Wu Zhong went to other places, Liu Feiyang just knew the news, he didn't inquire or ask carefully, but I heard that people said that they were looking for a relationship and seeking a closer step in their career, the villain in Liu Qingqing's mouth was naturally unwilling to stick to the small Longteng Bar, for them, they can guarantee their lives here, and it is far from enough to talk about making a fortune.

So he hasn't seen the big boss of this bar yet, he is more or less confident in his heart, Liu Qingqing is certainly Sister Qing, and she also has shares in the bar, but Wu Zhong doesn't nod this personnel appointment is a little worse after all.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when he went back, and he was crazy in the box, if he was tougher, I was afraid that Zhang Xiao'e's little girl would complete the transformation from a girl to a woman in the box.

But he skillfully refused, which is not awe-inspiring, because the existence of this ambiguous relationship is still needed.

He can possess it completely, not because he can't but because he doesn't want to, and he has only been in the county for less than two months, and he can't fully embrace progressive sexual concepts.

In other words, this calf is very possessive, and if he follows his woman, then he can only follow him, so if he can not touch those uncertain women, he will not touch them, and he will be guilty of making mistakes in the future. Like those animal characters who play with the quantity and quality of women and advertise them as the value of life, it is absolutely inapplicable to him.

Basically maintain an indifferent passerby attitude of disagreement and disapproval.

When he came back, An Ran was already asleep, the girl said that she was waiting for him on the kang, and she had already shown her intentions, according to modern people's thinking, she could push the door in, and live together without shame, but he didn't, habitually squatted under the window and smoked a dry cigarette, and after stepping on the cigarette butt, she subconsciously wanted to take it into the house, and she had already held it in her hand, hesitated and then threw it into the yard in front of which had exposed a little land.

In his heart, smoking boils down to two words: comfort.

As for what it feels like to be addicted to smoking, he hasn't tried it yet, but when he wants to smoke it, he takes it out of his pocket and puts it directly in his mouth, and when he lights the fire, it smokes, and throwing away the current cigarette butts is not the flutter brought by the high salary, but he knows that when a small thing that is regarded as inferior in the eyes of others becomes a habit, it will always be inadvertently exposed in front of people, and he is not sure that his self-control is strong enough to do all the details, so he will change it from now on.

Turned around and went back to the house, tried to light his steps, stretched out his hand to push open the door of the West House, didn't need to turn on the light, he knew that there was something unusual, his face was a little unnatural, he walked to the kang and turned on the light, the kang had been laid with bedding, and the feet were neatly tucked, which was definitely not from the hands of the second child, but a careful girl who lived in the East House.

He sat on the kang and felt a little lonely, he had been on the kang with his second child for more than two years, and he was used to having a popular person in the house, and now he was the only one left.

The little cub who married a daughter-in-law and forgot his mother should be on Tian Shufen's kang.

If you are drunk for six or seven minutes, you will not walk crookedly, nor will you be completely conscious.

Looking around the house, it was as if a tiger was patrolling its territory, but it was too lonely here.

In fact, regarding the problem between Tian Shufen and the second child, if he had known earlier, he would have separated the two by the most rapid means, even if he broke the second child's leg, he would not have jumped over that wall again.

He doesn't understand the so-called love regardless of age, race, beliefs, etc., and he doesn't want to explore it carefully, but he just knows that when the second child was thirty years old, Tian Shufen was almost fifty, and in another ten or eight years, she would be an old woman.

Then there is the problem of childbirth, the neighbors are saying that Tian Shufen can't have children, and Liu Feiyang, who is a parent, also likes to see the second child have a white and chubby boy, which is the rule of the ancestors.

It's just that the two have slept together.

This is a fact that cannot be changed, no matter how young the second child is, he is also a man with a handle, and no matter how old Tian Shufen is, he is also a woman, he knows that a man's shoulders are not only carrying a pickaxe, but also have to be responsible for women.

Things have become a foregone conclusion that cannot be changed, and now it has to be like this.

Take off your shoes and get into the quilt that has been laid out safely, turn off the lights, and look at the ceiling with your eyes open.

Supporting a family, this is an important problem facing the second child at the moment, he has the heart to get the second child into the bar, and he can always be more down-to-earth under his nose, but now the foundation is still shallow, and he has to wait.

An Ran got up early and used the pot to heat up a few steamed buns from kindergarten, and there were meat buns left, but she didn't ask for them, and gave them to the cooking aunt. Sitting on the pony by the stove, she added the hazel stalks that the second child had brought back from the mountain, the red firelight reflected in her clear eyes, she had not washed yet, and her hair was a little scattered.

I picked up two more hazelnut stalks and added them to it.

"Zira..."

She withdrew her hand like an electric shock, relieved herself and looked down at a black spot on her white fingers, stood up and washed it in the basin, faded black, and a long strip of red appeared, which had already scalded the blister, she was looking at the blister, and suddenly felt bad, quickly looked back to see that the fire had burned out, and quickly kicked it into the stove pit with her foot.

He sighed lightly, and then sat back down on the little maza.

In fact, she didn't sleep all night last night, tossing and turning, love is rarely expressed for her, who is not a young woman in literature and art. If she doesn't pursue romance and doesn't want to live a life of a superior person, her husband and children are just fine, and she doesn't know when she can sleep soundly when she hears footsteps every night.

It may be that he felt this way since his mother was gone, and he brought himself out of Hibiscus Villa and developed it more intensely.

She didn't say it to others but couldn't deceive herself, that day she was lying under the silk quilt, and when she saw that the person who came in was Liu Feiyang, the faint smile was from the bottom of her heart, and she was never happy in the past 21 years.

Yesterday, when he said that he was going to the mine, she sat on the kang and was anxious, firmly believing that the figure could come back, but she was also ready to leave this place where she was born and raised if she couldn't come back.

However, her worries at this moment were not all that had preceded her.

She is very afraid, very afraid that Liu Feiyang will become a character like "Yu Lian", the same humble background and despised, the same self-motivation and self-esteem that goes deep into the bone marrow, and the same studious and thoughtful.

The only difference: he didn't have a deep expression of resentment on his face.

Last night's "she'll help me" was no different than pushing open the door of Mrs. Rainer's room.

Yu Lian's ending was tragic, and she was worried that Liu Feiyang would also follow in the footsteps.

She couldn't help but ask herself, what would she do if the ending was the same?

After a long time, there seemed to be a touch of firmness in her beautiful eyes, she didn't look at the fire inside, but she was able to grab the hazel stalks next to her and send them to the fire accurately, and under her continuous efforts, the pot finally rose with a hot mist.

I didn't give myself an answer in my heart, but I resolutely stood up, took out a broom to sweep the floor, picked up the kettle and poured the hot water inside into the basin, poured cold water from the tank into the basin, stirred and tested the water temperature with my hands.

The movements are delicate and the expression is pleasant.

If this scene was watched by Qian Liang, who had a broken leg, he might kneel on the ground and shout: Is it okay to be my wife?

After all the preparations were done, she walked to the door of the Westinghouse and knocked on the door.

Whispered, "Feiyang, eat"