Chapter 247: You can't even say it if you beat him to death

Author: Xifeng

Zhou Chunhe deliberately refused to call home. He was like a child who subconsciously wanted to make them worry, but unexpectedly, the cell phone in his pocket was quiet and silent.

He was more or less pessimistic.

The master who came to work was surprised to see Zhou Chunhe, "Your mother said that the market is busy. You have not been here recently. You even asked me to come to Liu Guanshan in advance. Why are you back?"

Zhou Chunhe smiled, "I will never be busy with things, but I want to live in this house, so I have to worry about it."

"Don't worry, your father-in-law is coming very hard and keeps his eyes on him." The master joked halfway.

"He is coming here?" Zhou Chunhe was quite surprised. He thought that Jiang Jiafu must have been scared and dared not come again when there was an accident last time.

"Come on, come almost every day," Master Zheng said this, and suddenly raised his finger, "Look, isn't that coming again?"

Zhou Chunhe turned around and saw Jiang Jiafu hand-written on his back, with a cigarette pole on his waist.

Seeing Zhou Chunhe, Jiang Jiafu was obviously stunned for a moment, "Are you back?"

"You have your legs so nimble?"

"Is it so easy? Look, it's the same as before." Jiang Jiafu walked away.

Zhou Chunhe didn't know what to say for a moment.

"By the way, Wan Xue will go to work tomorrow. She will go to buy clothes for her work today."

"Who goes to work?" Zhou Chunhe was confused.

"Wan Xue, didn't you ask someone to come back with a message yesterday and let her go to work? Wan Xue loves face and wants to buy two new clothes, so she won't embarrass you, haha." Jiang Jiafu walked into the new house and looked at it.

I looked at it, but I didn't know what I was looking at.

Zhou Chunhe became more and more confused as he heard it. He pulled Jiang Jiafu across, "Who sent you a message?"

"Old man Sheng, he went to the city yesterday. He brought it back. That's right? It's still a family, so how can you not help me?"

"This is not what I mean." Zhou Chunhe said.

"What does it mean? You don't know about it?"

"I don't know." Zhou Chunhe felt very depressed and couldn't breathe. It was like a sky full of dark clouds. He guessed who it meant, but he didn't understand why she did this.

"That's what Jiang Lu means. It seems that you still have two tricks and can control your wife." Jiang Jiafu said with a smile.

In the past, if someone polites him like this, he would accept it with pleasure, but this time, he felt very harsh and his heart was tightly disturbed.

"I'm back." Zhou Chunhe said, saying to Jiang Jiafu and to himself.

"Okay, you go back, I'll show you here, don't worry." Jiang Jiafu waved his hand and urged Zhou Chunhe to go back.

"Lao Jiangtou, be happy, my daughter and son-in-law build such a grand house." Master Zheng quipped.

"It's okay. They don't have much pressure to build such a house. They even bought a house in the city." Jiang Jiafu said proudly.

"This rich man is confident when speaking. There is no pressure on such a house, and many people will never earn anything in their lifetime." A worker sighed.

Jiang Jiafu really regarded himself as a rich man, with a proud smile on his face, took out the cigarette he couldn't bear to smoke in his pocket, and gave it to the worker to eat.

Jiang Lu did arrange a position for Wan Xue, but it was not his own store or Zhou Chunhe Market. Instead, Fu Xiaoan opened a special stall for the market and asked Wan Xue to sell vegetables there.

If Wan Xue knew that she had received this "great", she would be grateful or indignant. Jiang Lu didn't care. She only said she wanted a job, but she didn't say she was a salesperson or a manager. As long as she was a job, she couldn't tolerate her picky choices.

When Zhou Chunhe returned home, my mother was making chicken soup, her son was doing homework, her daughter Duoduo sucked her fingers in the cradle, and Jiang Lu was writing something in front of the desk.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Chunhe walked forward and said, "Have you arranged a job for Wan Xue?"

"Yeah, it's arranged." Jiang Lutou didn't raise his head either.

"You don't have to make arrangements for her, I'm not afraid of her."

"Of course you won't be afraid of her, who else are you afraid of, but I have to think about Zhou Tian and Zhou Yun."

Zhou Chunhe opened his mouth and said speechlessly, "I don't mean that."

"I don't know what you mean, and I don't want to guess. It doesn't matter to me." This is against my will.

Zhou Chunhe's heart sank little by little, and the only hope left on the way back was shattered. Sure enough, the wife did this not for him, but for the children.

This is nothing wrong, it's just that he's greedy.

"If I say that she and I are innocent, do you believe me?" Zhou Chunhe is not a person who endures humiliation. Whenever he has the opportunity to prove his innocence, he will do his best to prove it.

"Why do you make me believe it?" Jiang Lu finally raised her head and looked at Zhou Chunhe.

In those eyes, there was no sign of the warmth of the past, only indifference and disappointment.

He couldn't prove it, but he still faced Jiang Lu's gaze, "I'm looking for evidence, give me some time."

"Then let me trust you when you find it." Jiang Lu continued to write a letter.

When Zhou Chunhe walked out of the room, he brought Jiang Lu to the door. He walked to Duoduo's cradle, reached out to pick her up, and called out, "Girl, laugh."

Unexpectedly, Duoduo really smiled. Zhou Chunhe's face suddenly swept away, and he raised his daughter high and played a game of raising her high with her, which made Duoduo giggle.

Zhou Po Zi held the spatula and came to the kitchen door to see this scene. He said nothing, but his face was relaxed and turned back to cook.

Jiang Lu also heard the movement outside in the study room. Her heart tightened and then relaxed again. After hesitating, she folded the letter paper and stuffed it into the envelope.

The most painful thing during this period was Zhou Tian. He was tortured by a Chinese question so that his three souls were about to leave their bodies.

"Dad, I don't know this." Zhou Tian finally asked for help.

Zhou Chunhe walked over with his daughter in his arms, looked at the topic, and said lightly, "I don't know either."

Zhou Tian was about to cry, "What should I do?"

Zhou Chunhe pointed to the room and said, "Ask your mother."

"Mom, I won't do it anymore." Zhou Tian shouted at the top of his throat.

Jiang Lu opened the door and walked straight to Zhou Tian’s desk, "Who can’t do it?"

"This." Zhou Tian pointed to the question.

When Jiang Lu saw that he was writing the whole reading of syllables. No wonder his father didn't know how to do it, even if she couldn't say it completely.

"Give your textbook to your mother." Jiang Lu pretended to be calm. She knew that Zhou Chunhe was watching while holding her daughter.

"Give it." Zhou Tian handed over the textbook.

After looking through it, Jiang Lu knew it in her mind and put down the textbook, "Did your teacher teach this?"

Zhou Tian hesitated for a while, "It seems that he has taught me."

Jiang Lu opened the textbook and turned to that page, "It seems? Look carefully if it's this page?"

Zhou Tian leaned forward and took a closer look, embarrassed to scratch his head, "I've really been there."

Jiang Lu suddenly had a black line on his head, "What are you thinking about in class?"

Zhou Tian naturally dared not say that he wanted to dig a bird's nest, roll marbles, and make paper bags in class, but he never thought about listening to the class. This cannot be said, and he can't be said even if he beats him to death.
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