Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

Song Zhiyu hugged the woman next to him tightly and looked at Shen Jiajia calmly, "Sorry, I was worried too much. She didn't mean to hide it from you."

Shen Jiajia sneered. How could she understand the man in front of her? When did she care so much about him?

Then she felt heartbroken that she would actually use herself as an excuse for Xiao Ya. She sniffed, held back her tears and asked, "When."

The voice was very soft, and his eyes stubbornly stayed on Song Zhiyu's face.Song Zhiyu lowered his eyes and raised his eyes, moved his upper and lower lips, and finally told her: "We just confirmed the relationship not long ago."

The evening breeze blew, and the hand that clasped Xiao Ya's arm a little harder brought the person into the car.

In the rearview mirror, Shen Jiajia's beautiful face with tears streaming down her face became farther and farther away. Song Zhiyu pressed the window up button without saying a word or asking a question.

Xiao Ya and Shen Jiajia had completely broken up, and Wu Yue was caught in the middle, both embarrassed and curious.

She really wanted to ask Xiao Ya how she "hooked up" with Song Zhiyu. The gap between the two was really too big.

With Shen Jiajia in front of me, how can I change my taste and eat home-cooked side dishes?

In addition, she wanted to get back together with Yi Ling, so she needed Xiao Ya to bridge the gap. A few days later, after Song Zhiyu flew to Europe, Wu Yue approached Xiao Ya again.

Xiao Ya suffered from menstrual pain and her whole body was sore that it was difficult to go out, so she had no choice but to send the address to the other party via text message and ask the other party to come to Shengshi Haoting.

The security system of Shengshi Haoting is higher than that of Shen Jiajia's community, and he was questioned all the way before he could successfully reach the [-]th floor.

After ringing the doorbell and waiting for more than a minute, Xiao Ya came over to open the door wearing a thin blanket.

"I'm sorry, my stomach hurts so bad." Her lips were pale, her whole body was slightly bowed, one hand was covering her abdomen, and the other hand was looking for shoes and slippers for the guests.

After putting on the hotel-type disposable slippers, Wu Yue took out the brown sugar from the bag and said, "I brought it for you when I came here. I make this and drink it every time I have menstrual pain. Brown sugar ginger tea is very stomach-warming."

"Make you a drink?"

Xiao Ya was lying on the sofa, silent, pointing to the semi-open kitchen and said: "Thank you, there is hot water there, please excuse me."

Holding the brown sugar ginger tea in both hands, Xiao Ya felt the heat from the wall of the white porcelain cup that was continuously transmitted to her palms. Xiao Ya sighed in her stomach, and the dull pain in her lower abdomen disappeared for the most part.

Wu Yue, who was looking at the house calmly, sat on the single sofa and said carefully, "Song Zhiyu treats you very well, I'm so envious."

"How can you tell?" Xiao Ya sat up, took the pillow and hugged her.

"Last night, he was so protective of you. Jia Jia..." Wu Yue caught a glimpse of Xiao Ya's pale face and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was so quick to speak."

"It's okay." The atmosphere suddenly dropped, and two embarrassed faces were reflected on the smooth marble tabletop.Xiao Ya changed the subject and asked: "Didn't you say you came to me if you have something? What is it about?"

When business came up, Wu Yue straightened her back and her expression became serious. She asked Xiao Ya for help: "Can you arrange a meeting between Yi Ling and me?"

"Didn't you talk on the phone that day and didn't leave any contact information?"

Wu Yue smiled bitterly: "He doesn't want to tangle with me anymore."

"Then..." Xiao Ya looked confused. Since Yi Ling had no intention of getting back together, how could she get involved.

Thinking of that evening many years ago, when she told Yi Ling on the roadside that Wu Yue was going abroad, Yi Ling was so angry and anxious.At that time, he still had her in his heart, but now...the past cannot be traced back.

After hearing this, Wu Yue burst into tears and became more determined to get back together.

"Please Xiaoya, I regret it. I don't want to miss him again. You know, a large part of the reason why I returned to China is because of him."

"But, I'm not sure he'll come out."

Seeing Xiao Ya relent, Wu Yue wiped away her tears and quickly moved from the single sofa to her. The carpet under her knees was soft. She leaned on Xiao Ya's thin blanket with a humble posture: "You call him and use your own In the name of asking someone out."

"Don't worry about the rest, just ask the person out." She believed that Yi Ling would not be so heartless. As long as they met, she was sure that the old relationship would rekindle.

"Where's the date?"

The eyes that had just been soaked with tears were shining with heat. Wu Yue smiled and opened her red lips lightly, and announced the name of the hotel.

Xiao Ya intuitively felt that this was inappropriate and asked Yi Ling to meet at the hotel in her name. If Song Zhiyu found out, there would be a misunderstanding and it was hard to explain.

"Hey, I'm here. Didn't Song Zhiyu go to Europe? Besides, it's me who is meeting, and Yi Ling is not a big mouth."

Xiao Ya couldn't do anything to her. Under the attack of crying and pleading from the other party, she softly took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Yi Ling.

The text message was sent successfully. She held the screen to her friend and said, "Okay?"

Wu Yue smiled with satisfaction and kept nodding "Yeah".

Different from the menstrual pattern of ordinary girls, Xiao Ya was in the most uncomfortable category. The pain was excruciating the first day, and it was better the next day but still hurt.The cycle is also long, a full six days, and occasionally extended to the seventh day.

So the work efficiency this week can be imagined. I gritted my teeth and kept up with the progress, fearing that people in the team office would criticize me and hold me back.

The leader of the new book publishing team assigned her the proofreading work, and also designated her to lead new people, freshly graduated interns, so that the interns could work with her to complete the book.

Xiao Ya had a gentle personality and agreed softly.

Fortunately, the intern is a girl. She is very green when she first enters the workplace. She can do whatever she is asked to do, and she is still a decent helper.

"Fangfang, let's get off work. We'll do the rest of the work tomorrow. It's very late today." She glanced at her watch, it was almost six forty.

The sky outside was getting dark, and the clouds were covered with rich blue ink. If it continued any longer, we might not be able to get on the bus.

The buses here come at very long intervals, and there is no precise time pattern. Sometimes they come quickly, and sometimes they don't even arrive after half an hour.

The two left the publishing house and saw customers coming and going from several restaurants on the opposite street. Xiao Ya thought for a while and said to Fangfang, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Ah?" Fangfang was a little embarrassed. How could she let her seniors treat her? She waved her hands and refused repeatedly: "No, no, no."

"Can you have dinner with me?" She asked seriously under the night light: "I go home alone at night and it's quite cold, so I want to find someone to have dinner with me."

In the big city of Beijing, office workers who work nine to five are tired and return to small rental houses, where they eat cold stoves and eat fast. It is indeed "bleak".

Most Beipiao can relate to this feeling, so Fangfang did not refuse. She grabbed the shoulder strap of her backpack and followed Xiao Ya to the restaurant across the street.

Xiao Ya ordered three dishes and then asked Fangfang: "Is there anything else you want to eat? You can order some."

"That's enough, sister. There are three dishes, including meat and vegetables and a bowl of fresh soup. It's very rich."

Usually when she goes home, she often eats instant noodles to cope with the situation. Today's meal is the most sumptuous meal since her internship.