In fact, Zhou Ling really didn't want to be in such a hurry about getting married. Now that her new job is steadily on the rise, she doesn't want to bother to get married at this time.

"Sister Zhou, you are still wise, a man will not treat you as a treasure as soon as he gets married! It's just like a nanny, what kind of love, in the end, it's not firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea?"

Qian Zhenzhen took a sip of warm water, although it was not coffee, but it was rare to feel the comfort before marriage.

This time, waves of things suddenly appeared, and she was almost out of breath.

Today, I finally relaxed for a while.

Qian Zhenzhen was educated by her in-laws to understand a truth, that is, once a woman gets married, she will definitely depreciate.

From being held in the palm of her hand to a housekeeper, serving this and that, all you need is a wedding and a marriage certificate!

She only regretted why she got married so early in the first place?

If she hadn't gotten married, she would still be working in the company glamorously, enjoying the convenience and romance brought by her boyfriend, and she didn't have to worry about the two old people at home, and she didn't know how comfortable her life was!

It's just that she didn't understand one thing, why is marriage so bad, and those people still urge others to get married?

Those who say they are happily married, she doesn't believe it.

No matter how much people love each other, once they get married, they will all be all over the place! The family is short, and that is something that no one has to experience.

Zhou Ling lowered her head and took a shallow sip of coffee, the mellow taste filled her mouth with a slight bitterness, she whispered, looked at Qian Zhenzhen who kept complaining but smiled!

Marriage, she hasn't experienced it, but what in the world doesn't need to be managed?

She has always put her position very right, marriage is like a career, if she doesn't work hard, where will she have a good future?

Zhou Ling has long passed the age of fantasizing about vigorous love, and now she understands better that the kind of love that can ignore reality is only suitable for living in idol dramas.

In real life, it simply can't happen.

Not two people can take on the responsibilities of a family, and no one is willing to be endlessly tolerant and understanding. It's all based on mutual trust and communication between two people.

And Qian Zhenzhen is different, she was with Rong Xiao'an, and she had a fantasy of beautiful and romantic love at the beginning.

With so many responsibilities at once, it's like rudely pulling off her princess dress overnight and replacing her with the gray dress that Cinderella wears.

Who can accept it?

But this is someone else's family, and Zhou Ling doesn't have that position even if he says it deeply.

She never takes the initiative to meddle with other people's affairs, especially couples who both men and women know.

Now Qian Zhenzhen is complaining about Rong Xiao'an, if she agrees, when the two reconcile in the future, I am afraid she will have to complain about her again.

Seeing that Zhou Ling always smiled indifferently and didn't speak again, Qian Zhenzhen gradually lost interest in talking to herself.

The full of complaints has actually vomited most of the time, she deliberately put the phone on the desktop and pressed it to look at the time, and then said with an afterthought expression: "Oh, it's all this now, I still have to go back to cooking." Sister Zhou, I won't continue to talk to you, I have to leave first. ”

"Well, okay, then you should be careful on the road. ”

Zhou Ling showed a kind smile and instructed with a smile.

"Eh, I see. ”

Qian Zhenzhen got up and cleaned up the miscellaneous things next to her, and then hurriedly walked out.

When Qian Zhenzhen's figure completely disappeared outside the café, Zhou Ling's smile suddenly collapsed.

She rubbed the corners of her smiling mouth, took one last sip of coffee, and went home with her things.

Back at home, Rong Zheng was painting in the study, and Zhou Yiran was wearing fierce game sounds in this room.

The voice was so loud that Zhou Ling could hear it in the corridor.

She put the dishes in the kitchen, and first walked to the study to take a look at Rong Zheng.

Seeing that his face was depressed and distressed, although he was carrying a paintbrush, the paper was blank.

It was expected that he was resolutely arguing and lost the inspiration to paint, but he was reluctant to say it because of her face.

Zhou Ling quietly retreated, helped Rong Zheng close the door of the study, and then went to Zhou Yiran's room.

At that time, Zhou Yiran was wearing headphones, the keyboard hit "pop" directly, his eyes were red, he stared at the screen excitedly, and kept saying: "Come on, what are you doing, watch the play, hurry up!"

The rest are some game languages that Zhou Ling doesn't understand at all.

Zhou Ling knocked twice on the door, but Zhou Yiran was immersed in the game, where could he hear it?

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhou Ling walked to the computer desk and took off Zhou Yiran's headphones.

The fierce sound of the fight suddenly disappeared, and he was nervous, Zhou Yi looked at Zhou Ling in astonishment, and said dissatisfiedly: "Sister, what are you doing, I'm playing a game!"

As he said that he was about to put headphones on his ears again, Zhou Ling hurriedly stopped him.

"Your brother-in-law is painting in the mural, you keep quiet. It's better not to speak. ”

"Oh, that's it, okay, I know, I'll try my best!" Zhou said hurriedly, and then quickly put the headphones back on.

Zhou Ling didn't know if what he said was true or not, and when he saw his perfunctory tone, he was even more suspicious, and withdrew from the room in disbelief.

After listening to it at the door for a while, I really saw that Zhou Yiran stopped talking, and the sound of playing the keyboard was obviously restrained, so he returned to the kitchen to cook with confidence.

Rong Zheng, who was a little irritable and was bothered by noise in the study, suddenly heard the voice next door and was curious.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound, and Rong Zheng found inspiration to paint again with peace of mind.

He wasn't angry, just a little worried.

originally thought that Zhou Yiran should be no different from Wen Zhuo when he lived together, but obviously not.

On the second day after he arrived, there was a difference in their habits, and this difference had already disturbed his work.

If there are other problems in life in the future, will it be self-defeating and cause friction between the two of them?

Rong Zheng obviously thought too idealistic about letting his fiancée's younger brother come to live.

After all, he had only lived with Wen Zhuo, and Wen Zhuo's usual life was very regular, and many of their living habits were based on mutual respect.

For example, they are used to being light and don't like to make noise in the room.

For example, they all prefer to be clean, and their clothes and socks must be cleaned every day.

And Zhou Yiran, obviously, is not used to what he thinks.