Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, the writer's income gradually increased, and his life became better and better, but Xinyi was never happy.

As soon as she opened her eyes every morning, she had to get up and cook for Wen Hao, and then watch him go to work. Looking back, she had to immediately take care of the children. The huge house suddenly seemed empty. She often thought of the time she spent with her parents. At that time

How happy she is! Looking at now, there is often no figure of the literary figure, and there is no one to talk to. Many times, she wants to hold her child, go home to see her parents, and tell her grievances.

, But Xiaofeng's stimulating words always echoed in her ears. Whenever she thought of these, tears fell uncontrollably. Her lonely heart had been tortured and scarred for the sake of this small family.

No one understands her misery.

Wenhao was only busy with his work. He rarely mentioned the relationship between the siblings in front of Xinyi. In Wenhao's heart, he didn't like Xiaofeng and the others very much. Thinking about himself as brother-in-law, Xiaofeng couldn't even say a word

Brother-in-law has never called him, and he is full of resentment when he thinks about it. However, as an elder, he did not show the slightest dissatisfaction in front of Xinyi's family. Sometimes when they meet, he deliberately avoids it, not wanting to see it.

Xiaofeng's cold and arrogant face, over time, their relationship has basically become a stranger.

When she was lonely, Xinyi looked forward to her parents coming over. Every time they came over, they would buy her a bunch of delicious food and ask her about her recent situation.

The mother looked at Xinyi who was getting thinner day by day, and said with a long sigh: "Thank you for your hard work, my child. Taking care of a baby is the most tiring thing. You see, your father and I take care of Xiaofeng's children together. Sometimes we are so busy that we can't even take a bite."

, you are still alone, and you can’t count on literary giants at all, so you have to pay attention to your health and eat more. You used to always help us, but now, when you need it most, we can’t help you. It’s really hard for you.

Already."

As she talked, her mother couldn't help but burst into tears. Seeing this, Xinyi felt bad. She was far away from her parents' home, and it would be more time-consuming to go back. Besides, she didn't want to see Xiaofeng and Xiaofeng.

That hypocritical face.

Looking at Xinyi in a daze, her mother could only comfort her, "Don't be sad, just get through this period. Your dad and I originally planned to take you home to live for a while, but Xiaofeng's temper

, and the troubled Mengfan, look at their attitude towards you, those sarcastic and harsh words, no one can stand it, hey! I just feel sorry for you, so I can’t say much."

"Mom and Dad, it's okay, I can do it on my own, don't worry!" In order not to worry her parents, Xinyi always suppressed her depression and forced a smile on her face.

The child is about to go to kindergarten, Xinyi thought, "Now I am about to be liberated. Life at home is really difficult. I look at my child every day and occasionally look in the mirror. The self in front of me is like a withered flower. I have lost everything."

Having lost her past charming appearance, it’s no wonder that literary men don’t like to take a second look at herself.

It seemed that Wenhao hadn't chatted with her for a long time. Sometimes he just teased the child and fell asleep after teasing. He was really exhausted and rarely talked as sweetly as before.

"Men are like this after marriage." Xinyi complained secretly in her heart. She wanted to have a hysterical quarrel with the writer to vent the anger that had been pent up in her heart for a long time. But seeing the writer's exhausted look, she felt a little distressed.

Already.

One day, Wenhao got off work early and was very attentive to Xinyi, "Honey, let's go shopping as a family of three today! Then buy some of your favorite food, and when you come back, my husband will show you his skills."

"Why did the sun come out from the west today! I couldn't see you before, and I haven't heard your gentle words for a long time." Xinyi said this, and she was quite happy in her heart. The writer could finally spend some time with her.

Accompany her.

"Let me discuss something with you first, and then we can go out." Wenhao asked tentatively.

"Okay, go ahead! I'm all ears." Xinyi agreed happily without thinking too much.

"I've been doing a lot of private work recently, and I've paid off all the money I owe Mo Han." The writer said with a smile.

"When did you owe Mo Han the money?" Xinyi was shocked after hearing this.

"The down payment for the house was borrowed from him. You didn't ask, so I didn't have the nerve to tell you."

"Ah! I thought you saved it yourself! How many secrets do you have? I thought our life would get better and better if you worked so hard for private work! I'm telling you! How come I just saw you busy and didn't take any of it?

How much money did you get back? They also said that the project has never been paid, so you used it to pay off the debt!" Xinyi immediately became a little unhappy.

"Yes! I really didn't have any money at the time, but I'm afraid that if I tell you, you won't marry me. Isn't there nothing I can do about it?" Wen Hao muttered in a low voice, a little embarrassed.

"You are really, I am a fool! I was fooled by you. Oh! It's useless to say anything now. The rice has been cooked and the children have been born." Xinyi became more and more angry as she listened.

"Honey, don't sigh. Look, how good it is now. We are debt-free and have a house and children."

"Why don't you have any debt? You still have a loan on your house! This loan alone is so overwhelming. No, you have to renew it in two months." Xinyi sighed.

"Today's society is like this. There are a few people who don't take out loans. If young people today want to avoid relying on their old age, there is only one way, unless they are the second generation of rich people." The writer argued forcefully.

"I don't have such a good life! I found you, a negative person who is in debt, a typical second-generation negative person."

Seeing that Xinyi was no longer so angry and was still joking with her, Wenhao continued: "My ex-wife wants to sell the house, let's sign the signature together."

"What does it have to do with your ex-wife selling the house? I don't have any share in that house." Xinyi immediately became angry when she heard this.

"It's not your fault, but aren't we married now? The house is in my name, and I wasn't in a hurry to change it at the time." The writer said tremblingly.

"I don't want to see her. If you want to sign, you can go by yourself. Think about how she kicked you out in the first place. Even if you can't stay for a few more days, if she refuses, won't we refuse too?"

"She didn't come because she entrusted her brother to handle the formalities. I just wanted to get it done as soon as possible. It's not a problem to be involved like this."

"His brother...brother...is the one who made things difficult for us last time by refusing to issue a letter of introduction?" Xinyi's eyes widened.

"Yes, that's him, just cooperate!" Wenhao said with a playful smile.
Chapter completed!