Marriage in crisis

When my mother heard my father criticize her like this, not only was she not angry, but she leaned over and said, "Are you telling the truth? Is it really more valuable than this ancient street?"

My dad seemed to be interested. He immediately became energetic and sat up straight. He reached for the tea cup, blew on it gently and took a sip, and then solemnly said, "That's right. You know that now." The chance of getting cancer is getting bigger and bigger, and cancer treatment is getting more and more attention. Whoever gets this project is not done once and for all! This is not a disconnection, this is a long-term project, and it is a popular long-term project!"

I found that there was an extra mobile phone on the antique flower stand in the living room. I didn't even notice when it was put there.

"Then which shareholders can't you influence? Their jobs are not easy to do. They are all old guys and they want stability." My mother said helplessly, "Didn't Mr. Rong say that these antiques are a group of people who cannot be carved?" Is it rotten? Besides, this is the impression they gave Mr. Jia Rong before, and it’s hard to change! What else can you do? It’s hard to persuade!”

"Of course I won't do such thankless work!" My dad put down the tea cup in his hand and moved closer to the sofa. "I don't care about thankless things."

"Then why are you still talking to Mr. Rong? It's something we can't change! No matter how good it is, it's still uncomfortable if you can't eat it!" My mother hit my father in frustration.

My dad waved his hand and said impatiently, "Oh, what do you know? It's hard work, but it doesn't mean you can't adapt. Why can't you just hit it hard, not bypass the problem, and take shortcuts! Opportunity... What is opportunity? Opportunity. It’s something we need to fight for, I don’t understand!”

My mother smiled instead of being angry, and scolded my father, "You're giving me lessons again! Okay, then you can sit here and work around, we won't disturb you, Sambo is already sleepy, look at it!"

After my mother said that, she turned her attention to me again, stopped at another point, braked in time, and stopped talking! This topic is so perfect here!

The key point is two words: flexibility!

Let me tell you, can my mother, who is by my father's side, have progressed to this point? What kind of magical teacher is this!

Sister-in-law Yang immediately ran over and took the three treasures I was talking about, "Let me coax him to sleep! You should also take a rest, you have been carrying him for a long time!"

I was not polite, handed the child to Mrs. Yang, and said casually, "I am indeed a little tired."

In fact, my health has improved a lot, and the time I feel tired is gradually lengthening. Only I can feel this. I haven't gone back for a review yet. I have to go for a review this time when I return to Qingcheng.

I also said softly and obediently to my dad who closed his eyes and meditated, "Dad, let's go back to the room first! You should also go to bed early!"

Dad said softly, like a grown-up man, without opening his eyes.

I laughed secretly in my heart, look at my dad, this scene is so well done.

Just as I was about to lift my legs and go back to the room, I suddenly remembered, "No, I have to go lie down at Zhou's house. Those two haven't come back yet!"

My dad then opened his eyes and looked at the time, "It's indeed a little late, go and call him back!"

Just as he was talking, Erbao pulled his sister in like an adult and walked in. From the analysis of his expression, it seems that Dabao was forcibly pulled back by Erbao, because Dabao's little face was gloomy.

But after entering the living room, Erbao ran over with a smile, "Mommy, we are back! My sister said it was too late, so she took me back!"

Dabao looked at Erbao suddenly, and Erbao winked at her without any trace, and then she relaxed her slumped face and said, "Grandpa! Mom!"

My dad immediately smiled and stretched out his hand to Dabao. Dabao was flattered and ran over to her grandpa. She threw herself on her grandpa and asked, "Grandpa, they said that this ancient street belongs to our family. Is that true?"

My dad put his hand on her and looked down at her anxiously waiting face.

"Do you hope it's true?" Her grandfather was not in a hurry to answer and asked a rhetorical question.

"Of course I hope!" Big BMW became more energetic, his eyes lit up, and he emphasized with suspicion, "Our own family?"