Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

Shen Jiajia's relationship with Wu Yue was better than that with her during the years when they slept together in college. The two had extremely high emotional intelligence and chatted on the same frequency.

For example, at this moment, when they were chatting intimately, Xiao Ya became an isolated outsider.

Fortunately, she didn't care and stood by calmly holding her shopping bag and listening quietly.

With a decent attitude, Shen Jiajia glanced out of the corner of her eye and stopped talking to Wu Yue.He turned his head gently and looked at Xiao Ya.

Looking carefully, there is something really different.Her eyebrows, which used to be just delicate, now have a bit of natural charm, and the water in her eyes is very charming.

"Xiao Ya, have you got a boyfriend?" Although she was asking, Shen Jiajia was sure that Xiao Ya was definitely in love.

Meeting Shen Jiajia's gaze, Xiao Ya was in a dilemma. She smiled shyly: "No, we can't even call him a boyfriend."

Wu Yue was booing next to him and said clearly: "There is a suitor, but our classmate Xiaoya is still reserved, right?"

Xiao Ya was afraid that she would make too many mistakes, so she pursed her lips and remained silent, neither admitting nor denying.

"I have something to do today. Come to my house for dinner the day after tomorrow? Just treat Xiaoya and I as we return to China to pick up the pieces."

Wu Yue thought for a while and then said: "Okay."

Shen Jiajia nodded, "Then it will be the evening of the day after tomorrow. Come over after get off work, 2th floor, Building 16, Zijin Mansion." He was anxious to have something to do, so he hurriedly left after giving the address.

Xiao Ya and Wu Yue also parted ways and returned to the prosperous palace.

Song Zhiyu's trip to Hong Kong went more smoothly than expected. After reaching his work intention, he stopped by the Times Square in Causeway Bay to buy gifts for his parents and Xiao Ya.

After buying the gifts, I went straight to the airport without stopping too much to prepare to return to Beijing.

Before registration, his mother Lu Chuyao called and asked him not to forget that next week was the anniversary of his grandmother’s death, and they had to go to the countryside to pay their respects.

My hometown remains in my memory. The pictures from my childhood seem to be getting blurry. I only remember that there was a particularly large old tree on the path leading to my grandma’s house.

The ancient branches and leaves are lush, and in summer, the cicadas are constantly chirping.Children like to play around the tree and catch chicks. He occasionally goes there and is pulled in to play by his brothers and sisters from the surrounding neighbors.

During the short flight, he had sweet dreams about his childhood, and he woke up with a smile on his face.

The flight attendant blushed and whispered to him: "Sir, the plane is about to land, please put away your belongings."

Song Zhiyu drooped his eyelids, and it turned out that he had lost his wallet.He took it from the stewardess and thanked her gently: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

It was almost nine o'clock when we returned to Shengshi Haoting. The lights in the community were brightly lit. Looking up, almost all the high floors were bright. Song Zhiyu was inexplicably happy.

Going home late at night, it's finally no longer pitch black.

His steps became hurried, and the elevator reached the eighteenth floor without any obstruction.After getting out of the elevator, she pressed her fingerprint and the sound of smart unlocking woke Xiao Ya up.

She sat cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, and the coffee table was piled with books, pens and papers.

The two looked at each other, speechless.

Song Zhiyu pushed the suitcase into the secret door of the entrance, put on his slippers, put it in his trouser pocket, and slowly approached her.

"Still up so late?" Looking closer, he seemed to be taking notes.

Xiao Ya hurriedly gathered the things on the coffee table, covering them up so he didn't want him to see them, and "just go to sleep."

"Didn't you say you'd be back tomorrow?" He raised his eyes and asked watery.

It's really strange that when he just faced the beautiful flight attendant on the plane, he could feel no emotion in his heart.But at this moment, the woman spoke softly and her moist eyes slightly curled up, and he immediately reacted.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed her cheek with the back of his hand. The warm touch melted away the coldness brought in from the outside.

In the extremely ambiguous atmosphere, Song Zhiyu leaned over and hugged the person horizontally, rolled him into the sofa, and lowered his head to kiss deeply.

The sound of squeaking came continuously from the place where the two of them were touching. The arm that stretched across the slender waist turned to caress the woman's slender neck. It slowly tightened with the rhythm of the kiss, as if to swallow the person into her belly, licking Biting and sucking, all the blood from the whole body rushed to the top of the head.

"...Um...well..." An extremely long kiss ended. Xiao Ya, who was lying underneath her, opened her lips slightly, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and the corners of her mouth were filled with ambiguity.

The man wiped away the water stains from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and devoutly took the exposed pink tip of her tongue into his mouth, while quickly taking off their clothes.

"Well, it's so cold~"

His hot chest pressed against hers, "This way you won't be cold."

"Can I go to my room?"

"...Hmph, right here."

She cried in pain, the curtains were not tightened, what if someone saw her.The more nervous you are, the more excited the man is.

"People will see it, oooh, please."

Song Zhiyu did not relent, but picked him up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window like a koala.Xiao Ya woke up from her sinking state in an instant, her smooth back leaning against the glass, feeling bitingly cold.

The clamped legs were kicking in mid-air, struggling, "No, no, I have to go to the room. Ouch, you bastard."

Song Zhiyu didn't listen to her. When it came to sex, he was always tough and did whatever he wanted.

Finally, leave traces all the way from the living room to the kitchen counter, and from the bedroom to the bathroom.

A ridiculous night ends with being late for work.

"Call your boss and tell him that he's not feeling well and ask for a day off." Xiao Ya was furious. Hearing this, she replied: "You made it easy for me to ask for leave. How should my boss treat me?"

Song Zhiyu held up his arms and raised his eyebrows. Asking for leave was just a big deal.

"Otherwise, I'll call it for you?" She said as she went to get her cell phone.

Xiao Ya was so frightened that she opened the quilt and bounced up to stop him, "Hey, don't hit him. You're allowed to hit him."

"Did it get pulled down?"

The straightforward concern made Xiao Ya want to kill someone.She held the phone tightly, turned over and lay on the pillow, and said dullly: "Get out."

The class was not successful, so the two of them stayed at home reading and cooking.Song Zhiyu watched and Xiao Ya did it.

The little woman is wearing a pink apron and working in front of the island. She looks very focused, which is honestly quite attractive.

Song Zhiyu closed the book, walked behind her and bent down to hug her.His chin rested on her shoulder, moving as she moved.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Ya was shy and didn't dare to move the hand holding the spatula.

"It's okay, I just want to hug you. Keep going, the food is almost mushy."

"Yeah, it's all your fault!"

At lunch at one o'clock in the afternoon, it was cloudy outside the window, and there was a heating lamp on the dining table. The two of them ate without a bite and talked about irrelevant nonsense. It made him feel the warmth of home for the first time in a long time.

"I'm going out at six o'clock, so I won't prepare dinner. It's up to you whether you want to eat outside."

"Where to go?"

Xiao Ya hesitated, always feeling that it would not be good to take office in front of him.

But Song Zhiyu stared directly at her, and due to the pressure of his eyes, she might as well take the move.