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"Yao Yao, it's you!" When Lady He Lan heard her daughter's voice, she became somewhat happy and said that she had not seen her daughter for a few days.

A few days ago, when they heard their son-in-law say that he would take their daughter to military academy for a week's time, they were also worried that Song Yao Yao would be able to stay there.

He wanted to ask her a few questions, but he couldn't get through to her on the phone. He didn't know what his son-in-law would call, which meant ?

"Un, Mom!" How have you been? " Song Yao Yao's eyes flickered slightly with a trace of tears. When she thought about how she might never be able to be with her parents in the future, she always felt that it was a little bit sad.

"Well, we've had a good time, haven't you?" Lady He Lan nodded her head slightly, as though she could hear her daughter's whimpering on the phone, and could not help but comfort her.

"I'm fine too, husband. No, Mu Yi Yang treats me very well! " As Song Yao Yao said these words, her face couldn't help but flush red, as she said a little bashfully.

Hehe, hearing you say that, I feel at ease, looks like this son-in-law is not bad, Yao Yao, you have to put in more effort! Lady He Lan said with a message in her voice.

"Work harder? Mom, are we all married? " In Song Yao Yao's opinion, what his mother said was that she had to work hard. After all, Mu Yi Yang was a good husband that was hard to come by.

"I'm saying that you have to work harder and strive for two in three years!" Lady He Lan smiled and reminded her stiff daughter softly. In fact, her daughter sometimes reacted slower than others, but fortunately, Mu Yi Yang, the son-in-law, did not despise his daughter.

"Mom, what did you say? Hugging two in three years, do you think I'm a female pig?! " Song Yao Yao could not help but burst out laughing, and asked for guidance.

"Hehe, Yao Yao, you're not the one who was born anyway, what are you afraid of? Furthermore, you don't know that this woman who marries into a rich family doesn't have any status in their family unless she gives birth to a son. " Lady He Lan whispered into the microphone.

"Mom, am I still young?" Song Yao Yao was almost unable to endure Lady He Lan's nagging, and could not help but mutter these words softly. At the same time, her face had long been flushed red, and she looked towards the door somewhat shyly and nervously.

"You're still young. If you're already married, then you're an adult." Lady He Lan could not help but chuckle on the phone.

"No matter how old I am, I'm still your child!" Song Yao Yao could not help but say mischievously.

"En, that's right. The child has grown up and is now married off. Can I still remember the time when you were smiling in my mind?" Ms. He Lan's voice suddenly came out from the microphone.

"Mom ?" Song Yao Yao couldn't help but exclaim in excitement. She thought about how she couldn't stay by her parents' side anymore and was really a little reluctant.

Yao Yao, what are you crying for! "In the future, I can still come back and visit mom if I want to." Lady He Lan's voice carried a trace of gentleness and sobs as it sounded out from Song Yao Yao's phone.

"Hm!" "Mom, I'll be back in two days." Song Yao Yao wiped his tears, wishing that he could return to his mother's side right now.

"Wife!" At this time, the door that was originally tightly closed was opened by Mu Yi Yang. Very clearly, Mu Yi Yang had already become somewhat impatient outside the door.

"Mom, I have something to do, that's all!" Song Yao Yao could not help but panic as she said those words. Before she could reply, she had already hung up.

"Hubby, what's the matter!" Song Yao Yao wiped the corner of her eyes slightly, and couldn't help but ask with a smile after looking at Mu Yi Yang.

"Wife, are you crying?" Mu Yi Yang walked in from outside and was very sensitive to the tears that were on Song Yao Yao's face. He could not help but walk towards Song Yao Yao slowly, and while he was at it, he took a napkin from the cabinet at the side, and helped Song Yao Yao wipe it.

"Nothing? I'm just talking to my mom on the phone. I miss my mom! " Song Yao Yao took the napkin from Mu Yi Yang's hand and gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Wife, we can go back in two days!" Mu Yi Yang gently rubbed Song Yao Yao's shoulder, and said gently.

"En!" Song Yao Yao nodded her head slightly. After wiping away her tears, she looked at Mu Yi Yang with a pitiful gaze.

"What's wrong?" Mu Yi Yang felt that Song Yao Yao's pitiful eyes were especially cute, and every time Mu Yi Yang saw her pitiful eyes, he felt that she must have something to request of his. Suddenly, he felt that he had a kind of special pride in himself.

"I think. "I want to use my husband's phone a bit more. Can I call my best friend and tell her that I'm safe? I've been missing for so many days, she'll definitely worry me to death." Song Yao Yao shouted softly, and looked at Mu Yi Yang with an imploring gaze.

"Mm, of course, but I came in to tell you that I'm going to work, so you should keep this phone!" Mu Yi Yang generously gave the phone to Song Yao Yao.

