What you write represents your true inner thoughts!
Explain that you really traveled through time?
What a joke!
In a panic, he lay down on the bed and hurriedly opened his mobile phone, pretending to read QQ messages.
"Are you awake? Husband?"
Du Jing opened the door gently and walked in with a breath of cold air.
Her face was red from the cold, and when she saw Zhang Haidong was awake, she rubbed her hands and began to take off her coat.
"Ah...I woke up..."
Zhang Haidong stuttered for a moment before answering.
"Actually, the rest in the detention center is quite good, and I'm not that tired. I'm just waiting for you to go home. When you come back and look at your daughter, I'm going to see Brother Wen's family. You're right, I may have passed.
Today, I really don’t have time to see them.”
He said with a dry smile on his lips.
"Well, it's very cold outside today. Remember to wear warm clothes before going out. Don't get cold."
Du Jing didn't notice his embarrassment, opened the drawer, took out the only three hundred yuan inside and handed it to Zhang Haidong.
"Since they take such good care of you here, we can't forget their kindness. You can buy some fruit, milk, etc. and bring them there. If you have children, just bring a toy."
Seeing Du Jing being so reasonable, Zhang Haidong couldn't help but squint his eyes.
Even though I have only been reborn for more than two months, I don't know what kind of feelings I have for Du Jing in my heart.
But such a good wife is really rare.
He must protect it.
"Yes. I understand. Don't worry, wife."
"Hey, husband, why are your eyes so red? Are you crying?"
Du Jing saw something wrong in Zhang Haidong's eyes and asked doubtfully.
"No... maybe I just woke up and my eyeballs are bloodshot. How could I, a grown man, cry?"
Zhang Haidong took the money and put it in his pocket. While getting dressed, he covered up his embarrassment and changed the subject: "By the way, wife, your resume is mixed? There should be too few places to recruit people at the end of the year. If it doesn't work, we won't
Done. The worst I can do is raise you and your daughter at home. It’s not like I can’t support this family.”
"De Xing, go quickly. It will be dark soon. People on the bus will squeeze you to death."
Zhang Haidong put on his clothes and walked out of home with relief.
"call!"
He exhaled a long breath.
It's so thrilling.
Du Jing almost saw it and couldn't explain it clearly.
Fortunately, I now know where the diary is stored.
Next time you go to see it, be sure to choose a time to avoid Du Jing.
For some reason, he seemed to feel that another woman named Du had left some mark on his heart.
This mark is very deep.
Perhaps this is what led to his current miserable state.
He wanted to see what else was written on the back.
After reading it, burn the diary.
It's really cold.
Zhang Haidong squeezed the bus all the way to his destination.
He walked into the supermarket next door and bought a box of milk. After thinking about it for a while, he gritted his teeth and bought a Transformers toy. Then he followed the address given by Brother Wen.
Looking at the magnificent door in front of him, he was stunned.
The language of mountains and rivers!
Villa area!
Is Fourth Brother Wen’s family so rich?
No, you are so rich, why do you still have to be detained?
Zhang Haidong opened his mouth wide.
…
In just a few minutes, several BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes, and even a Rolls-Royce, came in and out from the gate of the community.
He was stunned!
After a long while, he shook his head vigorously, took out the note and walked to the security booth next to him.
He knocked on the window and then asked: "Hello, this is Shanshuilinyu, I'm looking for someone."
With that said, he handed the note in.
"A relative is visiting? Or are you looking for a friend? Have you contacted your family members? Who are your family members?"
the security guard asked.
"Ah, not yet. I am a friend of the host. He is out of town and cannot come back. I was entrusted by him to come and visit his family."
Zhang Haidong showed the gift in his hand.
"Wait a moment."
The security guard called the phone.
As expected of a large villa area, the service here is truly extraordinary.
"Oh, okay, okay!"
The security guard held the phone and talked for a while, then handed over a book: "Okay. Just register your name and contact information here, and you can go in."
Zhang Haidong signed his name quickly.
"Go straight in from the main entrance and turn left at the second intersection. Villa No. 11 is their home. Don't go wrong."
"Thank you very much!"
Zhang Haidong quickly found Villa No. 11 with the gift in hand, and then gently rang the doorbell.
A middle-aged woman about forty years old opened the door.
"Hello."
"You are Sister Wang, right? My name is Zhang Haidong, and I am a friend of Fourth Brother Wen. He hopes that I can come and see the children and the elderly, and help him walk around."
Zhang Haidong said, showing the gift in his hand.
"Please come in, please come in."
The nanny was relieved.
Zhang Haidong followed the nanny and entered the door carrying a gift.
The villa is very luxurious, with marble decoration and mahogany furniture visible to the eye. On the wall in the center are several paintings and calligraphy with a very classical feel, which seem to be antiques. It adds a sense of luxury.
The handrails of the stairs are golden. From the stairs, it seems that the villa has three floors.
