The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 110

Zhou family.

    When Zhou Pinghuai saw this news accidentally, he immediately understood. No wonder Xie Tingyu could not be seen in school during this period of time. It turned out that he had gone to the United States.

    Between the sparks and flints, he also understood what his mother said was the opportunity he missed.

    But Zhou Pinghuai couldn't have regrets either.

    Xie Tingyu can be sent to the United States as a representative, and his oral ability is not only at the level of being able to win the oral competition championship. Such a level of being able to cope with international transactions easily and freely is difficult for Zhou Pinghuai to ask himself.

    Zhou Pinghuai calmly turned off the TV after watching the news.

    Li Rong broke a cup casually, and his expression was difficult to distinguish.

    Zhou Pinghuai frowned deeply when he saw this scene, as if after Xie Tingyu returned to the city, these signs of his mother were getting more and more, and his paranoia was terrifying, and he was no longer the mother he had remembered.

    "We don't live for the eyes of others. We specialize in surgery and people have strengths and weaknesses. There is no need to always compare Xie Tingyu. Xie Tingyu is indeed a very good person—"

    "Shut up!" Li Rong shouted angrily. Tao.

    "If you are really willing to fight for me, how can you be inferior to him in every way for so many years?"

    Inferior to Xie Tingyu in every way? Zhou Pinghuai didn't expect his mother to think so.

    If the capital's college entrance examination cannot be considered as the champion, Jingda's economics major has the first grade point, and multiple award winners can't satisfy her. Zhou Pinghuai really can't give her more honor.

    Zhou Pinghuai shook his head, "You have become a little scary now, you need to calm down."

    After saying that, he turned and left. Even on weekends, he turned his head back to school, unwilling to stay at home.

    Li Rong's body trembled with anger.

    After a few days, the troops' dispatch orders finally came down. Xie Jun, who hadn't been mobilized for more than ten years, was promoted to an unprecedented level.

    But Zhou Pinghuai’s father, Zhou Yuan, still didn’t mobilize. The old lady Zhou beat her thigh and cursed: "Is the Xie family's uselessness compared to my

    Ayuan ." Li Rong said coldly, "Only because of his lack of capable parents. Even the son is not as good as someone else's son."

    "A Rong, listen to what you are saying, is this still human?" The old lady Zhou was panicked when she heard it, and scolded bitterly.

    Li Rong's ears were full of chattering insults, and his heart felt like oil cooking.

    His face is getting more and more ugly.

    In the dilapidated little bungalow outside the third ring road, Xu Maofang looked pale and poured himself a glass of water, the temperature was cool.

    She had just had a miscarriage operation some time ago, and her body was as bad as a leaky house. She couldn't make it back to her original state no matter how she took supplements.

    She began to regret divorcing Xie Jun, and gradually regretted quarreling with her mother-in-law.

    "Is that young guy who came to your house last month your son?"