Zhang Shengcheng stood at the door, looking at the woman singing and dancing in the courtyard, his face was not very good-looking.

Rose rose is the most delicate,

Roses roses are the most showy.

The long summer blooms on the branches,

Rose Rose I love you.

Rose Rose affection,

Roses, roses, affection.

……

……

A fiery red dress embellished with small silver flakes wrapped around Lu Wanmei's mature, curvaceous body, her eyes intoxicated, her arms waving, singing, dancing, and spinning in the courtyard.

The black and thick hair permed out elegant curls, and when she writhed and whirled, she floated out a free and bewitching arc.

……

The vows of the heart, the new affection,

The light of holiness shines on the earth.

The vows of the heart, the new affection,

The light of holiness shines on the earth.

Roses and roses have thin branches,

Rose Rose ......

The singing and dancing stopped abruptly.

Lu Wanmei couldn't help shaking for a moment before standing firmly, shook his dazed head, blinked again, and after making sure that the figure in front of the door was not an illusion, he smiled, staggered over and threw himself into the man's arms.

"Cheng, are you back?" Lu Wan's eyebrows and cheeks were crimson, his eyes were drunk, and he raised his head and asked delicately.

As soon as Lu Wanmei approached, the strong smell of wine entered Zhang Shengcheng's nose, his head subconsciously twisted to the side, his eyebrows immediately gathered into a pimple, and his ugly face was ugly.

He asked unhappily, "How much more did you drink?" and you could smoke a cow to death. ”

Lu Wanmei giggled with drunkenness, her slender fingers played with a button on his chest, looked at him and said coquettishly: "How can it be so exaggerated as you say? I really didn't drink much today." ”

Didn't drink much?

Zhang Shengcheng snorted coldly in his heart, and said less, there are ten cups.

However, he also knew very well that ten glasses of wine were really nothing in Lu Wanmei's eyes.

There are a lot of dances and a brisk rhythm.

If you drink too much, you can practice a lot.

These two, since she was a teenager, Lu Wanmei has been the leader among the women in Beijing.

Those who are familiar with her know that her alcohol consumption can be said to be a thousand glasses without getting drunk.

Therefore, today's dozen cups, if others pour it, they may have been drunk a long time ago. And she is just slightly drunk, and she is far from being drunk.

Zhang Shengcheng was very tired, and he didn't want to argue with her, but the words of reproach still blurted out: "It's so late, a woman doesn't go home, and she is still drunk outside, so she hasn't thought about the consequences?"

"The consequences?" Lu Wan's eyebrows were full of drunken smiles, but he said disdainfully: "What can be the consequences? I do this every day, have you ever had an accident?" ”

Lu Wanmei gently pushed Zhang Shengcheng, and then turned around and entered the living room.

"Bang!

Two red high heels, one kicked onto the small sofa, the other dropped into the fruit bowl on the coffee table.

Lu Wanmei turned a blind eye, staggered over, and crooked into the couch.

Zhang Shengcheng closed his eyes, took a heavy breath, and turned around and followed.

He picked up the two "far-sighted" high heels, put them on the ground, looked at the woman who was motionless in the sofa, and sighed again.

Then he turned around and sat down on the small sofa, resting his elbows on his knees, holding his face in both hands, rubbing vigorously, as if this could wipe away the weakness and exhaustion in his body.

Suddenly, Lu Wanmei seemed to think of something, her eyes suddenly opened, she got up from the sofa in an instant, leaned over, looked at Zhang Shengcheng with expectant eyes, and asked eagerly: "How is it today? How much did the old man give?"

The pimple between Zhang Shengcheng's eyebrows was higher, he looked at his wife, and emphasized in a muffled voice: "I went home to see my son." ”

Lu Wanmei said: "Yes, I went to see my son." While watching his son, he asked for pocket money with the old man, these two don't conflict?"

It's true to see my son, but the main thing is to help my father deal with some business matters.

He was not interested in the family business at all, and his father knew about it, so he never forced him.

Four years ago, the Zhang family had a crisis of "life on the line". Even so, his father did not ask him to come back to help.

It's just that seeing his parents age dozens of years old overnight, his heart is heavy.

In the past two years, my father's health has deteriorated, and it is inevitable that he will be a little unable to do business.

Although he doesn't know much about business, he will also find time to help deal with his father's discomfort or emergency situation this year.

When she got married, she didn't give enough money, and she didn't give a penny after getting married, because of these two things, Lu Wanmei always hated her father.

Therefore, knowing that there was a problem at home, he was not allowed to go home to help. In order to avoid her noise, every time he went back in the name of watching his son.

In the past, it was a veritable thing to see a son, but now it has become a cover.

Lu Wanmei proposed more than once that he should go to his father to ask for money. Especially in the past six months, I have been chattering almost every day.

Although the family's business was handed down from their ancestors, it has achieved its current glory, and it was all done by his father.

When it was time for the family to contribute, he didn't contribute at all. Even his own son has been raised by his father since he was born. Now if he wants to stretch out his hand and ask for money directly, how can he have that face.

Therefore, every time he can be perfunctory, he can prevaricate.

Seeing that Zhang Shengcheng was silent, Lu Wanmei pushed it and asked again: "Alas, do you want it?"

