Chapter 145 Aunt or Grandma?
"Go straight to the end, it's on the far left."
The person who answered the phone was not Zhong Qiming, but Zhong Qiming's mother.
When she learned that a little girl came to look for her son, she was happier than anyone else.
As soon as he heard it, he immediately let them go.
She even waited at the door herself.
And what is Zhong Qiming doing at this time?
Of course, he was sleeping.
After finally returning home, he had to go to bed late and get up late in order to avoid being nagged by his mother.
After about five minutes, Bai Jing arrived at the place the guard pointed to.
At this moment, a kind-looking figure rushed towards Bai Jing.
"Are you here to look for Qiming? Come on, little girl, let's go inside first. It's cold outside." Mother Zhong looked at her daughter-in-law as she pulled Bai Jing and walked towards her home.
Bai Jing was confused for a moment, but when she heard the name Qiming, she guessed who the person in front of her was.
"Thank you, Auntie."
But looking at her well-maintained face, I really can't call her grandma.
"Oh, okay, okay, okay." Mother Zhong was so happy.
The Zhong family's house is a two-story building, which shows that Zhong's father holds a high official position.
I just don't know how I raised a son like Zhong Qiming who doesn't follow the rules.
You know, officials are afraid that their children will cause trouble, but Zhong Qiming is different. He only does shameful things.
Even when they were on the sofa in Zhong's house, Zhong's mother was still holding Bai Jing's hand.
"What's your name, little girl? How long have you known Qiming?" Mother Zhong asked excitedly.
Bai Jing is not stupid, and she felt somewhat uncomfortable when she heard this.
"Auntie, my name is Bai Jing. I have known Uncle Zhong for more than half a year. Mainly because Uncle Zhong and my third uncle are good friends." Bai Jing was afraid of being misunderstood, so she just called him uncle.
This time, Zhong's mother was stunned.
Uncle Zhong?
Are you sure you're not here to look for your spouse?
"Um, little girl, are you here to look for Qiming?" Mother Zhong asked again, fearing that she had misunderstood.
Bai Jing nodded, "Yes, Auntie, is Uncle Zhong home?"
Now Mother Zhong’s hopes were dashed.
The expression on his face changed again and again.
But he still resisted the urge to embarrass himself in front of Bai Jing, "At home, at home, I'll go call him down now, you sit and wait."
After saying that, Mother Zhong let go of Bai Jing's hand and rushed to the second floor.
Zhong Qiming, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by a mouthful of water sprayed by his mother.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Zhong Qiming sat up from the bed with a start and saw his mother staring at him with anger.
"What are you doing, you little brat? What do you think I'm doing?" Well, I thought the little brat had come to his senses, but he turned out to be a junior.
She was so mad, so mad.
Bai Jing, the loving mother and filial son upstairs, didn't know that more than ten minutes later, she saw Uncle Zhong.
"Uncle Zhong." Seeing someone coming down, Bai Jing stood up and called him.
When Zhong Qiming heard the familiar voice, he immediately rubbed his eyes with the hand that was rubbing the aching back of his head.
"Xiao Jing." She walked downstairs quickly. "Why are you here? Did your third uncle tell you?"
"Well, I went to ask my third uncle. He told me about what happened last time. He was just busy these past two days, so he just came over now. Uncle Zhong, please don't be angry with me."
"What are you talking about?" Zhong Qiming stepped forward and patted Bai Jing's shoulders twice. "I know you're busy. There's no rush for that matter. We can wait until after the New Year."
"Come and sit down. Let's have lunch at home. Uncle Zhong will show you his cooking skills." Knowing that, Bai Jing agreed.
Knowing that she had many questions, he planned to explain them to her at the dinner table.
Mrs. Zhong, who was standing by, finally understood that she was not an aunt but a grandmother.
"Qiming, don't you want to introduce yourself to mom?" Mother Zhong didn't have any problem with Bai Jing, but she had misunderstood their relationship before, so she had to correct it somehow.
Zhong Qiming slapped his forehead and said, "Look at me, Mom. This is the niece of my savior. Now she is also my niece. Her name is Bai Jing. You can just call her Xiao Jing. It will make us seem closer."
"Xiao Jing, this is my mother, you can just call her grandma."
When the word "Grandma" came out, Zhong's mother's forehead twitched again and again, but finally she endured it for Bai Jing's sake.
Bai Jing stood up and called for help again.
"Hello, Grandma Zhong. I'm sorry for causing you to misunderstand me just now, but I also think Uncle Zhong should find a partner."
Zhong Qiming was confused and felt uneasy when he saw his niece betraying him.
"No, Xiaojing, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhong Qiming is actually not that old, only 26. He is not really interested in finding a partner. The main reason is that none of the ones his family found are to his liking.
If he wants to find one, he must find one that suits his taste.
It has been delayed until now.
Although Wang Fei is one year younger than Zhong Qiming, he has a partner. If it weren't for the family issues, they could have had a wedding this year.
But now, that’s another matter.
After all, these days everyone cares about their own composition.
Now that the Wang family has a son named Wang Chang, I'm afraid the Wang family will have some difficulties in family matters.
Although Wang Ping was not involved in any foreign enemy incidents, it was not a glorious thing for him to be imprisoned for gambling.
"I'm not talking nonsense. My third uncle is only four years older than you. His two sons are already that old. Uncle Zhong, you should be worried too."
There was one more thing she didn't say. Someone like him who couldn't get married would probably be sent to the countryside this year.
"I just don't believe that you don't know what you'll face when you come back?" Bai Jing said to Zhong Qiming jokingly.
Mrs. Zhong, standing by, was as happy as if she had found a kindred spirit. "Oh, finally someone understands how I feel. If someone didn't, they would think there was something wrong with my son. Xiaojing, you don't know how much I've been through."
This time Zhong Qiming was really disliked.
At noon, Bai Jing had lunch at the Zhong family's house. There were only her, Uncle Zhong and Grandma Zhong. Father Zhong did not come back because he was busy at work before the New Year.
"Don't buy these things next time. Grandma will be happy when you come. This is the best gift." When Bai Jing was about to leave, Zhong's mother held her tightly, reluctant to let her go.
"Okay, I will definitely not buy it next time I come. Grandma will come to see you next time." Bai Jing pushed the bicycle and accepted all the instructions from Mrs. Zhong with a smile on her face.
Seeing her so obedient and well-behaved, Zhong's mother felt even more heartbroken.
Missed a good daughter-in-law.
Zhong Qiming sent her to the door. There were some things that he could not decide alone, so he had to wait for Wang Fei to come.
But he asked Wang Fei to go to the commune to help her prepare the New Year's goods she wanted. Even if they were replaced by someone else, it would still be no problem to get some things.
Bai Jing was very happy about this. Finally, she didn't have to get up early and go out.
However, she had to find a way to use up the food and meat coupons her mother gave her, otherwise they would expire if kept for too long.
"Uncle Zhong, please go back. I also need to go to the Public Security Bureau. My car hasn't been stamped yet. It's a good time to go pick up my mother."
"Okay, then drive slowly. There's snow on the road, so don't fall."
"good."
After leaving, Bai Jing rode her bike to the Public Security Bureau.
She first asked someone to stamp it for her, and then she went straight to the cafeteria to find her mother.
Tell her the good news that you bought a bicycle.
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