She stood up silently, Tang Yi frowned, as if she had encountered some problem.

"You are my Tang Yi's wife, isn't that the truth? Speaking of doll kissing, why did you digress to this? ”

Fang Suying smiled lightly: "I know these things, I have never been able to call the shots. Ke Zihao is my son, if he wants, why won't he come back all year round? Would you rather go to study in a foreign country? ”

"Aren't you and I the words of the matchmaker of our parents? Hasn't it been good for more than 20 years? ”

"Okay? Perhaps. It's been almost thirty years, and I don't know your mind, and I've never been able to guess it. Every time, I can only be cautious and tempted, until one day, such caution makes me feel that you are not my husband. We're just, strangers living under the same roof. ”

Tang Yi's brows tightened a little: "You are Zihao's mother, so you naturally have a say in this matter." Any ideas, you say. ”

The right to speak, perhaps, can speak, but in the end whether or not her opinion will be taken, then there is nothing to say.

Since let her say it, then say it, she doesn't want to be dumb anyway.

"I just have an idea, depending on what the children mean. Since the girl doesn't like Zihao, let's take a look at what Zihao means. After all, twisted melons are not sweet. ”

Tang Yi pursed his thin lips and did not answer in time.

Fang Suying looked at his attitude and roughly understood what he meant.

"Let me say I'll say it, listen to it or not. I know I can't figure out your mind. ”

Smiling slightly, he turned and walked upstairs.

Tang Yi's eyes were uncertain as he looked at her back as she walked upstairs, his lips suddenly loosened, and he suddenly said a sentence without a head or a tail.

"I don't like porridge very much, and I don't like sweet food very much."

Fang Suying stood on the stairs, her hand holding the guard pole trembling a little.

I don't like it very much......

For so many years, she always thought he liked it, and she always thought it was ......

It turned out that after so many years, she really didn't understand her husband at all.

Oh no, the titular husband.

A voice in her heart encroached on her reason with indignation—

Look at it, this is the man you cared about so much before, stupid or not? Does he care about you? I guess I don't even know what you like to eat.

The two of you really have a respectful life, which perfectly interprets the meaning of this sentence.

Respect each other, maybe more polite than guests, haha, Fang Suying, you have been living for nearly thirty years, and it is not as good as a joke.

The joke is at least funny, you are obviously sad, it is a tragedy!

You still think that he doesn't reject sweet, and can eat a little sweetened, now it seems that you should add salt. You have been making that porridge for so many years, and people only respect you for your hard work and give you face to drink.

No wonder he drank such a bowl, and you still gave him the excuse that he couldn't eat too much for supper?

Look, it's clear that people don't like it!

Fang Suying, you live like a tragedy, you have been ruined by such a marriage for the rest of your life, ruined!

Fang Suying didn't speak, she went upstairs tremblingly, her eyes were black for a while, and finally her feet were weak, and her body fell backwards.

That's it, she's tired.

In a whirlwind, she seemed to feel pain, and she seemed to have delusions.

It's an illusion, otherwise, how could she hear her husband call her Suying?

So-young, so-young, he never called her that. This seems to be the first time I've heard it.

Thinking like this, she fell into darkness completely......