asked in a low voice while Liang Meijuan went into the kitchen to cook.
Chen Hansheng rubbed his nose: "Two mothers, can't they correspond to two daughters-in-law..."