On the day of the blind date, I had a flash marriage with a wealthy man

Such an upright Chen Yajun was so angry that Song Wei was scratching her heart like claws.

She was full of grievances and pain, "Do you think I have that spare time to follow you?"

If she hadn't sent her daughter to the emergency room in the middle of the night, she would never have run into Chen Yajun going to the movies with others.

Chen Yajun asked confidently, "Then how do you know that I went to the movies with someone?"

"I finally admitted it, right?" Song Wei was extremely disappointed.

Chen Yajun choked for a moment, but soon regained his righteousness:

"What's wrong with watching a movie, can't I go and relax?"

"Who would go out to watch a midnight movie with someone in the middle of the night?"

"Song Wei, did you finish asking? Watching a movie isn't cheating, it's like I've done something wrong to you. Don't judge me here like a presiding judge, okay?"

Chen Yajun spoke more and more confidently.

Song Wei only felt a punch hit the cotton.

No matter how great the anger and grievance came to Chen Yajun, it would become light and light, as if nothing happened.

She stared at Chen Yajun with hatred.

Chen Yajun looked at her in boredom.

"Song Wei, look at you now, you are bitter and bitter. To whom do you show this bitter melon face? Do I owe you anything?"

"I worked so hard to make money outside, I didn't let you bask in the sun, didn't let you get drenched, and let you comfortably be a full-time wife at home. No matter how many women can't ask for stability, what else can you be dissatisfied with? "

At this time, Panpan, who got up after hearing the sound of the dispute, walked weakly into the living room.

She looked at Chen Yajun and Song Wei, who were both very excited, their little faces were full of fear and worry.

"Dad, Mom, are you fighting again?"

Song Wei, who was in pain, immediately squeezed out a smile, walked up to her daughter, and touched her head.

"No, mom and dad are just discussing the problem. They made you sleep, and mom says sorry to you."

Seeing her daughter stepping on the cold floor with bare feet, Song Wei hurriedly carried her back to the bed in the room.

She rubbed her daughter's little feet, "The high fever has just subsided, how can you not wear shoes? Lie down and rest. If you have a cold, you need to sleep more to get better."

Chen Yajun also followed in.

On weekdays, although Chen Yajun doesn't take care of his children very much, he still loves them very much.

He just wants to have a wife and mother to take care of the children, so he can be lazy if he can.

But Chen Yajun was also very anxious if the child was going to get sick, "What's wrong with Panpan?"

If it wasn't for Panpan's presence, Song Wei wouldn't pay attention to Chen Yajun.

She didn't want her daughter to see adults arguing.

She tried her best to suppress the pain of claws scratching her heart, and then explained to Chen Yajun that Panpan had a high fever and was sent to the hospital in a simple and clear manner.

Chen Yajun hurriedly poured a cup of warm water for Panpan, "Panpan, drink more hot water if you have a fever, and sleep after drinking, be good."

Panpan looked at Chen Yajun longingly, "Dad, don't quarrel with mom, okay? Mom has to go to work and take care of my brother and me. It's very hard."

"Father didn't quarrel with mother." Chen Yajun touched Panpan's head, "Hey, drink the water."

After Panpan drank the water, Chen Yajun and Song Wei walked out.

Chen Yajun glanced at Song Wei, "Don't go to work on Monday."

"Why do you let me not go to work?" Song Wei asked aggrievedly.

Chen Yajun said confidently, "If it wasn't because you insisted on arguing to go to work and didn't take good care of the children, Panpan would get sick and have a high fever?"

"Chen Yajun, you are being unreasonable. How can the child's illness be blamed on me?" Song Wei was irritated again.

She didn't blame Chen Yajun for not being there when the child was sick and had a fever, so she was fine.

Chen Yajun turned back and beat him up?

What kind of weird idea is this?

Song Wei was so angry that she was about to vomit blood.

She was afraid that she would lose control of her agitation and would quarrel with Chen Yajun and wake up Panpan again, so she didn't say anything more.

Reasoning with this kind of weird person is like playing the piano with a cow.

That night, she and Chen Yajun slept in separate rooms again.

Lying on the bed alone, Song Wei was full of distress.

She managed the marriage like this, what should she do?

Neither is it.

Neither is it.

What should we do?

When Qiao Qiao returned from Song Wei's place, it was already [-]:[-] in the middle of the night.

Shang Zhongbo didn't fall asleep.

Seeing her come back, she quickly turned on the light, "Qiaoqiao, you are finally back."