Zhang Shengcheng said in a calm voice: "I didn't mention the money. ”

"You didn't mention it?" Lu Wanmei was stunned, and looked at Zhang Shengcheng hesitantly for a few seconds.

Then, Lu Wanmei stood up suddenly, his expression was gloomy, and his voice rose in an instant: "If you don't mention it, why don't you mention it? Don't you know that we have reached the point where we are exhausted and have no rice to cook? No money, what are we going to eat? Do we stand on the house and drink the northwest wind, or do we starve to death?"

Zhang Shengcheng leaned on the sofa expressionlessly, didn't answer the question, looked at his wife with blank eyes, but couldn't help sneering in his heart: It's not simple, I also know that there is no rice in the pot at home. It's just that when you have rice at home, have you ever washed the rice once and cooked a meal?

When they first arrived in Beijing, they also hired a maid to cook and tidy up the house.

A year later, the little private money he saved was almost spent, but Lu Wanmei's living standard did not change at all.

Lu Wanmei's schedule is very regular, getting up at nearly eleven o'clock in the morning. After lunch, I watched the theater with the ladies, played cards, and went to the department store.

It's not just about shopping without spending money. Every time I don't spend three heads and five hundred, I am embarrassed to go out of the door of the department store.

For dinner, nine times out of ten, she is not at home, high-end Chinese restaurants, luxury Western restaurants, and the shadows of her and several noble ladies can be seen everywhere.

At the end of dinner, they will invite a few confidants, and then call a few young masters, sons and brothers, and they will rush into the dance hall in a swarm, and they will never end until one or two o'clock in the morning.

Life is always like this, and the economy will definitely be beyond its means. Later, even hiring a maid felt that it was difficult and had no choice but to dismiss.

Zhang Shengcheng was once subtle and said with a smile: "Mei, I haven't eaten spicy chicken for a long time." ”

Lu Wanmei said directly: "If you want to eat, go to the restaurant." Such an ordinary dish, that pipe will have it. ”

He added: "I'm tired of eating in the restaurant, and I can't taste it anymore." You love me so much, haven't you ever thought of making spicy chicken for me once?"

Lu Wanmei was stunned, and after a moment, she understood.

Her white and flawless arms wrapped around his neck, and her moist lips touched his lips lightly, looking at him with those pretty and demonic eyes, and said softly:

"Yes, there is no doubt that I love you with this heart. It is precisely because I love you so much that I resolutely marry you. However, I married you to be the young grandmother of the Zhang family, not the old mother of the Zhang family. You don't want to think about it, I am the eldest lady of the Lu family in Beijing, after marrying you Zhang Shengcheng, I am doing my mother's work in the kitchen every day, this has to be passed on, don't say that I have no face, and you have no light on your face, right?"

After a pause, Lu Wanmei looked at his onion white jade fingers, and said, "Cheng, you also know that my hands have always been used to hold pens and play the piano. Now you want it to take a spatula and cook and wash dishes, don't you think you are an insult to it? I, Lu Wanmei, am the daughter of the Lu family, and my status has always been noble. Let me take off my fancy clothes and wash my hands and make soup for others, let alone this life, the next life, the next life is impossible. ”

Originally, I didn't expect her to agree, but being rejected by her so arrogantly, Zhang Shengcheng was still extremely uncomfortable.

Miss Qianjin, your status is noble.

Therefore, it is impossible to be a noble lady who can only be a noble lady who does not touch the spring water with ten fingers, and it is impossible to become a virtuous wife who washes her hands and makes soup for her husband, even if it is only once.

Alas, there was once a noble young lady, for his meal, for his preferences, not only painstaking, but also full of injuries.

It's just that the man let him throw it away.

The maid was dismissed, Lu Wanmei refused to do it again, there was really no trick, he, a petite young master who had been pampered since childhood, rolled up his sleeves, put on an apron, and became a "cook".

It's a pity that he has neither the talent for cooking nor the time to study how to cook. Therefore, every time he brought his results to the table, not to mention Lu Wanmei, even he felt sick to his stomach when he saw it.

Since the first day he cooked, Lu Wanmei has never eaten a meal at home.

Within a few days, he also gave up, and the family has never fired again.

Therefore, when did the rice jar at home become an ornament, half a year ago, a year ago, or two years ago? This seems to have become an unsolved mystery.

Therefore, when Lu Wanmei just said that there was no rice at home, Zhang Shengcheng not only felt funny, but also very surprised.

Amaze!

Isn't it surprising that a person who never goes into the kitchen and never cooks knows that the rice jar at home is empty?

Zhang Shengcheng pulled his lips and pulled out an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Lu Wanmei noticed it, and asked with a gloomy face, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhang Shengcheng shook his head and didn't speak.

Lu Wanmei learned from what he looked like just now, showing a smirk, and then snorted coldly, and said arrogantly: "I don't care, you continue to ask for it tomorrow, or don't come to blame me for not finishing with you." The son spends Lao Tzu's money, that's a matter of course, why doesn't he give it?"

Zhang Sheng said coldly: "According to what you mean, is it only natural for Qing'er to spend my money?

Lu Wanmei was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Zhang Shengcheng to say this.