Chapter 67 You don’t want to see Shen Mingzhu, right?
"Pei Yang, don't do this."
Pei Yang lowered his eyes, his handsome and clear face a little dim, "I haven't even washed my mother's feet like this."
Shen Mingzhu felt like there was cotton in her throat, and she was suddenly speechless.
Only the faint sound of water and the low voice of a man could be heard in the living room.
"My mother has worked hard for us all her life, and her feet are definitely not as delicate and smooth as yours. Sometimes I wonder if it is because my son is too unfilial and made her work too much, so she left early. Let
My wife was her only last wish before she died, and I can't make her feel at ease even after she dies, so I married you back."
"Pearl."
The man suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her, "I know that my husband is very incompetent, so you should blame me in your heart."
Taking advantage of Pei Yang's hands to relax, Shen Mingzhu pulled his feet back and quickly picked up the footcloth on the side to wipe the water on his feet.
She was afraid that if she continued washing, something would happen.
Pei Yang just squatted beside the footbath, watching her movements and not knowing what she was thinking.
"There is still hot water in the pot. Pour out the dirty water and make it hot again."
After saying that, Shen Mingzhu put on her shoes and stood up and quickly returned to the bedroom.
When she closed the door, she glanced towards the living room. The man was still squatting, motionless, like a stone statue.
Click.
As the door was closed, the line of sight was also blocked.
There is softness of heart and there is also emotion, but these emotions have nothing to do with feelings.
It was impossible for her to accept him just because she was soft-hearted and moved.
Moreover, she did not have the courage to look back even though she knew the outcome of be.
Thinking like this, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Frankly speaking, the man is a good man with excellent conduct, but he is short-lived.
God was so unfair to him.
Turning off the light and closing her eyes, the figure of the man squatting in front of the sofa with his back to her could not be taken away.
After lying down for a while, Shen Mingzhu stood up resignedly and quietly opened the door a crack.
Through the crack in the door, she saw the man sitting alone on the sofa, with his head leaning back on the back of the chair. She didn't know whether he was in a daze or asleep.
She hesitated, opened the door and walked over.
Hearing the footsteps, Pei Yang looked towards her.
"What are you doing sitting here? Why don't you go to your room to sleep?"
"Ziheng locked the door, and now I am a homeless poor man."
Listening to the man's resentful voice, Shen Mingzhu returned to her room silently.
Looking at the door that was not closed, Pei Yang's silent heart suddenly wanted to move.
Just when he was thinking about whether this was a signal from his wife and whether he should take the opportunity to go in, he saw his wife walking out of the room holding a pillow and quilt.
Putting the pillow and quilt on the sofa, Shen Mingzhu said, "Go to bed early" and went back to the room again, closing the door.
Pei Yang: "..."
Looking at the pillows and quilts beside me, I didn't know whether to laugh or be angry.
His wife seems to feel a little sorry for him, but not much.
Pei Yang, who was about 1.8 meters tall, was lying on the cold and hard sofa. He couldn't even straighten his legs. He could only curl up on his side and wrap his body tightly with the quilt.
It was obviously his house, but he, the male owner, was reduced to sleeping in the living room.
Why!?
Pei Yang opened the quilt and sat up, he wanted to Zhen Fu Gang!
But when he came to the master bedroom door, he couldn't knock with his raised hand, so he finally turned around silently and went to the next door.
Boom, boom, boom.
Boom, boom, boom.
Pei Ziheng was upset by the persistent knocking at the door, so he lifted up the quilt and jumped out of bed.
Open the door——
"Why did you open the door?"
"Why don't you knock on the next door?"
The father and son said in unison, staring at each other.
So useless!
Seeing Pei Yang walking towards the bed holding the quilt, Pei Ziheng couldn't help but secretly curse.
In the darkness, the sound of turning over could be heard from time to time in the room.
"Crack."
The room lights are turned on.
Pei Yang turned his head, looked at his son sitting on the bed, and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Pei Ziheng looked at him expressionlessly, "You are always tossing and turning and it makes you so noisy. No wonder Aunt Mingzhu refuses to sleep with you."
"..."
