He said he loved her very much.

When she goes to a party or something like that, the ladies are quite envious of her, who doesn't envy having such a perfect husband?

She also felt that she should be the one to be envied, at the beginning.

But gradually, knowing that the gifts and surprises given to her were all arranged by the assistant for him, she felt indescribably tired.

yes, he's perfect.

He doesn't like to smoke, doesn't drink heavily, is humble and polite, and the Tang family's big family business is well organized by him. Basically, I haven't quarreled with her, some festivals and the like, I will give her gifts, I will prepare surprises for her, I won't mess around outside, and I will go home after the party. I will talk to myself about overtime, and even, the allowance and daily use for myself are quite considerable.

She was never short of money to spend, and he would regularly send money to her card twice a month, and if there was any bigger holiday, he would give her extra money.

In this regard, he has always been stingy.

They have been married for more than 20 years, and they respect each other like guests and do not disturb each other.

Respect each other like guests, respect each other like guests, like guests......

She quietly looked at the porridge in the pot and smiled bitterly.

Ever since she knew where the gift and surprise came from, every time she received this, she would stare at his face for a long time.

She really, really wanted to ask him: Have you ever had a heart for me? Have you seen any of these gifts? Did you prepare it for me once?

But when the words came to his mouth, they all turned into the most helpless sentence: Thank you, I like it very much.

How ironic.

It was like she was having a holiday with his assistant.

After that, it seemed that all happiness had changed its taste.

He spends money on himself, as if he is appeasing her, the money is enough, don't bother him with trouble.

He rejects temptation for himself, as if he is using her as a shield, he hates to deal with those women, and in the name of strict wifery, he can refuse many, many troublesome women.

Every time he reports home with himself, it seems that he has changed places to clock in after work, he doesn't like to talk much, and he spends more time at home as if he is immersed in his own world, and she just looks at him lightly.

Her husband, when he came home, seemed to be just one more person in the family, an inconsequential person......

Except for the necessary things to say, there is almost no communication.

The wry smile on the corner of Fang Suying's mouth widened.

She remembered Liang Jingyun's words again. Do you want your son to live like this again?

After a day of silence, she already had the answer in her heart.

The funny thing is that she still wants to take this matter as a reason to say a few more words to her husband.

Anyway, she can't do such a big thing herself.

Anyway, I have to discuss it with my husband.

It's good, they have a topic, don't they?

Her eyes lit up, and in the quiet of the room, she heard the sound of the key being inserted into the lock hole of the door.

The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

How much she had expected this voice before, and how sarcastic she had felt afterwards.

Tang Yi came back, he changed his slippers, placed the shoes on the shoe rack in an orderly manner, and walked into the living room with his bag, but there was no one on the sofa.

He looked at the kitchen again, and sure enough, she was there.

"I'm back." His voice was not loud or small, just enough for Fang Suying in the kitchen to hear.

She looked sideways at her husband, who was not far away in a neat handmade suit and carrying a bag, with a standard smile on her face.

"I'm back, I've made porridge for you, you go wash it, wash it just right to eat."