Sister, I'm Sorry (MTL) [COMPLETED]

82. Hot and weak

"I just miss you all of a sudden."

"I miss you like crazy."

...

If this person is caught by evil, he will definitely be seriously ill.

Zheng Lan put her elbows on the window sill of the back seat of the car. The air conditioner in the car was turned on very low, but she still couldn't help fanning her hands, and the temperature on her face couldn't go down for a long time.

"Ma'am, do you want to turn down the air conditioner a little more?"

The driver Xiao Wu asked.

Zheng Lan: "No, I'm not hot, it's just that my metabolism is faster after my face is done."

She sat up straight and glanced at her watch.

Half past seven in the evening.

At this point, in the past, her workaholic husband probably only started working night shifts, but recently, after he began to squeeze his good son, it seemed that he had more and more free time, and the time to go home was getting earlier and earlier.

When he got home, Zheng Lan stood at the entrance and took off his shoes, and the first thing he asked the housekeeper was:

"Is Yan Lin back?"

After getting a negative answer, she felt a lot more relaxed:

"I want to take a bath, let the aromatherapist help me prepare the bathroom."

She handed the handbag to the servant next to her, walked through the living room on soft slippers, and walked towards the stairs.

After going upstairs, Zheng Lan suddenly stopped and stood still at the entrance of the corridor in the bedroom area.

There is a family portrait of their family of four hanging there. The photo is like an oil painting, warm and elegant.

She and Yan Lin sat on the front two chairs, and behind them stood two tall and beautiful boys. It turns out that when Yan Nan was so young, he liked to pretend to be cool and cold, but Yan Bei was more sincere.

More than ten years have passed.

The eldest son has inherited the family business and will soon start a family. The younger son will graduate from college next year and says he wants to start a football club. Neither of them were willing to go home and live. Now, apart from the group of servants, she and Yan Lin's old husband and wife were the only ones left to live together.

In the end, the only man who can accompany her for the rest of her life is the man who is no longer young, sitting beside her in the photo.

Zheng Lan leaned against the wall opposite the family portrait and looked at it quietly for a long time.

Pretty weird.

Recently, it seems that the more I look at this old bacon, the more pleasing to the eye, and it looks a little more beautiful than her beautiful son Nan Nan Bei Bei.

Zheng Lan was frightened with goosebumps at her own thoughts. At this moment, the sound of the door opening and the man's familiar, deep and cold voice came from downstairs.

He asked the housekeeper if his wife was home.

The housekeeper said that Mrs. just went upstairs not long ago.

Zheng Lan hurriedly got into the bathroom of the master bedroom, ignoring the servants and aromatherapists who were helping her mix essential oils in the bathroom, drove them out and closed the bathroom door tightly.