Even if he was kicked out of the room by his wife, even his son despised him.
There is no place for him in this family anymore, he should not come back!
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After coming out of Pei's house, Zhou Shuhuan went for a walk on the street alone. He met an acquaintance on the way and played a few cards. He didn't go home until 11 o'clock.
As soon as he closed the door to his house, the door to his room was opened, and the bloated Shen Baolan leaned against the door frame and looked at him.
"I came back so late, how could I have so much to talk about? I could chat for hours."
Zhou Shuhuan asked her, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Waiting for you."
"What are you waiting for me to do?"
After Shen Baolan became pregnant, she could eat and sleep. She would fall asleep as soon as she lay down in bed every night, even if there was a thunderstorm.
I haven't gone to bed at 11 o'clock today, which is considered a waste of time.
Zhou Shuhuan entered the room and took off his clothes. Shen Baolan followed and closed the door.
"You and Pei Yang chatted all night. What did you talk about?"
"Nothing to talk about."
Shen Baolan was unwilling to give in, "When will Pei Yang come back this time and plan to leave?"
"have no idea."
"Just ask him."
Zhou Shuhuan glanced at her sideways and said angrily: "You don't want to see Shen Mingzhu, right? After Pei Yang left for half a year, he finally returned home. If you can spend time with your wife and son, you can't wait for him to leave tomorrow. Pei Yang leaves If you don't leave, what does it have to do with you? Is there something wrong with your brain or something?"
Shen Baolan rubbed her belly, "I just asked casually, why are you so cruel? You will regret scaring your son!"
Zhou Shuhuan glanced at Shen Baolan's belly, feeling a little bored for no reason.
Son, son, son, he talks about having a son all the time. It’s not like he doesn’t have a son!
Zhou Shuhuan suppressed the anger in his heart and suddenly asked Shen Baolan, "You used to say that Shen Mingzhu's cooking was terrible?"
"yes……"
As if a switch had been turned on, Shen Baolan was drooling over Shen Mingzhu's fault.
It was said that when Shen Mingzhu was in her hometown in the countryside, she fed pigs to death, herded sheep and lost sheep. When she went to the fields to cut rice, she mistook the eels for water snakes and was so frightened that she screamed. After watering all the buds, the steamed buns will be harder than rocks. If you hit them on the ground, they will make a hole. Even if you throw them to dogs, they will not eat them.
In the past, every time Zhou Shuhuan heard this, he would be extremely glad that he did not marry a lazy woman like Shen Mingzhu.
But now, he just feels stupid, being deceived like a fool.
If Shen Mingzhu really can't do anything, how can he make chicken cakes and moon cakes?
He is so stupid.
"...Do you know why Shen Mingzhu wants to be a stepmother? Because she can't do anything well, and she can't get married at all!"
"What about you? Why did you marry my second marriage man again and become Xiaohao's stepmother?"
Shen Baolan was so stunned by the rhetorical question that she didn't notice the sarcasm in Zhou Shuhuan's tone.
"I-I love being a stepmother!"
Shen Baolan reacted very quickly, but her husband only thought she was hypocritical and ridiculous.
Why was he blind in the first place?
It would be great if he married Shen Mingzhu.
That way, like Pei Yang, he can eat delicious meals every day, and like Pei Yang, he can also work hard to make money and go home to give flowers to his wife, so that she can live a good life.
At this time, Shen Baolan was unaware of the regret and melancholy in her husband's heart. She thought that her husband would be disgusted with Shen Mingzhu after listening to her arrangement as usual.
Initially, she arranged for Shen Mingzhu in front of her husband just to prevent her husband from having any thoughts about Shen Mingzhu.
After all, in the dream, her husband married Shen Mingzhu, and she snatched this marriage from Shen Mingzhu through various means.
After she got pregnant later, she felt that her position as a daughter-in-law of the Zhou family had been solidified, but she had formed a habit of arranging an incident with Shen Mingzhu in front of her husband every once in a while, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable.
For example, now, after arranging Shen Mingzhu, she felt very comfortable. After closing her eyes for more than three seconds, she fell into a sweet dream, but she didn't know that her husband was tossing and turning.