Chapter Ninety-One: Please Enter the Urn

Song Wei's determination to divorce has been decided, and ten cows can't be pulled back.

Afterwards, Shang Lu and Qiao Qiao discussed this issue together.

The two of them were chatting while preparing dinner.

In the past, Shang Lu had never cooked at home, and he was not good at cooking, but he accompanied Qiao Qiao to help pick green onions.

He asked as he picked it, "Qiao Qiao, is Song Wei's divorce decided?" ”

"Then what else." Qiao Qiao replied, "Do you want to keep Chen Yajun's dog man for the New Year?" If Vivi continues to live with him, people will go crazy. This dog man will only make Weiwei's mental internal friction more and more serious. ”

Shang Lu threw the picked green onion into the trash can, and said:

"It's right to stop losses in time. But Song Wei's situation can't get back the house she deserves. A house can cost more than a few million. ”

Qiao Qiao said, "Where, Weiwei's house is going to sell for eight or nine million now." ”

But isn't there no way?

The house was bought before the marriage.

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Song Wei also thought of a way to record Chen Yajun.

Chen Yajun did not admit that the down payment for the house was made by Song Wei.

Song Wei also has no evidence.

Qiao Qiao said while chopping vegetables:

"If you continue to spend time with Chen Yajun for a house, Weiwei's life will be ruined."

But Weiwei didn't get cheap Chen Yajun, she rented the house to a pig killer in the vegetable market. Hearing that Chen Yajun was going to collect the house, and the pig maker who killed him was driven out with a knife, he was so scared that he didn't dare to collect it anymore. ”

"Even if Chen Yajun wants to sell the house, he has to kill the pig master and move out. Where the pig killer lived, which buyer would dare to look at the house? ”

Weiwei's hand is very beautiful.

It just can't be cheap, Chen Yajun.

Even if you can't get a house, it won't make Chen Yajun feel better.

Shang Lu, who continued to pick green onions, was thoughtful.

Actually, he can help Qiao Qiao's best friend clean up this Chen Yajun.

With a little plan, Chen Yajun can lose his family and property, and he won't even have pants left.

But isn't it inconvenient for him to act with his true identity?

can't be so direct and let Qiao Qiao know his identity.

Qiao Qiao finished cutting the vegetables, and saw that half of the green onions picked by Shang Lu were wasted.

She hurriedly stopped, "Shang Lu, you threw away all the good green onions, what a waste." ”

She picked it up and washed it, "A handful of green onions costs two dollars." ”

Shang Lu smiled helplessly.

The wife he married is used to being careful and calculating.

What does it matter if you have a green onion for a dollar or two?

He thought to himself: Silly girl, I'm afraid I don't know how rich your husband is, right?

However, Shang Lu is also used to her careful calculations.

And when he moved to her rental house, his life and rest were very regular.

Generally, there is nothing important in the group, and he will pretend to get off work on time every day and wait for her to ride an electric car to pick him up and go home at the subway entrance.

Then prepare dinner together, eat together, wash dishes and clean up together.

That kind of social days made him feel very bored.

Of course, if there is something important about the group, he will still focus on the group.

He watched her pick the green onions three or two times, cut them into sections, cut some green onions and ginger, and turned on the fire to prepare for stir-frying.

Today she is going to stir-fry a beef with sharp peppers, then make a potato stewed beef, then a green vegetable, a soup, and the dinner for the two of them will be done.

Shang Lu wanted to help with the frying, "Or, I'll cook today?" ”

"Okay." Qiao Qiao handed him the shovel.

As he took the shovel, he accidentally touched her hand gently.

The delicate feeling of the skin made Shang Lu's heart be plucked.

He felt as if he had instantly become a teenager younger, back to adolescence.

A thirty-two-year-old man suddenly feels like a young man.

Isn't it a bit naΓ―ve?

Qiao Qiao thought that since he was stir-frying, then she would go and mop the ground.

Mopping the floor halfway through and the air conditioner broke.

When it was time to eat, the two could only eat while blowing the fan.

The heat died.

Qiao Qiao was sweating hot.

August in Pengcheng was so hot that even the wind was dry.

After a while, Qiao Qiao's clothes got wet.

She was obviously sweating, but in Shang Lu's opinion, she was even more beautiful.

Drops of clear sweat ran down her rosy cheeks and fair neck, all the way down to her pretty collarbone, and down, there was a looming groove.

Damn!

It's already hot.

Shang Lu is even hotter now.

It's unbearably hot, it's so hot that it's panicked.

Men, it's not okay to hold your physiological needs for too long.

In the past, he was busy with his career, and his concentration was still okay.

But I feel that since I lived with Qiao Qiao, this concentration has been getting worse day by day.

Take a deep breath and exhale deeply.

After repeating it several times, Shang Lu felt a little better.

He picked up his stuffy potato roast beef, tasted it, and frowned.

Seeing Qiao Qiao eating with relish, I couldn't help but wonder, "Don't you think it's unpalatable?" ”

It was the first time he had gone down to the kitchen to cook.

He is completely inexperienced, and the stewed beef with potatoes he makes has to be fragrant or not, and he wants salt but not salt.

Qiao Qiao ate it, "No, it's just a little lighter, it's pretty good." ”

It's good to feed!

Qiao Qiao picked up a piece of beef, "Shang Lu, I feel that the beef that Dad brought us two days ago is different from the meat quality of ordinary beef, and it is very fragrant." ”

Eating it so many times and finally eating it?

Can that be the same as regular beef?

It was an imported Sudanese cow that the old man bought for tens of millions.

"You like me to ask Dad to cut you a few more pounds."

"No, I've been eating beef every day lately."

How did she know that the beef she ate could be worth a house for her.

After eating, when he was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Qiao Qiao received a phone call.

It was the developer who informed her that she would take over the house next week.

After answering the phone, she was pleasantly surprised.

As soon as she was happy, she couldn't help but jump up and put her arms around Shang Lu's neck.

"Shang Lu, you are simply my little prince of koi, the developer not only notified me to collect the house, but also told me that I was drawn the grand prize, gave me decoration for free, and gave me furniture."

"The house is hardcover for me, and the furniture has been moved in, so let me move in with my bags."

How could such a good thing happen to her?

At first she didn't believe it.

The other party repeatedly explained that there was a decent appearance, and she slowly believed that such a good thing had indeed hit her head.

Shang Lu thought to himself: The house is finished, and finally there is no need to squeeze in this simple rental house with her.

Qiao Qiao hugged Shang Lu and was so happy that she wanted to jump up.

Rubbed it on him a few times.

Shang Lu frowned, looked at her, and said solemnly, "Qiao Qiao, it's easy for you to hold me like this. ”