Chapter 272: You're Going to Exile Our Son?
"The girl is the father's lover, and the boy is the father's rival. He thought about it very seriously: "I have already thought about it, if we have a son in the future, let him go abroad as soon as possible." β
"What?" Yi Zhen bluffed, "I heard you right, you want to exile our son?"
Ember was serious: "Yes, I still have to tell him that he won't come back if he has nothing to do in the future." β
The corners of Yizhen's mouth twitched when he heard this: "I'm curious about how you grew up to now, is it a deformed family education? What, were you swept away by your father because you were seriously disliked since you were a child? No wonder your father was so strict with you two brothers, it turned out that he couldn't see you!"
Night Ember was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and raised his hand to hit Yizhen on the head: "Fuck off, you, my dad and I are at odds because of personality." β
"It hurts!" Yizhen glanced at the night embers, "I'm going to leave you with our future children." β
He raised an eyebrow: "You try." I don't see that your legs are discounted. He really didn't say anything, lowered his head and continued to eat skewers.
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Xiang Zhou went home on time, and the air in the car with the smell of perfume had disappeared.
"I'm back. Ren Yuyu looked at it with a smile, and was very happy in her heart, as if she had received a response from her husband. This physical punctuality can also be regarded as a consolation.
Zhang Yun stepped forward, took Xiang Zhou's coat, and faintly smelled the smell of perfume, very light jasmine. Looking at Ren Yuyu sideways, Zhang Yun didn't say anything, and silently put her clothes into the laundry room.
At that end, Ren Yuyu's voice was not broken, talking with Xiang Zhou with flowers and branches, and urging Zhang Yun to serve the food. Zhang Yun responded with a stack of voices and entered the kitchen.
Xiang Zhou has been in good spirits recently, and he has also taken care of their mother and daughter. The family sat around the table, and the atmosphere was harmonious and a little humble.
Zhang Yuncai served the sweet and sour fish, and Ren Yuyu let her cook tea heartily. The tea was cooked, and Ren Yiyu thought that Zhang Yun was slow, so why didn't she bring the bone broth she made to the table.
Zhang Yun was busy in the kitchen, and as soon as he put his hands together, the big bowl of the plate thumped and the small bang sounded, and he jumped to his feet angrily: "Lei Gong beats sesame seeds, and turns to pick up the small ones!"
Qian Ma laughed when she heard it outside, walked in leisurely, and hugged her arms: "Overnight, like beans, say that you are busy, and you are angry at the pot and pan." β
Zhang Yun's eyes flickered, and she panted over her shoulders. These days, Qian's mother always laughs and doesn't scoff at her jokes, but it's really bad retribution.
Mouthful, Zhang Yun also knew that Ren Yuyu had been trying her best to play the image of a good wife and mother recently. Fighting against Qian's mother, you must be the one who suffers.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yun's arrogance lowered his head and sneered: "You don't need to gloat here, your good days are ahead!"
"Zhang Yun! Zhang Yunβ" Ren Yuyu started again.
Mother Qian didn't sneer at Zhang Yun with a smile, and didn't speak, she took the soup cup for her first: "You haven't been in the kitchen, you better pull aside, your hands were burned yesterday, don't drop the soup cup again today." That woman can't afford to raise you money-losers. β
Zhang Yun was stunned when she heard this, but she didn't expect Qian's mother to notice this. just couldn't brush up on the skin and sneered: "The cat cries rats, fake compassion." β
Qian Ma sneered: "You're right, you little frozen mouse who has not become a sperm really can't fight my old cat." With that, he turned around and took the soup out.
Ren Yuyu hurriedly scooped a bowl of bone broth for Xiang Zhou, and Xiang Zhou thanked him with a smile. Xiang Yirou handed the bowl to Ren Yuyu, but Ren Yuyu blocked it, scooped a bowl for Bai Ge'er first, and picked a piece of corn into the bowl with chopsticks. Xiang Yirou accosted him to the side, feeling very unhappy.
Xiang Zhou handed the soup to Xiang Yirou, patted her shoulder, and looked at Bai Ge'er: "This kid has gained a lot of weight recently." β
Ren Yuyu grabbed the handle and pretended to be: "That's not it, I specially took this child to see the old Chinese medicine doctor, saying that this child was a problem brought out of the mother's womb, and he suffered a congenital loss." Do you drink this bowl of stewed chicken with stone ginseng root for nothing?"
Xiang Yirou was very tired of this. Xiang Zhou just listened intently and blankly, maintaining an unchanged expression on his face.
"This stone ginseng has to be picked in the cracks between the rocks in the deep mountains, taken home, washed and dried, sealed and stored. I don't see anything fresh outside, for fear of getting wet. I ran back and forth several times, and I had to stew it with fresh meat to get the flavor, what ribs, keel, chicken ......"
Xiang Zhou just drank the soup quietly.
Ren Yiyu accosted Bai Ge'er with chopsticks and ribs, and asked Zhang Yun if the bath water was hot.
After taking a shower, Xiang Zhou went back to the study to read the documents for a while. I didn't hear the door ring, I saw a shadow floating on the table, and when I turned around, Ren Yuyu was standing behind him. Somehow, there was a feeling of being violated.
"Husband, aren't you still sleeping?"
"Sleep right away, you go and rest first. β
Ren Yiyu smiled tiredly: "Old husband and wife, why are you strange, we haven't talked for a long time." β
Xiang Zhou's mind was very blank. He really didn't know what to tell her. It just ended this awkward conversation perfunctorily.
Zhang Yun snorted angrily and returned to the room, before lying down, the door slammed again.
"Who. Zhang Yun opened the door angrily, only to see Qian Ma leaning against the door and throwing a pack of plasters in.
"Who wants your stuff. Zhang Yun snorted from her nose. Qian's mother also sneered: "Don't get sick, if you are sick, there will be no one at home." β
Before, these two people didn't even bother to talk to each other, but Zhang Yun felt that now they had to spit out full of grievances. Lei angrily quarreled with Qian's mother, but Qian's mother was not really angry, and patted her shoulder: "Don't think that this is the end, let's continue tomorrow." β
"Keep going, keep going, and I'm afraid of you. Zhang Yun crossed her waist, cursed a few words, threw the plaster into the trash, and slammed the door.
Not long after Xiang Zhou lay down, the door was pushed open again. Ren Yanyu came in with the daily spare medicine, and smiled: "I am not at home all the year round, I have always prepared the medicine, didn't you always measure your blood pressure before going to bed before? Why don't you measure it now?"
Words like "before" and "we" are already expendable when they are heard in the ears now, and they hurt like pins and needles. Xiang Zhou smiled: "I see that you are busy today, and I am also tired." β
Ren Yuyu stared at him silently, and even the air between them was silent.
The wall lamp chirped brightly, and the quilt was closed. Ren Yiyu looked at the ceiling for a long time, and stretched his hand to the side tentatively, empty.
He turned his back to her, his body like a glimpse of the city walls. Gray clouds swept in from behind the wall. Marriage is a besieged city, and the high-rise buildings outside the city are flat, and in this city, between heaven and earth, she is the only one left.
She glanced over to him. The sky behind him dawned.