Feng Jingshu shook her head, there was a feeling of being discriminated against, could it be that in the eyes of her husband, she could only be a waitress?

"Playing the violin, there is a music school that needs an interview tomorrow morning, if this daytime job is suitable, I will quit the job in the western restaurant."

Looking at Nangong Yu's face, Feng Jingshu hesitated.

Nangong Yu stepped forward and hugged Feng Jingshu and said: "Wife, have you ever thought that you are not alone now, I don't want to come back from work every day and look empty, and if you go to work so late, I will be worried." ”

"But many women continue to work even if they get married."

Feng Jingshu frowned, she didn't want to be idle all day, let alone become a woman who lived dependent on men, she wanted to have her own career.

"Do you have to work?" Nangong Yu took a deep breath and took a deep breath, he didn't object to women working, but he hoped that his wife could find a normal job, not when he was resting, his wife was at work, and when he came back every day, his wife was very tired, and there was less communication between husband and wife.

"I can support myself by myself, I don't want to be just Mrs. Nangong, husband, you said, you are not a machismo."

Feng Jingshu didn't expect her husband to have such a big opinion on her work.

"Wife, I have no objection to you working, but I hope you find a normal job, not that you are still working when I go home, I hope that my woman can be by my side, I am your husband, I am willing to support you, this has nothing to do with others, besides, even if you don't have to work, you don't have to raise me, your parents left you a lot of assets, you have to get it back sooner or later, or we change jobs, can I find a job?"

Nangong Yu took a step back and said, he really couldn't stand it, and when he returned home and looked at the deserted room, he didn't want to see his wife face for work.

As long as he thought that he might often face this cold feeling of returning home in the future, he was very unhappy, and even had the urge to explode.

"Husband, I understand what you mean, I'll find a normal job and try to get home before eight o'clock in the evening, okay?"

Feng Jingshu understood what Nangong Yu meant, and also made a promise.

But Nangong Yu didn't speak, he knew very well that working for others could not be so idealistic. He always has a way to dispel his wife's thoughts.

The first time they failed to communicate, Feng Jingshu of course wanted to return the inheritance left by her parents, but this did not conflict with work, she wanted to be independent, and going to work was the first step.

The next day, Feng Jingshu went to the music school for an interview and passed, but she had a one-month practical period and plenty of work time, so she did not quit her job at a western restaurant.

It's not that Feng Jingshu doesn't want to quit, she just came and said to leave, she was a little difficult to speak, thinking about resigning in a month or two weeks.

Nangong Yu didn't ask Feng Jingshu again since that night, but he knew about Feng Jingshu's work, this week, both of them went out early and returned late, even if they knew that Feng Jingshu didn't go to the Western restaurant, Nangong Yu would wait until ten o'clock in the evening to come back.

It's been a week, and the two haven't spoken, and Nangong Yu can toss vigorously every night. After a few days, Feng Jingshu's dark circles were also quite obvious.

"Manager, I'm sorry, I want to resign."

Today, Feng Jingshu arrived at the western restaurant half an hour earlier than usual, in order to resign to the manager, the cold violence of the husband and wife for a week made her understand that Nangong Yu was very dissatisfied with the job of the western restaurant, and therefore, after thinking twice, she decided to resign.

"Xiao Feng, are you uncomfortable? If so, the working hours can be adjusted, and if it is a question of salary, you can get a raise, and the guests say that you play the piano very well......"

"No, manager, time is really an issue, but on the other hand I have limited energy, I got a job at school, two jobs, I can't take care of them, I'm really sorry."

Feng Jingshu bowed to the manager and repeatedly said that she had limited energy.

"Well, we can adjust the working hours, and you work one hour a day."

The manager said decisively that although Feng Jingshu had only been working for a week, there were already many customers who liked him.

"Manager, it's not a matter of working hours, actually, my husband doesn't like me working here, I'm really sorry."

There was no way, Feng Jingshu had to tell the real reason.

"Well, a few more days, and then I'll find a suitable violinist?"

"Manager, I'm really—"

"Then you go up to this weekend, Mr. Deng likes to listen to you play the violin, he has already booked a seat for tomorrow, and asked you to play by name, can you work hard all day?"

The manager said so, Feng Jingshu had to nod, fortunately, there was only one night.

At night, Feng Jingshu wanted to talk to Nangong Yu, but when she went back, Nangong Yu had already slept.

On Sunday night, which was also the last night that Feng Jingshu promised the manager, as soon as she arrived at the restaurant, the manager greeted her, "Xiao Feng, you are finally here, Mr. Deng has been waiting for a long time." ”

Feng Jingshu nodded, someone likes her piano sound, for her, it is a joyful thing.

