The bedroom was cleaned up by the client, although the area is not large, and the things are not exquisite and complete, but they are all collected and listed by the client, neat and tidy.

Fu Wei looked around the room for a week, and finally stopped at the red calendar hanging next to the bed. She walked over and picked it up to take a look.

On April 25, 1984, there is a thin line of small print written by the client in a fountain pen next to it.

"How could the client choose this point in time?"

This time is the second wedding anniversary of her and Zheng Nanyang, and she and Jiang Meijuan have long since crossed paths, and they will reunite with her seven years later.

At this time, in addition to being able to deal with Zheng Nanyang, what other role does it have?

[Maybe the client collapsed at this time?] 1973 guessed.

"Possibly?" Fu Mo nodded thoughtfully, not only did the wedding anniversary not have the surprise that her husband had carefully prepared for herself, but it was a punch and kick, although the client was accustomed to Zheng Nanyang's domestic violence, but on this special day, it was always different.

Fu Wei put the calendar back, and the pain in her arm caused by the movement came again, and she lifted her sleeve and tilted her head to look.

Come on, on the client's arm, which is not thick, the skin on the outside is already bruised and purple, and there are a few broken skins, and a few wisps of bright red blood are flowing.

In this era, few families will have a medical box, Fu Wei didn't think about it, he directly took a paper towel, gently pressed it on the wound, and the paper towel that came into contact with blood immediately absorbed the red color, and the original beige paper towel also had a few more plum blossoms on his body.

The client didn't take turns to go to work today, and Fu Wei now had nothing urgent to do, so he loosely pulled his head, took out a little change from home, and went straight to the nearest restaurant.

"Sister Shulan, it's been a long time since I've seen you eat wontons," Aunt Zhang greeted affectionately, "Why haven't you eaten yet?" ”

"There's something going on at home, and I'm so busy that I'm free," Fu Wei waved his hand indifferently, looking helpless.

Hearing Fu Mo say this, Aunt Zhang still didn't understand anything, so she shut up and didn't ask any more. Zheng Nanyang's love for beating his daughter-in-law after drinking has already spread in their area, and they can only talk about Zheng Nanyang's personality in private, and the affairs of the husband and wife, they are not easy to intervene.

Aunt Zhang brought up the wontons, and the hunger in Fu Yuan's stomach immediately came. The client originally planned to cook at home, but as soon as she finished cooking, Zheng Nanyang went home and took out the wine from the wine cabinet and drank it.

Before she could put her food into the pot, Zheng Nanyang had already started to move, and the two were entangled for more than half an hour, and the client was knocked to the ground by Zheng Nanyang, and he fainted for a long time before he came through.

The more Fu Mo thought about it, the more she felt that it was not, Zheng Nanyang, a domestic violence man, if she didn't clean up and let Zheng Nanyang feel a little better, then she would have no room to do this task at all.

After eating the wontons in the bowl, Fu Wei also had a little plan in her heart, and she used the little money left in her pocket to go to the grocery store and buy two bundles of hemp rope and hide them under the bed.

The client's money was held by Zheng Nanyang, and after the monthly salary was paid, only less than a quarter of the salary was still in the hands of the client, and the rest was taken out by Zheng Nanyang to fool around and drink.

Now Fu Wei's top priority is to solve Zheng Nanyang and then hold the financial power of the family.

Fu Wei slept well at home, and before he got up, Zheng Nanyang's roar came from the door, "Dead mother-in-law, hurry up and open the door for Lao Tzu." ”

It was accompanied by a ferocious knock on the door.

Fu Mo obediently went to open the door, and as soon as she opened the door, she shouted to Zheng Nanyang delicately, "Husband, you're back." ”

The tone is squeamish and clingy that the client has never had.

Zheng Nanyang, who had never enjoyed being so coquettish by his client, also lowered his anger a lot, he clenched his right hand into his lips, and complained with a little embarrassment, "Why is it so slow, can you hurry up next time?" ”

"Okay husband, I must hurry up next time, I won't let you wait in a hurry," Fu Wei stepped forward with both hands, took the briefcase in his hand and put it on the shoe cabinet at the door, and sensibly bent down to hold the slippers for him.

When Zheng Nanyang changed his shoes and walked to the living room with a satisfied face, Fu Xuan, who was still closing the door for him, secretly scolded himself, "Hurry up, your mother, it's not in a hurry to reincarnate."

There was a stilted leg on the old-fashioned sofa in Zheng Nanyang's living room, and the left leg on the right leg was still shaking rhythmically, while Zheng Nanyang was humming a little song softly in his mouth.

It's not pleasant.

"Husband, you drink some water first, I'll cook," Fu Hui handed over the water cup with a flattering face, and entered the kitchen as if fleeing.

"I dare to guarantee that this is definitely the most dog licking time I have lived for many years," Fu Wei "clicked" and cut the potatoes, as if Zheng Nanyang was a potato on the chopping board, chopping hard.

1973 slowly typed a question mark [Didn't you lick dogs in the last world?] And threw so much money, and it took a lot of effort and effort. ]

As a result, the task was still not completed.

"Shut up!"

As soon as the kitchen knife fell, he viciously threatened 1973 and stopped.

In the last world, she really didn't expect Zhuang Jin to love the entertainment industry so much, and actually went to other countries to develop.

Turning her head to look at Zheng Nanyang, who was leisurely snorting melon seeds, Fu Tao's movements in her hand accelerated, and she couldn't wait to Zheng Nanyang.

The meal was served on the table, and before Zheng Nanyang could speak, Fu Wei took a step ahead of him and said while placing chopsticks, "Today is our second wedding anniversary, husband, you have to taste the dishes I specially made, but you can drink more wine and win the game." ”

The more you drink, the better, and I don't mind if I die.

Zheng Nanyang glanced at her in surprise, with some disbelief in his eyes.

Hasn't she always disliked drinking by herself, why did she take the initiative to let him drink today? And he just beat her today, according to the past, she should be sulking now, why is she so gentle and easy to talk?

Could it be that the brain was broken?

"What do you see, what's so beautiful about the old pearl yellow?" Fu Wei walked over with the wine and glanced at him with disdain. Sitting next to him began to pour him wine.

With the existence of wine, Zheng Nanyang no longer thinks about that, all thinking that today is the wedding anniversary, Fu Wei is so different, he doesn't know that his wife has completely changed the core.

Zheng Nanyang picked up the wine glass, squinted his eyes and took a sip, before he smiled and praised Fu Fu, "Wife, where are you old?" Obviously, it is still a sinking fish and a goose, and the moon is shy of flowers. ”

The client has only been married to him for two years now, and his life has not yet reached the worst point in time, and his face has been polished by time, leaving no traces, but the whole person is a little less youthful than when he first got married, and has more mature charm, which is more attractive.

It's a pity that he is a little stupid, Zheng Nanyang sighed alone, and it is a pity that he is infertile, he can't give birth to a son to inherit her appearance, and he can't pass on the lineage.

Zheng Nanyang sighed helplessly, picked up the wine glass and drank it.

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