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Chapter 368 Telegram

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    Mr. Zhang looked at his sensible son and daughter-in-law in front of him, but he didn't know what to say.

    Especially this daughter-in-law, who sacrificed too much for Lao Zhang's family.

    And Zhang Mo is indeed a matter on his mind, and it is also a disease on the old lady's mind.  Back then, that child was smarter than any other child in Zhang's family, and they liked him the most.  The old lady was very well protected and even rarely let him go out.

    The child rarely went out, but he didn't want to, and the child got lost.

    The old man knew that Chen Sihui was the most uncomfortable.  After all, Chen Sihui was the child's biological mother.  If it is true, no one is qualified to say anything.

    "Dad, it's all my fault, if I"

    Mr. Zhang waved his hand and interrupted her: "What happened back then is over, and it's not all your fault. There were several children in Zhang's family back then, and they couldn't bring them here."

    There are two children in the big house. The adults also threw the children over because of work, and they are the only ones at home to take care of them.  If Chen Sihui hadn't stayed at home to take care of the family, the old lady and Aunt Yue might not have been able to bring so many children.

    "Since you have Haidong to help, you also remember his kindness, food stamps and money, send more, don't be too stingy."

    Zhang Qili nodded: "I know Dad."

    The three chatted for a while, and the old man and Aunt Yue went to the hospital to see the old lady.

    The couple eat first, and after eating, they plan to take a shower and sleep.

    They are also very tired after taking care of patients continuously these days.

    "Sihui." Zhang Qili looked at his wife distressedly, "Thank you for your hard work!"

    He spends too little time at home throughout the year. He didn't even go home for two or three years when he made a breakthrough a few years ago, and he didn't know the specific situation at home.

    Chen Sihui paused, then smiled: "It's okay, it's for this family."

    Zhang Qili was silent for a while, and said: "Sihui, now that the child is grown up, if you don't want to live together, we can move out. You can come back to see your parents when you usually need it."

    "That's okay!" Chen Sihui shook her head, "I'm used to living here. My parents like to be lively, and the big house has gone out. If we go out again, it shouldn't be the case. Besides, the granddaughter is here, usually  needs care."

    Zhang Fan is busy at work, and Zhang Fan's wife is a nurse, so she is even busier at work.  They certainly don't have time to take care of the children, and that's up to her to take care of them.

    "I'm afraid I've wronged you too much!" Zhang Qili came back less often, leaving his wife to face these things alone, and felt more and more distressed.

    Chen Sihui smiled and shook her head: "I'm not wronged, my father is very good to me, Xiaofan and the others are also good, and my granddaughter, how can I feel wronged!"

    While the two were talking, the voice of the postman came from outside the door¡ª¡ª

    "Is anyone there? Telegram!"

    The postman yelled, but didn't intend to stay, and directly stuffed the telegram into the iron box at the door.  This is a courtyard house, but there is an iron box at the door that can put mail.

    Zhang Qili stood up: "I'll go out and get it."

    Chen Sihui nodded, turned around and wanted to go back to her room to take a shower.

    Zhang Qili went out, just in time to see the postman stuffing the telegram into the iron box, so he went up to touch some candy and handed it over: "Thank you for your hard work, comrade, I happen to be happy, eat some candy!"

    With the news of the youngest son, it is also a happy event!

    The postman saw two high-grade candies wrapped in red candy paper, his eyes lit up, and he passed the telegram: "Your telegram!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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