"Dad, why haven't you slept yet?" Qiao Qiao didn't want to turn on the light at first, and planned to go back to the room quietly, but Shang Zhongbo didn't expect Shang Zhongbo to stay up all this time.

Shang Zhongbo said a few words of concern, "Qiaoqiao, how is your best friend's child, is it better?"

"The fever is gone, but, alas. Weiwei's matter is quite troublesome. I'll talk to you another day. Dad, go to sleep, I'm sorry to wake you up so late."

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Qiao Qiao asked, "Dad, is Shanglu taking a bath?"

"He also just came back." Shang Zhongbo said.

"Come back so late?" Qiao Qiao frowned, "Did you work overtime so late?"

She walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

Facing the Phytolacca bathing in the shower, he paused.

I have lived here for half a month, but Shanglu is still not used to the cramped bathroom.

He is 1.9 meters tall, standing in this space of less than two square meters, he always feels like he can't stretch his hands and feet.

Ben was aggrieved, but at this moment someone knocked on the door, and he frowned even more unhappily, "Can you stop knocking while I'm taking a shower?"

"Excuse me." Qiao Qiao asked, "I just wanted to ask you if you're hungry, and if you want a bowl of noodles, and I'll cook them for you?"

He worked overtime until this point and didn't come back. It was quite hard work.

So Qiao Qiao wanted to cook something for him.

Shanglu's stomach is really hungry.

Knowing that Qiaoqiao wanted to cook something for him to eat, his tone became better, "Then you can cook whatever you want."

After taking a shower, Shang Lu came out and frowned when he saw Shang Zhongbo sleeping on the sofa, "Didn't you say that as long as I agreed to set up a street stall with Qiao Qiao, you would move out?"

"That's right." Shang Zhongbo said, "I'll be moving in two days."

"Why is it two days?"

Shanglu wanted him to move out today.

But it was already midnight, and it would have to wait until tomorrow at the earliest.

Because he didn't want to sleep in the same room with Qiao Qiao anymore, which made him sleep bad at night.

He slept in the same room with a beautiful woman whom he admired a little.

And this woman is still his legal wife, so it's no wonder he can sleep soundly.

Shang Zhongbo said, "There is a single room in this building. It takes two days for the tenant to move out. It happens to be upstairs. I will live in when he moves out."

"Are you going to live in a single room?" Shanglu frowned, "Don't you have a house?"

Their family's real estate is too much to live in.

There are several large projects nearby, all of which were developed by their family.

If Shang Zhongbo wanted to live closer, he could easily pack up a big house and live in it.

Why let Shang Zhongbo live in a simple one-room rental house?

It's still a farmer's house without an elevator.

Shanglu didn't understand.

Shang Zhongbo whispered, "I'm here to take care of my daughter-in-law and cook for her conveniently."

At this moment, the bedroom door opened a crack.

Qiaoqiao came out, took Shanglu's hand and hurriedly pulled it in, "Shanglu, I cooked noodles for you, you go inside and eat, don't disturb Dad to sleep."

After she pulled Shang Lu in, she squeezed half of her body through the crack of the door, and smiled at Shang Zhongbo, "Dad, go to sleep, we won't disturb you anymore."

Shanglu sat in front of the short table in the room, picking up noodles.

That movement was as elegant as eating western food.

Qiao Qiao wondered, "Plant Lu, why are you so elegant every time I see you eating? Noodles are for talking, but you seem to be eating a work of art."

"Do you only know how to make egg noodles?" Shang Lu asked back.

"What happened to the egg noodles?"

"It doesn't taste very good."

"If I cook it for you, you still choose, bring it, don't eat it."

Qiao Qiao went to grab the chopsticks, and Shanglu held the bowl with the chopsticks, and gracefully turned half a circle, continuing to eat without being affected at all.

This is not the first time he has eaten her cooked noodles.

Although it is a bit simple, it seems to be able to taste a strong smell of human fireworks.

The smell of fireworks in the world is most soothing to the hearts of mortals.

I didn't realize it before.

Now, it seems to have realized something.

While eating the noodles, Shanglu took a look at Qiao Qiao.

She is really a woman with a strong smell of fireworks in the world.

Qiao Qiao raised her eyes inadvertently, saw that he was looking at her, blinked and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

Shang Lu continued to eat noodles, "The noodles don't seem to be that bad."

He even finished the soup.

After eating noodles and brushing his teeth, he was still lying on the floor.

Qiao Qiao was sleeping on the bed.

She chatted with him for a while about Song Wei's plight, and lamented how difficult it was for her best friend.

Shang Lu suddenly asked, "Qiao Qiao, have you kissed anyone before?"