"I can't help it. You are a man of few words. You can tell at a glance that your mood is not very relaxed. I don't have the temper to enlighten others, so I can only talk about topics that interest me."
Having not been home for nearly seven years, no matter how calm and calm a person is, he will feel a little uneasy.
Duan Zhaoan kissed her cheek and said softly: "I'll give the old man a call and ask him to go home. Auntie has to make a call somewhere, uncle... just wait until he comes back to see him in the evening."
Gu Chen, who was smiling with his lips pursed, glanced at him sideways, thinking of General Duan who was always ignored by the Duan family intentionally or unintentionally, and felt inexplicably... In fact, occasionally teasing General Duan, whose expression was as rigid as a piece of iron, was actually...
Quite interested.
No wonder the old man loves to tease General Duan the most.
Ye Rongxuan happened to be at home. Yesterday she went to the hospital to see Ni Qianling and saw that her milk supply was not very high. This morning she and Aunt Ren were busy together, delivering lactation-stimulating soup to Ni Qianling.
She had just returned from the hospital and was going to go back to her study to work for a while. She was a little surprised when she received a call from Duan Zhaoan.
Subconsciously, he looked up at the time. It was neither early nor late. It was a little after three in the afternoon. Why did Zhaoan call at this time? Did Gu Chen come to Beijing and need to go back to the compound to stay for a few days?
The two of them are not in the same army for the time being, and Ye Rongxuan and the others know that.
It is true that Gu Chen needs to go back to the compound to stay for two days, but he is the one accompanying him.
Ye Rongxuan's dignified face showed a slight smile and said: "Okay, have you had lunch? Do you need to prepare something at home to weigh your stomach?"
Duan Zhaorong, who had hailed a taxi, saw Duan Zhaoan making a phone call from the car. When the car stopped, he didn't pay much attention. Instead, he said to Gu Chen: "Brother and sister, you and Zhaoan sit in the back."
The voice was not very loud, but when he spoke, Duan Zhaoan was bending slightly to open the door for Gu Chen. His voice was low and shallow, and it vaguely reached Ye Rongxuan's ears.
Even if my son has been separated for nearly seven years, what kind of voice does he have as a mother?
Ye Rongxuan's heart skipped a beat as she was about to hang up the phone. She had never lost her composure even at home. She stood up from the sofa and said, "Zhao'an... you... who are you with?"
Her voice was slightly trembling, she had long lost the heroine's calmness, and her hand holding the microphone even trembled a little.
She heard the sound that she always dreamed of hearing in her dreams... Although it was very soft and blurred to the point where she could only hear a few words, she could not hear it wrong, it was absolutely impossible to hear it wrong.
The loss of composure only lasted a few seconds. After speaking, Ye Rongxuan slowly sat down again and asked calmly: "I heard someone talking to you. Can you tell me who it is?"
I can’t hear it wrong, but I’m not sure.
Duan Zhaoan was still thinking about surprising his family when he returned. Seeing this, he smiled and said, "Well, there's nothing inconvenient to say. I'll let him say hello to you by himself."
Say hello..., Ye Rongxuan took a deep breath and waited for the person on the other end of the phone to speak with a normal expression.
Duan Zhaorong took the phone and glanced at Duan Zhaoan with murderous eyes. His younger brother was older... and he was no less capable of tricking people than he was before.
Holding the phone tightly, Duan Zhaorong felt that his throat was dry and his vocal cords were so tight that he seemed to be mute. He suddenly didn't know what to say, and his delay in speaking made the driver of the car nervous.
