In the east of the city, thunder roared in the evening, and a middle-aged woman in her forties, who was still charming, walked in dejectedly, and put her handbag on the sofa.

Upstairs, the girl who was lying on the bed reading a text message heard the movement and walked downstairs, glancing at the middle-aged woman curled up in the corner. "What happened to those two people during the day, and why are they with you?"

"I don't know, they took the initiative to call me," the woman said with a tired face.

"What did you tell them?" she said, as she walked over and picked up the woman's handbag, turned and threw it on the ground, and said in a low voice;

"Didn't say anything, they just asked your age. The woman hurriedly picked up the handbag from the ground and blew it carefully back and forth, left and right.

"What do you say?" the girl leaned in;

"You have an ID card, they will know it when they see it. The middle-aged woman adjusted her sitting position on the sofa.

"Don't go out and talk nonsense in the future,"

"Well, don't worry, I'm not going to talk nonsense. The woman made a gesture of putting her mouth on it, leaning on the sofa and tossing aside her leather shoes.

"That's good,"

"By the way, daughter, how are you doing? When did they say they were married to you?" the woman asked with interest, sitting up suddenly;

"It's none of your business," the girl turned and went upstairs to get half a slice of watermelon and walked down.

"I know, I'm just asking. The middle-aged woman's expression was a little cramped.

"Tomorrow is Tanabata, if there is nothing to do, don't call me casually,"

"You, you want to spend Tanabata with him?" the woman seemed to be more interested in this question.

"Otherwise, you want me to be like you, fooling around all day?" she glared at the middle-aged woman, shook off the bag in her hand, and turned to walk to the sink. In this old building, the bathroom is nothing more than a sloppy pool of bricks, above which is a rusty faucet, and below the sink, there are two plastic basins, one pink for her and the other dark red for theirs.

She bent down, reached out and pulled out the basin and put it in the pool to catch the water.

"Dowry ......," the middle-aged woman asked in a whisper.

"Don't expect me to ......"

"I mean, I don't have much money to buy you a dowry......

"As long as you don't show up, it's even if it's a dowry," she said, dipping her hands in the basin of water, and instantly a cool sensation crept up her arm.

The middle-aged woman coughed dryly, but she still couldn't help but ask, "He, didn't he tell you anything?"

"Which one are you referring to?" she didn't breathe;

"You know, I'm talking about yours, it's him, Ngawang, does he know about your marriage?"

“…… What do you say?"

"I know, you think you have such uncompetitive parents, you are not happy, but we are still your parents after all, you, even if you think we are embarrassed again,......"

"Don't say this kind of thing again, why bother now?" she dipped her whole face in the basin of water, and no longer bothered the middle-aged woman.

"Aunt Lian, keep an eye on it," the girl admonished, and went upstairs again.

Qingcheng didn't expect Duozi to take the initiative to call, so many days have passed, and she can't come with a message, I think I should have gone abroad, don't think about it, this time is the time for her to miss the nightclub.

The night wandering thoughts shuttled through Qingcheng's mind, and those nights, he often spent in insomnia.

At dawn, he turned his head to pick up his phone, and a balance notification from the service desk of the mobile business hall came to the screen.

I don't know when the people around me began to transition from showing off wealth, beauty, talent, education, boyfriend and girlfriend, husband, wife and children, to the current daughter-in-law. Qingcheng is in contact with his mother Keiko's gaze every day, and there is always an invisible pressure in his heart.

Qingcheng didn't know what true love was, although he didn't want to admit it. When he met Tako, the first thing he saw was the wealth behind Tako, to be honest, she really didn't look good, with a bulging nose, a shaved chin, eyes that opened the corners of her eyes, a fat-filled forehead, and a straight zombie chest.

She is always a famous brand, in and out of high-end consumption places, she always calls friends, she always shows off her wealth to the point that it is incomparable, and she is always so eye-catching. Although she didn't want to meet Qingcheng's friends, she didn't like their poverty, and Qingcheng never complained about it.

The daughter-in-law of iron, the brother of flowing water.

Keiichi once shouted to see a photo of Qingcheng's girlfriend, but Qingcheng rummaged through his phone and couldn't find one, and then he realized that he might have accidentally deleted Tako's photo at some point.

Qingcheng has a lot of unconfidence in having many sons, she is so rich, will she really stay by her side all the time? But if she meets someone who is more beautiful and richer than her, can she not change her mind? Love, what is love?

Roommate in the same dormitory in college, Guangliang broke up with his girlfriend who had been in love for three years with tears in his eyes at the graduation ceremony, he cried and drank like mud, he cried bitterly, his mouth was full of love, and Qingcheng felt really bored when he saw it. Now it hurts my heart, but can love really cross the distance and resist the temptation?

Now love is dead and alive, but who knows, in the face of temptation, who is accurate, who will not change his mind? When you miss you from afar is the rich and handsome man who drives an Audi A4 and wears Armani, and standing in front of you is a Lamborghini and an Anima, can you guarantee that you will not be moved and not change your heart? Love is fucking bullshit! There is no undegraded love.

After Duozi is gone, will she be a big boss or an alien? Love must have a sufficient economic foundation.

People who are not in love are eager for love, and when they experience a heart-rending love, sometimes they miss the time of being single, love is not just sweetness can erase those sorrows, nor is it after falling out of love, you can forget all the encounters of love, the most common thing is that there is love in the heart, but no longer longing for real love.

Jealousy is the best weapon to urge people, and jealousy and panic for fear of losing are the best catalysts, just like Qingcheng now, a short WeChat message makes his heart less calm.

She's not pretty, but she's rich. If the money that belongs to her now belongs to me after marriage, it is really worthless in marriage.

In this big family where money can speak, many times, even if a rich so-and-so makes a noise because he is too full, he is described by everyone as a music with beautiful timbre. Qingcheng purred a pair of small eyes, and he had already seen the bottom of this big family clearly.

Knowing Duozi made Jiang Qingcheng feel a sense of accomplishment, Yuri used to be cold to him, but since everyone in the family knew that Yuri's girlfriend was just from an ordinary family, after that, everyone's weather vane on him changed.