Chapter 3100 Are You Doing Well Down There?

Zhao Yougan's face sank immediately.

He didn't want to hear his brother's name at all, especially knowing that he didn't die as he expected.

"Mom, rest well, I'll see you again when I have time." Zhao Yougan stood up, adjusted his suit, and said goodbye to the woman.

"Do you have anything else to do?" the woman asked.

"Well, there are a lot of things. Since the wind of dragon mage started in Europe, our family's industry has been seriously affected. People only go to those auctions where dragons are sold, but it is more and more difficult for us. Take care, those old customers who complied with us in the past, hum, now they go to buy things from our competitors." Zhao Yougan said very dissatisfied.

"There are no old customers, they just cooperate with us and discuss business with us for the sake of your father's face. Now your father is gone..." the woman said.

"It's always like this, why are you always like this? No matter what I say to you, you always have to mention them, Mom, you can't restrain yourself, so how can I continue to chat with you?" Zhao Yougan said impatiently.

Seeing Zhao Yougan's annoyed look, the woman opened her mouth in surprise, but soon regained her original calm.

"I can only tell you, don't you miss them at all, we are a good family..." The woman looked a little disappointed, and finally said lightly.

Zhao Yougan realized that he had lost his temper, and hurriedly took a deep breath.

"I didn't mean that, I just felt sad when I mentioned them. I don't want to be sad, I want to look forward." Zhao Yougan hurriedly defended, his tone softened.

"But I always feel that when you mention them, you are not sad, but always angry."

"Mom, I didn't..."

"Okay, okay, I also understand your feelings. Just now I just saw a young man who looks a little like your brother, and I will inevitably think of him. Go ahead, family affairs, you want more Sorry." The woman also regained her composure.

"Okay, okay, you can recuperate in peace. When the weather is warmer and you feel better, I will pick you up." Zhao Yougan said.

...

Zhao Youqian left quickly, with a trace of panic on his face.

It was as if he was afraid that his mother would see through his true thoughts.

The woman Bai Miaoying has been staring at Zhao Yougan's back, and her pupils have never shaken.

She doesn't know when this home will become what it is now. No matter how beautiful Venice is, it can't shake Bai Miaoying's sadness away.

Bai Miaoying closed her eyes and rested like this, with a trace of helplessness and suffering, waiting for the time to pass by so meaninglessly.

It was a few minutes into the night and the weather was cold. Bai Miaoying was still reluctant to go into the room, for fear that the stagnant air in the room would suffocate herself.

Not long ago, she learned a piece of news from an old nurse in the family, and that news also made Bai Miaoying seriously ill and admitted to the hospital.

She couldn't accept that was the truth, but she had to doubt her own son.

Could it be that Zhao Yougan did it? ?

"Deng deng deng deng!"

Several footsteps came, getting closer and closer.

Bai Miaoying ignored her, but she was suddenly wrapped in an extremely warm woolen coat, and a pair of hands gently rested on her shoulders, which made Bai Miaoying open her eyes involuntarily.

It was a handsome and familiar face, and even when it was serious and angry, it seemed to have a smile on its face.

He likes to laugh so much, Bai Miaoying clearly remembers that since he was very young, he had a warm smile on his face, and kept smirking, even when he was observing the things around him, the corners of his mouth would rise.

This is also the reason why Bai Miaoying and her husband have some preference for this child. He seems to like this family by nature and everything they give him as parents.

"Little Man??" Bai Miaoying couldn't believe her eyes at this time, because she saw this face again.

Even her first reaction was not that she really saw her son come back to life, but that she was sitting on a chair and fell asleep, and her consciousness had entered a dream state.

"Cough, everyone said that after I was eighteen, you can't call me that." The man said with an embarrassed look on his face.

"You're eighty-eight, and I'll call you that even if I'm still alive, Xiaoman, where's your dad, has he come to visit me with you? Are you all doing well down there, will you be bullied by those ghosts? , Did you have enough food and clothing and enough money to spend? Did you receive the things I burned for you in Venice on Qingming Festival last year? Oh, bad, Venice is a foreign country, and the money is probably confiscated by the ghosts and gods in Italy. , even if it is not confiscated, you will have to pass through the customs of the underworld, and a lot of things must have been deducted. I will go back to China next year and add some more things for you..." Bai Miaoying's excited words kept going, it seemed that in just a few seconds Say what you can in time.

"Mom, I can't bring Dad to visit you." Zhao Manyan sat on the chair.

"Why, haven't you met? You are still dependent on each other below, don't go your separate ways because of a little conflict, I know your father is very strict and always likes that you can become a talent and be like him in society. He has enough right to speak, but in fact, he has told me many times, he thinks it is very good for you to do whatever you want. People will eat, drink and have fun soon after living, and it is a blessing to live a stable and stable life. Happy, with a smile on his face just like when he was a child, he doesn’t have to force you to be the chairman of the chamber of commerce, the political elite, the dragon and the phoenix…” Bai Miaoying really has a lot to say. I finished it all in one breath, as if I was afraid that there would be no chance in the future.

After Zhao Manyan listened, the smile on his face disappeared, and he could see the sadness that gradually spread out from his eyes.

"Mom, I can't bring my dad to visit you because I'm not underground as you said. I'm still alive, living well, and you're not dreaming. Look around, dreams aren't so real, and dreams aren't so real. There will be mosquitoes that want to bite you." While saying this, Zhao Manyan patted Bai Miaoying's arm with his palm.

Bai Miaoying clearly felt a bit hot, but the emotions on her face were changing rapidly, with surprise, joy, and doubt constantly intertwined and repeated.

"It's really you, Xiaoman??" Bai Miaoying couldn't control her excitement.

"Well, it's me. I've been wandering outside for a few years, and now I'm a little homesick. The most important thing is to miss you." Zhao Manyan smiled again, and took the initiative to pull his head up to give his mother a big hug.