Vol 6 Chapter 102: Why scream and walk slowly (2)

Hearing this news, Wang Ai had mixed feelings. It is legendary that a dignified student of Renmin University and a PhD in history from the London School of Economics and Political Science went to the toilet paper production base as a front-line operator. But even in such a post, even in anonymity, she can still shine.
Wang Bin asked abruptly with his hands in his pockets: "It's been two and a half years, right?"
Ai Xiaoqing glanced at her husband, then at her son, and slapped her son’s head with a slap:
You can’t keep it hanging like this. After a long time, your heart will get cold. In case someone thinks you don’t want her at all, Maybe she will find someone. With her character, I'm afraid she won't be able to come back then."
"Dare she?" Wang Ai retorted subconsciously.
"Yeah!" Ai Xiaoqing looked at her son, "Why? Do they have to follow you?"
Ai Xiaoqing smiled as he watched his son go away angrily, and then sighed again: "You said that our son is also a good-sighted man. How can he choose? He is just as stubborn as you. For two and a half years, I just don’t care. , Just wait for two and a half years without running or leaving."
Wang Bin chuckled, "By the way, where is Xiao Xu's house?"
Ai Xiaoqing shook his head: "Don't mention it, for the first time in the past twenty years, Lao Xu went back to his former father-in-law and fought a fierce battle with her ignorant uncle. He also thought of a lot of ways over there, but could he not do it? Don’t comfort your work, or you won’t be able to figure it out quickly with that girl’s character."
"That's good." Wang Bin looked up: "This girl is not easy, it's almost."
"Who is easy?" Ai Xiaoqing exclaimed: "Xiao Huang, Xiao, Xiao Lei? And that little Greek girl?"
Wang Bin nodded in agreement: "Maybe...it’s not going to be smooth sailing. Our son has never forced anyone, so now that we have chosen, we must embrace each other in this world to keep warm, even if there are more people... Blame them, they are doing pretty well on their own."
"I can't help but my son." Ai Xiaoqing sighed dejectedly: "I was fine when I was a child. Why didn't I see that I was a romantic person?"
"My son is Merry?" Wang Bin looked at his wife strangely: "True Merry is not just these few. When you didn't see him attending the event, the little girl tried her best to post up, a few years ago... What about that, the one who plays the fairy, hasn't her mother tried it? Saying that our son and Lang Lang are two worthy lovers in love?"
"..." Ai Xiaoqing laughed: "Langlang his dad is really straightforward."
Wang Bin also smiled and shook his head: "Is he an artist? You can have a bit of personality. But in the final analysis, it's her mother's fault. If you really want to have a chance, you will have the opportunity to contact it in private. This public speaking is almost equal to forced marriage. You are nothing great. People don't rely on you for food. Why are you used to you?"
Ai Xiaoqing also shook his head: "People like our son and Lang Lang have been training hard for many years, and they are proud of themselves, especially when they reach a certain level. Just relying on a face, I want to share with others for many years. Who is stupid to win something that works hard. By the way, how did our son get back? He just went to Chelsea then?"
"My son shook his head and said he didn't know. Anyway, he was smiling and he was not sure what to say." Wang Bin smiled: "I guess I should be too lazy to take care of it. Anyway, his fans are active in the game. On the contrary, the loyal fans have the identity. I have an identity, but I am too self-respect of my identity, but I don’t have much combat effectiveness."
"Then if our son marries Qinglian, will he be beaten back?"
"I guess not." Speaking of this, Wang Bin seemed to think of something with a smile: "Those fans are all grown-ups, and they are also very sincere. As long as our son approves, they won't say anything, they are mainly disgusted. It's all kinds of touch porcelain."
"Then I'm relieved." As he said, Ai Xiaoqing raised his foot and walked to the backyard, and said, "I'll go take a look."
"What are you looking at?" Wang Bin grabbed his wife: "Let them take care of the children's affairs. You don't want to mix with them."
Ai Xiaoqing thought for a while: "Okay."
In the backyard gym, Wang Ai hesitated with his mobile phone, and finally sent a text message: "How do you spend the New Year? Is there something missing? Do you want something?"
The sender hesitated and chose Tang Mudan’s mobile phone. After a while, Tang Mudan returned with a text message:
The New Year is very lively, like us who stay in the dormitory. Double the salary."
Wang Ai hadn’t thought about how to respond. A second text message came:
She seemed to have nothing to want, but once we chatted about the scotch eggs and waffles that she had eaten at school in London, she seemed to think a little bit. Eat, but when I asked her, she didn't say anything."
"Anything else?" Wang Ai added another.
"No, she never talks about the past, but occasionally I say something interesting and she can insert a sentence or two, and then I don't say it. I remember the two."
"Is there a situation?"
"It didn't exist at the beginning, there was later, and there is no more now."
"?"
"After we were transferred to the trade union, someone inquired. Then she asked me to say that she was nurtured and barren, and then..."
Wang Ai read this text message and rubbed his face: "It's so ruthless."
"Clean."
"Do you think she figured it out? Is she ready?"
"I don't know. She never said it. I can't guess what she thinks if you know what she doesn't say."
"Well, you are working hard, please inform me in time if you have anything, anytime, anything."
"Yes."
Putting down the phone, Wang Ai thought about Scotch eggs and waffles in his mind. He checked the time in London and it was just past noon at this time. After thinking about it between Peter Kenyon and the Chinese Embassy in London, he decided to give it to the ambassador. A moment before the museum called, it suddenly remembered its own Apennines. It was already operating very well in London last year, so why bother to others.
"Lilac, you ask the person in charge of our London branch to personally purchase a box of scotch eggs and waffles. Yes, I want to eat. I bought it and took the nearest flight to Beijing. You will pay the bill for how much you spend. I, I don’t shop online, it’s too slow... well, how long will it take to arrive?"
"Wait, let me see."
After the meeting, Liu Dingxiang replied: "It happened that an employee of our London branch was going home for the New Year. The plane took off in an hour, and it took about 12 hours to arrive in Beijing."
"Yes, please call me before getting on the plane and report the flight number."
"OK."
Putting down the phone, Wang Ai opened the phone book and found the phone number of the person in charge of Chaoyue Supermarket's logistics company. After the call, an air route from Beijing to Harbin and a land route from Harbin to Daqing were set up.