Wu Zhong went to another place. Liu Feiyang just knew the news, and did not ask or ask in detail. However, when people heard that they were looking for relationships and seeking a step closer to their careers, the villain in Liu Qingqing's mouth was naturally unwilling to stick to the small Longteng Bar. For them, it was far from enough to make a fortune.

So before he saw the big boss of this bar, he felt a little bit confident. Although Liu Qingqing is Sister Qing and has shares in the bar, Wu Zhong did not nod and this personnel appointment was a bit bad after all.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when he returned, and he was crazy in the private room. If he was a little tougher, he would probably have completed the transformation from a girl to a woman in the private room. The latter was extremely cater to him. At first, he had to tentatively feed the wine to the mouth, but later he danced a erotic dance on the alcohol.

But he cleverly rejected them all, and it was not a righteous person, because the existence of this ambiguous relationship is still needed now.

He can possess it completely, not that he cannot but that he does not want it. He has just arrived in the county for less than two months and he cannot fully accept the concept of progress.

In other words, this calf has a strong possessive desire. If he follows his woman, he can only follow him. Therefore, he will not touch those uncertain women, so he will feel disgusted in the future. For example, those animal characters who play with the quantity and quality of women as the value of life are absolutely inapplicable to him.

He basically maintained a cold passerby attitude of disagreement and disagreement.

Anran was already asleep when she came back. When the girl said she was waiting for him on the kang, she had already expressed her feelings. According to the modern thinking, she could push the door and live together shamelessly, but he didn't. She habitually squatted under the window and smoked a dry cigarette. After stepping on the cigarette butts, she subconsciously wanted to take it into the house. She was already in her hands, and hesitated for a while and then threw it to the yard where there was a little land in front.

Smoking in his heart boils down to two words: comfort.

As for what he felt when he was addicted to smoking, he had never tried it. He just took it out of his pocket and put it in his mouth when he wanted to smoke. He lit it and smoked when he lit it. Throwing away the cigarette butts is not the ethereality brought by the high salary, but he knew that when a small thing that was considered a bad thing in the eyes of others, he would always be exposed inadvertently in front of others. He was not sure that he could do all the details well, so he would change it from now on.

He turned back to the house, tried to lighten his steps, reached out and pushed open the door of the west room. He didn't need to turn on the light, and he knew that there was something unusual, and his face was a little unnatural. He walked to the side of the kang and turned on the light. The bedding was already laid on the kang, and the quilt was neatly tucked. This was definitely not from the hands of the second child, but the careful girl living in the east room.

He sat on the kang and felt a little deserted. He had been on the same kang with his second child for more than two years. He was used to being popular in the house, and now he is the only one left.

The little boy who married his wife and forgot his mother should be on Tian Shufen's kang.

If you drink six or seventy minutes of drunkenness, you will not walk crookedly or be completely awake.

Looking around the house, it was like a tiger patrolling his territory, but it was a little too lonely here.

In fact, if he knew about the issue between Tian Shufen and the second child, if he had known earlier, he would have separated the two with the most rapid means. Even if he broke the second child's legs, he would not jump over the wall again.

He doesn't understand the so-called love regardless of age, race, belief, etc., and does not want to explore it carefully. He just knows that when the second child is thirty, Tian Shufen is almost fifty years old, and in ten or eight years he will be an old woman. Judging from the character of the second child, it is difficult to end up in one.

Another issue is the birth problem. Neighbors say that Tian Shufen cannot have children, and being unfilial is the greatest thing to be unfilial. Liu Feiyang, a parent, also likes to see a white and fat boy with his second child. This is the rule that his ancestors have passed away.

However, the two have already slept together.

This is an unchangeable fact. No matter how young the second child is, he is a man with a handle. No matter how old Tian Shufen is, he is still a woman. He knows that men's shoulders are not only carrying pickaxes, but also have to be responsible and responsible to women.

Things have become an unchangeable conclusion, and now I have to do this.

Take off your shoes and get into the quilt that Anran has laid, turn off the light, and look at the ceiling with your eyes open.

Raising a family is an important issue facing the second child. He is determined to bring the second child into the bar. He can always be more at ease under his nose, but his foundation is still shallow and he still has to wait.

An Ran got up early and used a pot to heat up a few steamed buns that she got back from the kindergarten. She originally had meat buns left, but she didn't want them all, so she gave them to the cooking aunt. She sat on the stool beside the stove and added hazel stalks that the two children carried back from the mountain. The red flame reflected in her clear eyes. She had not washed up yet and her hair was a little scattered.

He picked up two more hazel stalks and added them to it.

"Zira..."

She withdrew her hand like an electric shock, recovered from her consciousness, looked down at a black spot on her white fingers, stood up and washed it in a basin, and the blackness faded away, and a long red strip appeared, which had already burned the blisters. She was looking at the blisters, and suddenly felt that it was not good. She quickly turned around and saw that the fire had burned out, and then quickly kicked it into the stove pit with her feet.

He sighed neither heavy nor lightly, and then sat back on the pony.

In fact, she didn't sleep all night last night, tossing and turning. For her, who is not a literary young woman, she rarely expresses love. She does not pursue romance and does not want to live a life of a superior person. She just needs to take care of her husband and children and be content with her wealth. She doesn't know when she can sleep soundly when she hears footsteps every night.

Maybe it was because he had this feeling since his mother had not left. He brought himself out of Furong Villa and developed even more strongly.

She didn't tell others but couldn't deceive herself. That day she was lying under the silk quilt. When she saw that the person coming in was Liu Feiyang, her faint smile came from the heart, and she was a joy she had never seen in the past twenty-one years. She was so happy that she didn't have to dance, a smile was enough.

Yesterday when he said he wanted to go to the mine, she sat on the kang and was worried, believing that the figure could come back, but she had made plans to leave this place where she could give birth to herself. As for where to go and what she did.

However, her worry at this moment was not everything before this.

She was very afraid, afraid that Liu Feiyang would become a "Julian" person, the same low-class background was despised, the same motivated and self-esteem that was deeply rooted in the bones, and the same eagerness to study and think deeply.

The only difference is that there has never been a deep resentment on his face.

The sentence "She will help me" last night is no different from pushing open Mrs. Derena's door.

Julien's ending was tragic, and she was worried that Liu Feiyang would also follow in the footsteps.

She couldn't help but ask herself, if the ending was the same, what should she do?

After a long time, a hint of determination seemed to appear in her beautiful eyes. She didn't look at the fire inside, but she could grab the hazel stalks next to her and send them to the fire accurately. With her continuous efforts, the pot finally caught a hot mist.

I didn't give myself an answer in my heart, but I stood up resolutely, took out a broom and swept the floor clean, picked up the kettle and poured the hot water into the basin, filled the cold water from the jar and poured it into the basin, stirring it with my hands, and testing the water temperature.

The movements are delicate and the expression is pleasant.

If Qian Liang, who had broken legs, looked at this scene, he might kneel down and shout: Is it good to be my wife?

She finished all the preparations, then walked to the door of the west room and raised her hand and knocked on the door.
Chapter completed!