Ninety school bully's little sweet wife

Chapter 767



Gu Huai talked with Lin Zhiyun for a long time. After leaving the room, Gu Huai proposed to go back for the New Year.

"You're not here for the New Year's Eve dinner?" Duan Yuehua finished speaking in surprise, and then glanced at Lin Zhiyun, thinking that she said something that provoked Gu Huai to leave now.

"Before I told Zhiyun that eating here was a joke, she took it seriously, it doesn't matter usually, I still have to go back for the New Year's Eve dinner." Gu Huai explained with a smile.

It is true to say so, but the situation at Gu Huai's family is different, Duan Yuehua is not sure whether Gu Huai really wants to go home for the New Year.

"What else is Zhiyun going to do for you? You're confused, the old duck is cooked for you!" Duan's mother also came out of the kitchen with a spatula.

The living room is filled with the aroma of various foods.

"Next time!" Gu Huai said without hesitation, checked the time and said goodbye.

Lin Zhiyun sent him out, "If you don't like staying there, you are welcome to come to my house anytime."

Gu Huai nodded, a faint smile flashed across his face.

After Lin Zhiyun sent her home, she was asked by Duan's mother: "What are you talking about in the room? Why is he leaving all of a sudden?"

"It's not that you said something unpleasant, right?" Duan Yuehua asked worriedly.

"No, we're talking about things in the factory, about advertising bidding, and nothing else." Lin Zhiyun knew that it must have something to do with what she said, but she definitely couldn't admit it now.

"Bao'er is not an ignorant person. He may have been joking before. After all, it's the New Year's Eve dinner. No matter what, he must have it at home." Father Duan said.

People in the country attach great importance to the New Year's reunion, especially the older generation, so Duan's father doesn't think that Gu Huai's sudden departure is because his granddaughter said something unpleasant.

"I just think this child is quite pitiful." Duan Yuehua said with a sigh, as the old saying goes, it's better to be with a beggar mother than an official father!

If she had a choice, she wouldn't have let Bao'er join Lin Hongyuan in the first place!
"Did he usually tell you how his father treats him?" Duan Yuehua asked Lin Zhiyun concerned, probably because he felt pity for each other, and Duan Yuehua cared about Gu Huai.

"He doesn't mention his family's affairs very much." Lin Zhiyun said, no matter in his previous life or now, Gu Huai has always rarely mentioned his family's affairs.

"He saved your life when you were a child, and now the factory is also thanks to his presence. When you are free and on vacation, you can help as much as you can.

He was usually so busy that he didn't have time to go back. He lived and ate in the factory, and often went out to socialize. He came back in the middle of the night and was very drunk. "Father Duan is a doorman and also works the night shift, so he can meet Gu Huai who comes back late for dinner.

"You can't suffer like this at a young age. If your body is broken, you can't see it now. When you get old, all your body problems will come out." Mother Duan sighed.

Lin Zhiyun was a little guilty. She knew that Gu Huai was busy, but she didn't expect that Gu Huai was as busy as her.

She has to find time to talk to him, let him arrange his time reasonably, or train a few assistants to help him and take care of the factory.

In the future, the factory will develop better and better. He can't do everything by himself, so it is imperative to find a reliable helper.

Lin Zhiyun thought about who she could ask to help in the factory. Among the people she knew, there were capable and reliable ones, but she really couldn't find them...

She is a high school student now, and the people she contacts most are students and teachers.

As for Qin Bo, it's okay to borrow someone's hands for the time being, but if you want to cultivate a confidant, it's better to find it yourself.

When Lin Zhiyun thought of this, he thought of Qiao Leren.

I don't know how Qiao Leren is learning now. Time is a bit tight. I don't know when the Qiao family will come to find him back.

"The New Year's Eve dinner is coming soon, and you are going out again now? Where are you going?" Duan Yuehua asked hurriedly when she saw her daughter put on a hat and scarf.

"I have a classmate who lives nearby. He has no father or mother. I'll see if he has a place to go during the Chinese New Year. If there is no place to go, I invite him to come back for the New Year." Lin Zhiyun said.

Qiao Lan, who was watching TV with the cutie, became nervous when she heard this. Lin Zhiyun's classmates should all know her, right?
"Don't worry, he's not a talkative person." Seeing this, Lin Zhiyun patted her forehead and explained to her.

She almost forgot Qiao Lan's current situation.

"Who is he?" Qiao Lan was worried.

"Qiao Leren, I have the same surname as you!" Lin Zhiyun said relaxedly.

"..." Qiao Lan knew that Qiao Le was a man with good grades, but he was a disabled person with inconvenient legs and feet. He and Shen Xiangnan had also been here before, but she avoided them at that time.

"If you don't want to, I won't call him over, I'll go and see how he is doing." Lin Zhiyun said.

After all, Qiao Lan was about to give birth, and at this time, Lin Zhiyun didn't want to stimulate her too much.

"...If he is alone, you should call him over, as long as he doesn't say anything." Qiao Lan thought for a while before saying.

The one who can invite Lin Zhiyun to her home for the New Year should be a friend who has a good relationship with Lin Zhiyun. She believes in Lin Zhiyun's vision.

When Lin Zhiyun went out, there was already a thin layer of snow on the ground, and there was a slight rustling sound when she stepped on it.

Lin Zhiyun called Qiao Le's family when he arrived at the door.

Based on her understanding of Qiao Leren, if Qiao Leren was alone, even if she called to invite him to celebrate the New Year, he would not go.

But if she came to invite someone in person, there was a slight chance of inviting him back.

Today is New Year's Eve, and Qiao Leren is indeed alone in the rental house. Compared with other houses decorated with lights, not to mention the delicious food and the lively sound of firecrackers, his rental house does not even have a couplet posted .

Shen Xiangnan didn't go home until yesterday. He didn't invite Qiao Leren and went home angry.

At this moment, Qiao Leren was flipping through books and taking notes alone in the room. The tea that was made on the table at some time was already icy cold.

When Shen Xiangnan was here, because of him, Qiao Le would cook some simple meals in the morning, noon and evening.

As soon as Shen Xiangnan left, Qiao Leren made do with it. He didn't even go into the kitchen at noon this morning, but just took apart some New Year's goods that Shen Xiangnan bought before leaving.

At this time, the phone rang!
Qiao Leren frowned in boredom, he thought it was Shen Xiangnan calling again.

It's been less than 48 hours since Shen Xiangnan came home!He has already made more than ten calls!
Qiao Leren planned to turn off the phone this time, but when he saw the words Lin Zhiyun on the phone screen, his face was slightly stunned.

"Hello!" Qiao Leren didn't speak all day, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was a little hoarse. He picked up the cold tea beside him, took a big gulp for himself, and cleared his throat.

"Brother Qiao, where are you now?" Lin Zhiyun asked.

"Outside." Qiao Le felt that he didn't have a home, and he didn't want to call this temporarily rented place a home, so he casually said that he was outside.

"Where is outside?" Lin Zhiyun leaned against the door, pricked up her ears to listen to the movement inside, but she didn't hear anything.

"On the street." Qiao Leren frowned.

"Which street?" Lin Zhiyun asked.

"Are you back?" Qiao Leren changed the subject.

"Yes, come back for the New Year." Lin Zhiyun said.


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