How majestic!
It would be great if my family of three could live in a villa like this. It is simply a pleasure.
Zhang Haidong said with envy in his heart.
However, there was an old man's smell in the living room, which made his nose not so comfortable.
The nanny poured a glass of water, and then said softly: "I just fell asleep, so please sit down first. I'll see the old man first when I go in."
"It's okay, it's okay, you go ahead and do your work."
Zhang Haidong sat down.
Although the villa is large, the home looks a bit lifeless and has no popularity at all.
Fourth Brother Wen must have made a lot of money in these years. When Fourth Brother Wen comes out, I will have to ask him about his ability to make money.
By the way, I would like to advise him to take the right path and marry a wife to make the family more popular.
A home must be prosperous to have a good taste.
Soon, the nanny pushed an old man in his sixties or seventies out of the bedroom.
"It's lost, it's all lost! No one can touch my heart. If anyone touches my heart, I will fight to the death!"
The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a rag doll, and said loudly.
"Don't worry, no one will touch your heart. Just protect yourself."
The nanny pushed the old man over and said: "This is Wen Si's mother. She may have been a little stimulated in her early years, and now she is a little confused. She holds something in her arms all the year round, saying that it is her heartache, and no one can
Can't move."
Zhang Haidong quickly stood up and nodded.
Wen Si actually said this situation.
It seems that the old man is really dementia.
"Hello, aunt, no one will touch your heart."
Zhang Haidong said with a smile.
The old man heard Zhang Haidong's words and seemed to be very curious about the young man in front of him. His eyes lit up and he grabbed Zhang Haidong's hand: "Are you a friend of Wen Si?"
Huh?
Even the elderly have sober moments!
Zhang Haidong responded quickly: "Yes, I am Wen Si's friend and aunt. I just came here to see you!"
"That's good! My son is lost! Do you know where he is? My son is lost!"
The old man held Zhang Haidong's hand and kept talking.
"The old lady has always been so confused and said some strange things. I'd better push her back."
The nanny said, pushing the old man back to the room.
"My son is lost...My son is lost...Who can help me find my son..."
The old man didn't care about the pet peeve in his arms anymore, he just kept repeating one sentence.
Zhang Haidong sighed softly.
At this moment, a notebook flew down from upstairs, and then a little boy ran down the stairs.
This should be Brother Wen's fourth brother's child.
Those eyes and nose look very much like him.
She looks about seven or eight years old, and is a bit taller than Qianqian.
But his young face was full of melancholy.
"What's your name, kid?"
The child picked up the notebook, looked at Zhang Haidong, and then said warily: "Who are you?"
"I'm your father's friend. He's busy outside and asked me to come and see you. By the way, I also bought you a Transformer. What do you think of it?"
Zhang Haidong said, his tooth hurt and he took out the Transformer.
This thing cost him a hundred yuan.
The child's eyes lit up after seeing the Transformers, and he played with them for a while.
Only then did he start to trust Zhang Haidong: "My name is Wen Hui, and I am in the first grade this year. Do you know when my dad can come home to play with me?"
"Well, he will definitely come back to see you before the Chinese New Year. Don't worry."
Zhang Haidong remembered that Wen Si said that he had been detained for three months and had been in there for more than a month. The Chinese New Year was only in February, so he should be able to make it in time.
Wen Hui's expression changed.
"He is always busy! He is always busy! I am just a child without a father and a mother!"
As he spoke, he threw the notebook to the ground and started crying.
"Don't cry."
Zhang Haidong hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the child's head, stroking him gently to calm his emotions.
The homework book on the floor clearly says 92 points.
This child is very good at studying!
After a while, he felt that the child's mood had calmed down a bit, and he said softly: "Your father is really busy. When he is done with his work for a while, he will definitely come back to accompany you. Isn't this because I remember you in my heart and asked my uncle to help me?"
Do you want to buy Transformers? Don’t worry. By the way, there is a competition on Christmas and you can win prizes. Are you willing to participate with your uncle?"
Zhang Haidong asked.
"Christmas game?"
Wen Hui raised her head, then lowered her head quietly.
"No one in the class wants to play with me. I've never been good at any show."
"It doesn't matter. You can learn to sing and dance from now on. You can learn whatever you want. Only if you show your abilities will more children play with you? Look, you got 92 points in the exam.
Doesn’t that mean you are excellent? It’s just that people don’t know you are excellent yet.”
Zhang Haidong gently touched his head and persuaded him.
"Really? Uncle?"
"Really, how could I lie to you!"
"Okay! I'm going to perform on Christmas! I want everyone to be friends with me!"
Wen Hui happily rushed up the stairs and ran into the bedroom on the second floor.
"You really know how to make the child happy. This child doesn't speak to others when he sees him. He is very introverted. His father usually doesn't care about him. It would be great if you could come here more often."