Chu Yifeng asked a few questions about Mrs. Chu's condition, and finally asked his mother in a questioning tone: "It's so hot, how can you still catch a cold?"
Liang Yinqiu fell silent after hearing this question.
How would she know?
While she was in confinement after childbirth, her mother-in-law collapsed with a sigh. She had to get up and take care of her. After all, at her age, it didn't matter if she got sick. This is the worrying life of having elderly parents and young children.
Chu Yifeng nodded to the colleague who had just entered the office, and then said to the phone:
"A little after three o'clock? Bi Yue hasn't come home yet at that time." These past few days, Bi Yue had been busy dealing with matters concerning construction materials.
After a brief thought, he simply said:
"If you're in a hurry to see her, go directly after 5:30 in the evening."
Liang Yinqiu heard:
"Xiao Feng, you two have reconciled, right? If you have, then get married.
I can't sleep well when I think about it. I guess your grandma is also suffering from an urgent illness.
I can find some connections for you and get a marriage certificate based on the application date of the marriage report, so there will be no problems when the child is born.
Don't be anxious, you need to mention it to Bi Yue several times."
Chu Yifeng was upset. What were they all thinking about?
I had just heard that my mother was going to see Bi Yue, and I felt warm in my heart, especially since it was her birthday today. But when I thought about it... my tone suddenly became uncomfortable.
"Okay, anything else?"
Hearing his son's impatience, Liang Yinqiu turned back and said:
"I'm not in a hurry, I won't rush you.
You have that exchange meeting, and your dad said that after the meeting, Ye Baixuan will take you with him.
I made two shirts and trousers for you. You can't wear military uniform on every occasion, right?
I also bought a lot of fruit for Bi Yue, fearing it might go bad."
"I see. I'm really busy. I'll go back to the compound to see my grandma when I have time." Chu Yifeng paused, pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice:
"Mom, how are you feeling?"
With a word "Mom" and a greeting, Liang Yinqiu on the other end of the phone held the phone, her eyes immediately reddened, and her heart was instantly filled with mixed feelings.
So much has happened recently.
She missed her son and felt aggrieved.
She wanted to tell her son, like before, that he must come home for dinner on his birthday and that his mother would make him something delicious. But now she doesn't dare to give orders. When she goes to Bi's house to see her son, she has to ask if it's okay.
Liang Yinqiu suppressed her sobs, but her snot and tears flowed silently. She wiped them with her fingers, not wanting Chu Yifeng to hear her crying. She only dared to reply in short sentences, fearing that her son would hear her if she spoke too much:
"Good."
"Mom, I had noodles this morning. Bi Yue made them for me."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Yifeng threw himself into his efficient work.
He stood by the printer with more than twenty drafts and started printing, intending to hand them over to Ye Baixuan after lunch.
Only by sending the leader away and asking Ye Tou not to look at him could he leave early and go to a private club.
Go there to see what the situation is now, have a few more words with the subordinates at the club, and set the opening time for the day after tomorrow.
The day after tomorrow is a day off, so he can't show up to cut the ribbon, so he has to find someone else to do it.
I can still find time on my day off to take my father-in-law and wife to the opening ceremony. So that's it, no need to worry about auspicious dates, I don't mind that, and I don't care about any taboos.
As for whether the first draft will pass? Haha, with over twenty pages of foreign language content, it will be Sunday by the time Ye Tou finishes his research. Where can I find him? Submit a sample of the revised draft next Monday.
Chu Yifeng allocated a pitiful amount of time to himself in his mind.
On this day, it was not only Chu Yifeng who was thinking about leaving early, but also Wang Jianan who was sitting listlessly in the meeting room, he was almost yawning.
The leader was talking at the main seat, and Wang Jianan didn't dare to hold his tea cup and drink.
I can only complain in my heart:
Even the most trivial matters were met with calls for meetings. They would last until three or two o'clock, and when they were done, they realized nothing had been said.
I glanced around: It's so lively, there seem to be a lot of people attending the meeting, just like having lunch in the cafeteria at noon.
Everyone occupies a position, but there are only a few who actually do the real work. He is one of the old workhorses.
"Jian'an, do you have anything to add?"
Wang Jianan's anus immediately tightened, and he didn't know what he was talking about. He replied with a polite smile, "Director, I don't have anything to add." But what he really meant was: hold a meeting whenever there is something to do, and ignore the spirit of the meeting.
After enduring the meeting, Wang Jianan lay on the windowsill and looked down.
Seeing the director who had convened the meeting leave in a car, he walked back to his desk with a serious expression, drank a few sips of tea, and said to his office colleagues:
"Old Li, I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first. You stay here for a while."
…
Wang Jianan, who looks like an official in the unit, is no longer himself outside the unit.
From his back as he pedaled his bicycle hard, one could tell that he was only in his early thirties.
Wang Jianan was anxious. The director was always rambling, wasting time. He'd reserved a table at Lao Mo's for five in the evening, and it was already four, and he still had to go to the department store to buy his wife a lipstick.
If you want to learn to be romantic like young people, you need the right tools.
But why lipstick?
Wang Jianan had long been displeased with Chu Yiqing's bright red lips. A kiss on those bright red lips always felt like poisoning.
Another thing is that he really doesn't understand women's aesthetics. He likes his wife's lips to be that natural pink, not this scary bright red, as if she had eaten a dead child.
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