Chapter 63 Buy one for us too - "Reborn in 80, taking my wife and daughter to eat and drink after the separation"

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Zhao Zhijun was stunned for a moment, shrank his neck, said nothing, and went to serve the guests with the plate.

Zhao Sumei did not come to the store today and was raising her baby at home.

Lin Guoqiang rode his bicycle home after finishing work. When he passed by the old house, he saw the lights of the old house were still on in the distance.

Li Hongxia's cries could be heard faintly from the yard.

He didn't stop.

He pedaled his bicycle a few steps faster and passed by the door of the old house.

When she got home, Zhao Sumei had already prepared the meal.

Although Lin Guoqiang didn't let her do heavy work, she still couldn't sit idle and always had to cook, wash and clean the house.

Lin Guoqiang told her several times, and she agreed, then turned around and went back to work.

Lin Guoqiang had no choice but to come back as soon as possible to help.

"You're back? Let's eat." Zhao Sumei put the dishes on the table.

Lin Guoqiang washed his hands, sat down at the table, picked up the bowl and took a bite of rice.

"Guoqiang," Zhao Sumei hesitated and asked, "Have you heard about what happened at the old house?"

"I heard about it."

"Don't you go back and take a look?"

"What are you looking at?" Lin Guoqiang took a mouthful of food, "They are making trouble, and I will make mine.

I'm not the village chief, so I can't control that much."

Zhao Sumei looked at him and felt slightly relieved.

She found that Lin Guoqiang was becoming more and more indifferent to matters in his old house.

In the past, when something happened at home, he was always the first to arrive, the first to step forward, and the first to help.

What now?He didn't even bother to ask.

It's not cold-blooded, it's cold-hearted.

When the family was separated, she was excluded, excluded from the New Year's Eve dinner, and when Lin Meili got married, she was treated as an outsider.

Time and time again, his heart was chilled by these people.

Now he just wants to live in his own little home.

"Let's eat." Lin Guoqiang gave her a piece of meat.

Zhao Sumei nodded, lowered her head to eat, and asked no more questions.

Lin Jing was running around in the yard.

Lin Wei sat on the mat, holding a stuffed rabbit and playing with a rattle.

The fire on the stove was still burning, and the soup in the pot was still steaming.

The tranquility of this room was in sharp contrast to the noise in the old house.

After Lin Guoqiang finished eating, he put away the bowls and chopsticks and went to the stove to wash the dishes.

Zhao Sumei sat on the edge of the Kang and told Lin Jing a bedtime story.

Lin Wei was already asleep, with her mouth slightly open and breathing evenly.

The faucet buzzed, and the dishes clattered against each other.

Lin Guoqiang lowered his head to wash the dishes, but he was thinking about something.

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