Xu Zhaozhao and Gu Qingyan transmigrated as the villain's vicious mother in the full text of the baby comprehensive milk baby Chapter 252 Welcome the eldest lady home
Like a conditioned reflex, Xu Zhaozhao clenched the phone in his hand and put it in his pocket.
The ringtone turned into a muffled sound, and I realized that Gu Qingyan was not at home...
"Hey, Xiaoyao."
The first time he answered the phone openly, Xu Zhaozhao felt a little guilty and his voice was a little weaker.
"Is Sister Zhaozhao in the imperial capital?"
Afraid that Xu Zhaozhao would find it strange, he added: "I'm in the Xu family compound."
The Xu Family Courtyard... Although I have no impression of it, I know who lives there.
"I'm in the imperial capital."
"Aunt Song wants to meet you, but she is afraid that you won't have time to disturb you, so she doesn't dare to talk to you."
The place where he stood was very empty, and his voice came in with the wind, "I just took it upon myself to call my sister and ask."
Neither she nor Song Jinshi went back home often, but Yu Yao, who only lived at home when he was a child, misses his mother every day.
Anyway, there is nothing much going on today, and this episode of "Forest Conference" is almost over.
"I'm free today, I'll go over now."
"Well, wait for you."
hang up the phone.
Xu Zhaozhao glanced upstairs and saw that Gu Yulin's class had just begun, so he didn't want to disturb him.
Found "Shishi" in the WeChat list.
Shhhhh: You, Xiaozhi, what have you been busy with lately?
Shishi: [voice message]
"I will drink that stinky woman Xia Huai today, no one can stop me!"
Shishi: Zhao Zhaobb, this brat is very drunk. What do you want to do with him?
Taking into account the context, this tone sounds like something Sister Xia Huai could say.
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Why do these two people stay together? Are they still fighting for wine?
Shhhhh: It’s okay.
Hush Hush: Sister Xia Huai, please play gently and save his life...
Why does Song Jinshi, a silly boy, always like to go against Xia Huai?
Shishi:[ok]
Come on, my unreliable brother is totally unreliable, so I have no choice but to go on my own.
Xu Zhaozhao went to change his clothes. Because he was going home to see his mother, he gave up his usual dressing style.
Wearing a simple white long skirt and braids, she looked like a rare lady.
When I went out, I asked the housekeeper to tell Yuyu that she was going to her grandmother's house and there was nothing to worry about.
She won't go to the Xu Family Courtyard, but the driver will.
I spoke to the driver and arrived at the gate within twenty minutes.
Xu Zhaozhao got out of the car and the driver drove to the underground garage.
The entire Xu Family Courtyard is full of oriental aesthetics.
There are complex patterns everywhere on the corridors and doors, and even the servants have a sense of age.
"Miss."
"Hello, Miss."
"Welcome home, Miss."
While walking along this small road, more than a dozen people had already greeted her. Seeing that they were quite young, she nodded in response to them all.
This title is different from "Miss Xu" and "Mrs.", and I have an inexplicable feeling in my heart.
She is in this world... protected by someone.
Xu Zhaozhao did not exist in the original world.
Some people are not worthy of being parents, and excessive gambling and domestic violence are the norm.
When she was very young, she followed the filming team out of the small rural village.
People in small rural areas didn't know how to use mobile phones and couldn't contact her. They just thought she was lost and lost a tow bottle.
Xu Zhaozhao took a deep breath, put away his thoughts, and walked into the hall.
Yu Yao noticed her appearance immediately and turned his head quietly.
Song Zhiyu was still holding gardening scissors, with her back to Xu Zhaozhao, pruning the green plants in front of her.
"I plant all other flowers and plants in the yard,"
She looked at the green plants in front of her and talked excitedly, not noticing the movement behind her. "Only this pot, I want to put it in the house and see it myself."
"Xiaoyu, do you still remember why?"
"of course I remember."
As he answered, his eyes were still looking at Xu Zhaozhao, "The seeds of these daffodils were caught by Sister Zhaozhao herself when she was full moon."
"I used to have fish under this daffodil, but they couldn't survive even after I raised them."
Song Zhiyu showed a smile and put down the scissors, "I didn't expect that you still remember it. Zhaozhao may not even remember it..."
"You said bad things about me behind my back, but I listened to them all."
Only at this time did Xu Zhaozhao speak out.
Song Zhiyu immediately stopped playing with the daffodils, turned around, and looked at Xu Zhaozhao in shock.
The two of them had identical apricot eyes, both of which were a little moist.
"Be good!"
The director, who was serious and cold on the set, rushed to his daughter. Only when he touched her hot body temperature did he confirm that this was not an illusion.
Xu Zhaozhao hugged her.
It’s been so long since I’ve been in this world, and this is the first time I’ve hugged Ms. Song.
"It makes me shed tears and add a few more wrinkles."
Song Zhiyu held her arm tightly, fearing that she would float away if he let go, "Just like your father."
"What about dad?"
With a little curiosity, Xu Zhaozhao looked around several times, but there was no fourth person.
"I went on a business trip abroad in a hurry this morning."
Song Zhiyu pulled her to sit on the sofa, "If I had known you would come, I wouldn't have let him go."
I was really frightened by Xu Zhaozhao's surprise, and I couldn't stand still if I didn't sit down.
Xu Zhaozhao's beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised.
Her father also rushed abroad this morning?
"Xiaoyu, come here, come here. It's really strange for the three of us to be together besides the hospital."
Song Zhiyu held Xu Zhaozhao with one hand and waved towards Yu Yao with the other hand.
He smiled and nodded, sat on a single sofa next to them, made tea familiarly, and poured it into their teacups.
Through the chat content, Xu Zhaozhao knew that the original owner had not been home for a long time, and asked her what she had been doing in the past few years.
Sometimes the topic would turn to Yu Yao, and he would answer in an orderly manner, telling about his experiences abroad, and his humorous language made Ms. Song laugh.
After drinking a few pots of tea, the sun was going down and Song Zhiyu wanted to cook in person.