"Really?" A hint of information gradually flashed past Song Yao Yao's eyes, and she looked at Mu Yi Yang with some disbelief.

"Of course it's true! "Alright, my wife, I'm going to work. You stay at home and be a good boy!" Mu Yi Yang smiled and rubbed Song Yao Yao's hair before she got up and slowly left the room.

"Hubby, take care!" Looking at the back of Mu Yi Yang's back as he left, Song Yao Yao couldn't help but laugh as he waved lightly at Mu Yi Yang's back.

"Wife, wait for me to come back!" Mu Yi Yang nodded slightly, then walked out. He had already forgotten in the slightest that there seemed to be other information in his phone, whether Song Yao Yao could see it or not.

After watching Mu Yi Yang's tall and big figure leave the dorm room and walk to the front, Song Yao Yao finally opened Mu Yi Yang's phone once again. He then pressed the button to get her number and broadcast Liu Yan Fei's number.

The call was answered after a pleasant ringing sound.

"Hello, this is ?" As Liu Yan Fei held the phone, she kept busy with the things in her hand and kept the phone between her ear and arm.

Before Liu Yan Fei could finish speaking, Song Yao Yao's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Fei!" It's me, I'm Yao Yao! " Song Yao Yao said excitedly into the phone, her excited voice carrying a sense of indescribable happiness!

"Yao Yao, you, recently went over to Xiao Yao." After hearing Song Yao Yao's voice, Liu Yan Fei's initially busy hands slightly paused, and asked hesitantly. Her beautiful eyes also flickered with a hint of surprise, and she even put down the documents in her hands, and directly picked up the phone, speaking excitedly.

And Liu Yan Fei's excitement made the people who worked with him all look towards Liu Yan Fei.

Liu Yan Fei felt countless gazes on him and an apologetic smile flashed across her face. After that, he carefully held her phone and walked outside ?

"Fei Fei, I'm sorry. I've made you worry for the past few days!" Song Yao Yao said apologetically.

"Worried about you?" Liu Yan Fei suddenly said with exaggeration.

"Eh, aren't you worried about me even though I've been missing for so many days?" Song Yao Yao paused for a moment, and started to doubt whether or not Liu Yan Fei was really her best friend.

"Worried about what? Speaking of which, is the scene of your husband saving the beauty in the company still spreading like crazy? Everyone says your luck is really good to have married such a handsome husband. Also, let me tell you this, not long after your husband took you away, Yu Ya Qin also reportedly resigned. "

"Haha, it is said that that guy is still telling her to find Nan Gong Xu right now. Is she still dreaming about finding a rich lady? It's a pity that a lot of things seem to have happened to the Nangong Group recently. In short, your husband is helping you vent your anger. "

"As for you, you benefited from your misfortune and obtained a super good, super admirable husband. You, you are truly lucky, huh?" As Liu Yan Fei spoke, she could not help but exclaim in admiration.

"Fei Fei, you said that Yu Ya Qin has resigned, and a lot of things also happened in her family?" Song Yao Yao curiously looked at the phone and asked. Her beautiful eyes slightly flickered, as if she remembered something that Mu Yi Yang had told her before. In her mind, she remembered the last time Nan Gong Xu came to her house looking for her.

Could it be because of Mu Yi Yang?

"Uh-huh, yeah!" Yao Yao, even now, are you still worried for that heartless man who doesn't have a conscience!? " Liu Yan Fei spoke with a somewhat exaggerated tone, accompanied by a sharp scream.

He waited until the other party had finished coaxing him, then he pulled his phone closer.

"Fei Fei, what are you thinking about? Am I going to worry about that man with no conscience? "Let me tell you, when I found out about that unscrupulous fellow's feud that day, I couldn't wait to tear that fellow into a thousand pieces so that I could vent my anger." Song Yao Yao hurriedly replied with some exaggeration.

"En, that's good, now you've finally learned your lesson, Yao Yao, you know? Many people are very envious of you now? "

"Hm!" I know, Fifi. "Thank you!"

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for being my good friend!"

"Haha, are you not afraid that I would be like Yu Ya Qin and take your man away?" Liu Yan Fei threatened the phone with some exaggeration.

"Haha, I'm not afraid. Who wants someone like Nan Gong Xu? Who wants him?" Song Yao Yao said in a slightly slower manner.

"Nan Gong Xu? Yao Yao, no one would want that kind of thing even if you threw it on the street. At that time, you were the only one who would want that kind of thing. " Liu Yan Fei pouted slightly, and couldn't resist laughing as she scolded.

"Then ?" Song Yao Yao slightly blinked her beautiful eyes, and asked with some hesitation.

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