Could it be that he was really jealous, as Sunan had said?
How could that be?
Sitting down on the black swivel chair, Zhan Yin took out his mobile phone again, thought for a long time and decided to pull his face down and reply to Hai Tong’s message, when he clicked on WeChat, he remembered that he had deleted Hai Tong from his WeChat friends long ago.
The good thing is, he still remembered Hai Tong’s mobile phone number.
After a few more moments of stewing, Zhan Yin mustered up the courage to call Hai Tong.
“Hello, the number you have called is switched off.”
War Yin: “……”
Is Hai Tong’s phone switched off?
Or, did she black out on him?
The first thing he did was to call Hai Tong from his landline phone, but he was able to get through and disconnected without waiting for Hai Tong to answer, because he was sure of one thing: Hai Tong had really blacked out his mobile phone number. m.
The first thing I wanted to do was to pull down my face and ease the relationship between the couple, but after Hai Tong pulled the number, he immediately went back to square one.
It was he who deleted her first and she proceeded to blacken him, well, the couple played a tie.
Let’s just live with it.
Instead of trying to contact Hai Tong again, War Yin got up, left the office and, flanked by bodyguards, left the office and headed to dinner at the Guancheng Hotel.
As for the man-child who went to spend money to take the edge off, he put out his fire after a sweep at the gold shop and spending tens of thousands of dollars.
Back at the shop, Hai Ling had already returned from her job search and by the look on her face, it was clear that the day had still not been productive.
Hai Tong had spent tens of thousands of yuan on things that she didn’t dare to carry out of the car, lest her sister would see it and say something about her.
Shen Xiaojun is not a talkative person, and without Hai Tong’s consent, she did not tell Hai Ling about the young couple’s misunderstanding and entering into a cold war.
“I thought you went to pick up Zhangyin to come over for dinner together.”
Hai Ling said casually when she saw her sister only holding her son and getting off the bus without seeing her brother-in-law.
“I did go to his company, he was not free at noon ah, to have dinner with a client.”
Hai Tong lied.
Hai Ling didn’t half suspect.
After the meal, Hai Ling took a short break in the shop and then went back to look for work in the afternoon.
Hai Tong, who had spent tens of thousands of yuan on War Yin, was also in a calmer mood.
She remembered that when she first got her license, she was originally looking for someone to live with, the couple didn’t love anyone, so why should she care what he thought of her?
As long as he didn’t ask for a divorce, they could just go on without each other.
With that in mind, Hai Tong was in the mood to knit her crafts.
In the evening, after having dinner at the shop, Hai Ling and her son declined to be seen off by Hai Tong and took a ride home on their own.
As Shen Xiaojun had to go out for the evening and Hai Tong had to look after the shop, her sister insisted that she not be given a lift, so Hai Tong called a taxi for her sister and watched the mother and son get into the car before she went back to the shop to keep watch.
It was not until eleven o’clock late at night that she closed the shop and went home as usual.
The car had just left the entrance of Guancheng High School and was pulling into the main road outside when she almost hit a Land Rover, so she was surprised that she braked urgently to avoid hitting it.
Only when the Land Rover had pa*sed did Hai Tong resume driving.
This scene was seen by Zhangyin who was slowly coming behind her. Zhangyin was currently riding in his car, which Hai Tong thought looked familiar and thought it was the Rolls Royce of a resident in the same neighbourhood.
Hai Tong that car is war Yin bought her, war Yin good memory, since he recognized that is his wife’s car.
But he didn’t say anything, he just instructed the driver, “Slow down, don’t overtake the car in front of you.”
The driver did not know the reason, but Ah Qi understood, he explained softly to the driver, “The car in front is the youngest grandmother’s.”
