Yan Murong and Su Qingwu’s nest are not big, only a few hundred square meters.
Of course, for those who still rent a house, it is no different from dreaming to own a house of 100 square meters in a place like Yanjing, which is worth a lot of money. But for those rich people who not only have several houses, but also have a beautiful woman in each house, this is indeed a little smaller.
Many people now say that being a mistress is better than being a wife.
What benefits does a wife have? The answer is no.
Before getting married, I was coaxing her sweetly, thinking about her everything she wanted, buying her whatever she wanted, including diamonds and jewelry, sports car marten fur, and buying whatever she wanted. After getting married, the diamonds were gone, and the sports car was sold. Want things? Okay, take your socks and underwear to wash.
So now, so many women would rather be mistresses than get married.
When Yan Murong opened the door and walked into the new home, as Yan Minghua said, the two women Su Qingwu and Zhao Chen were sitting on the sofa and staring at each other with big eyes, while Yan Minghua was standing on the stairs on the leaping floor, looking at the two women below with interest, as if waiting for the two to have a PK.
Yan Murong's sound of opening the door attracted two women with big eyes. All three women, including Yan Minghua, turned their attention to him.
"Everything is here." Yan Murong felt uncomfortable all over when she was stared at by three women and smiled awkwardly.
"Master." Seeing Yan Murong come in, Zhao Chen ran to Yan Murong like a young wife who had suffered so much grievance and said with a grievance. "Master, your wife scolded me."
"What?" Su Qingwu was stunned and looked at Zhao Chen with surprise.
This woman is so hateful that she would say such words---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"When did I scold you?" Su Qingwu asked with a cold face and looked at Zhao Chen.
"You are scolding me now." Zhao Chen curled his lips. "The poor attitude is just disrespect for me-----disrespect for others. What is the difference between this and scolding others?"
Su Qingwu was almost crazy.
When I first entered the house, I saw this woman sitting on the sofa watching TV in a big way. Before she could speak, she asked herself first who she was and how could she have the key here.
Now, I just had a colder tone, which turned out to be disrespectful to her and scolded him.
When did Miss Su get angry like this? And she is also angry with a woman who appears in her family?
When he was angry, Su Qingwu didn't care whether she was a lady or not.
"Master? Humph, I'm very skilled in screaming. Who knows if there is any other relationship?" Su Qingwu said with a sneer.
"What's wrong with the master? The master is the master. After all, you are my master's wife. How can you speak like this----No wonder my master doesn't want you. He looks like a whiteboard every day. You are not mahjong. Who can I show you to the whiteboard every day? Be careful that before you get old, the whiteboard becomes rich, with so many wrinkles."
Su Qingwu was furious, and she didn't think that this woman's mouth was so sharp. Isn't this a different way to scold herself?
Yan Murong laughed in her heart, feeling that Zhao Chen's words were reasonable.
Since you have any objections to yourself, why are you still tense? Just divorce directly? Who can I show you a cold face every day?
Yan Murong suddenly remembered a very sarcastic joke.
The joke is that when both husband and wife pass middle age, they will only have three sentences every day when they go home.
"Eat.", "Where is the child?", "Sleep."
He felt that if he lived with Su Qingwu now, he would probably not even have these three sentences. In this case, if he waited for a few decades, wouldn’t he be similar to passers-by A and passers-by B?
Is this a husband and wife? Or even passerby A and passerby B are not considered a person. At least you have to talk to the vendor selling pancakes on the side of the road, right?
"Go out, this is my home. I won't let all the messy people come in." Su Qingwu said with a gloomy face.
"Why should I go out?" Zhao Chen retorted with his chest. "This is your home, and my master's home---my master agrees that I live here, why don't you agree?"
Looking at Zhao Chen's righteous look and looking at Yan Murong Yun's calm expression, Su Qingwu felt extremely aggrieved.
"This is my home, I have the right to let you out."
"This is also my master's home, and my master also has the right to let me live here."
"Enough, shut up." Yan Murong suddenly shouted with a cold face, which immediately calmed both women. He looked at Yan Murong with confusion, wondering why he suddenly got angry.
The one who was even more surprised was Yan Minghua. She knew what Yan Murong's personality was. When facing outsiders or people he hated, her mouth was like a machine gun, and she never kept her mouth. However, he never had a single stick to her family. This sudden and inexplicable anger surprised her.
Looking at the expressions of the three women, Yan Murong's face was as cold as frost, but her heart was filled with joy.
It seems that men have to show some dignity as men when necessary, and they cannot be ridden on their heads every day as a majestic person.
Yan Murong has no idea about a man, but she doesn't like to live such a life all day.
It was even said that Yan Murong's idea was very simple - to find a virtuous woman, buy a house of small square meters, and then find a job that is not very good, but supporting a family is not a problem.
But there are always many differences between ideals and facts--either his identity or the responsibilities he has to resist on his shoulders, he is not allowed to live such a life.
A vigorous life is bound to be wonderful, but being able to live a peaceful life is what most people expect.
"Zhao Chen is the daughter of my father and comrade-in-arms. It's up to me to let her live in it." Yan Murong said in a deep voice. "It's true that you are my wife, but please don't hold your face when treating my friends----If you don't want to, you can move out or get a divorce, and no one forces you to stay."
"I haven't been in Yanjing for so many years--even when I was a child, I never did anything to sorry for you, right? Why do you always dislike me? The chairman of such a large group should not be so slim."
"You said I'm petty?" Su Qingwu asked in disbelief, and her eyes gradually turned red.
Yan Murong didn't say anything, but the expression on his face also expressed his meaning.
He glared at Yan Murong with hatred. Su Qingwu didn't say a word, picked up the bag placed on the sofa and ran out.
PS: It’s Sunday again. After twelve o’clock, I will post a chapter after twelve o’clock in the evening. The remaining two chapters will be posted tomorrow morning. Book flowers with you in advance. Lao Shi and earrings in front cannot be eaten, so I can help me keep the third place in the new book list!