"Miss Feng, can you please pull the first "Joy of Love" for me?" As soon as Feng Jingshu appeared, Mr. Deng's eyes lit up, and at the same time he begged Feng Jingshu to say.

Feng Jingshu nodded.

This Mr. Deng still looks very young, it is estimated that he is only about twenty-seven or eighteen, but it is very strange that there are usually two people who come to Western restaurants, but this Mr. Deng is only one person.

What Feng Jingshu didn't know was that there was a person she knew well in the Western restaurant, and that was Nangong Yu. Today's Nangong Yu came even earlier than Feng Jingshu, he just wanted to come to see her working environment, but he was very depressed when he saw his woman standing at the dining table serving others.

"Miss Feng, I heard from the manager that after tonight, you won't come to the show anymore, can I take the liberty of inviting you to dinner tonight?"

After finishing the song, Mr. Deng said to Feng Jingshu.

"Thank you, Mr. Deng, I'm very sorry, it's my working time." Feng Jingshu refused, took the piano and prepared to leave.

"Miss Feng, I like you very much, please give me a chance to pursue you." Mr. Deng grabbed Feng Jingshu's wrist and confessed.

Feng Jingshu was slightly stunned and looked at Mr. Deng suspiciously, "Mr. Deng, are you mistaken, I only have been working for four days today, and you like me?" ”

Nangong Yu was a little irritable in the company, he wanted to come and see the environment in which his wife worked, this would be a little far away, and he didn't hear the conversation between the two, but when he saw the man holding Feng Jingshu's hand, his face sank.

"Miss Feng, do you believe that there is love at first sight in this world?"

"Mr. Deng, please let go, you scratched me."

"I'm sorry, Miss Feng, please accept—"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you."

As soon as the hand was released, Feng Jingshu was about to leave, but Mr. Deng took out a bouquet of roses and knelt on one knee.

"Miss Feng, I am sincere to you, please accept my pursuit."

Nangong Yu still didn't move, he wanted to see what his little girl would do.

Everyone in the restaurant looked over, and it was the time for the meal, and the restaurant was almost full.

Feng Jingshu didn't stay, still walked back to his position, that Mr. Deng seemed dissatisfied, and raised his voice and said loudly: "Feng Jingshu, I love you, please accept my pursuit." ”

Feng Jingshu's face changed, being shouted by someone in this kind of public place made her very angry, she originally thought that she would leave at ten o'clock after working seriously for the last time tonight, but now, she didn't want to stay for a second.

"Manager, I'm sorry, I'm going home, and I don't want my salary." Feng Jingshu handed over the violin to the manager, the piano given by her husband was too precious, and her father's piano, although it was repaired, she didn't plan to use it, and kept it as a souvenir, this violin is also from the restaurant.

Nangong Yu had a shallow smile on his face, he knew that his woman was not simple, a stinky boy, and he dared to beat his woman's idea.

"Miss Feng, I really like you." Feng Jingshu took the bag and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the surnamed Deng again.

"But I don't like you, and I'm married, please get out of the way."

Feng Jingshu's cold face made the man unable to take his eyes off - Mr. Deng held Feng Jingshu's hand this time.

"Impossible, you are still so young, how can you get married? Even if you want to reject me, you don't have to ......"

When Mr. Deng heard this, he looked at Feng Jingshu with a smile.

Nangong Yu had already stood up, and he was very satisfied with Feng Jingshu's performance, so he didn't plan to take advantage of the person surnamed Deng.

"Let go of your hands."

"Ah-" Seeing Nangong Yu, Feng Jingshu was pleasantly surprised.

"I'll take you home." Nangong Yu held Feng Jingshu's hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Nangong Yu, you-you-"

"Mr. Deng, before pursuing a girl next time, remember to ask if she is married and has a husband." Seeing that the acquaintance surnamed Deng let go, Nangong Yu didn't care about him, tonight's Feng Jingshu made him very satisfied, he was in a good mood, so he didn't care about him.

"Impossible, why did your wife come here to play the violin?" Mr. Deng looked at the clenched hand, still a little incredulous, the girlfriend of the president of Tiansheng Group was playing the piano in the western restaurant, and no one believed it.

"Why not, as long as she likes it, even if she plays the piano on the street, I will support it." Nangong Yu hugged Feng Jingshu and kissed her on the forehead.

"Ah, let's go home." Feng Jingshu was a little shy, her head rested on Nangong Yu's shoulder, she didn't want to fight coldly, she liked this kind of Ah Yu, at this moment, she finally understood that even if it was work, it was not as important as her husband.

"Okay, go home." The wife's smile, the proximity of the wife, and her decisive refusal made Nangong Yu feel better.

Watching the two leave affectionately, the surnamed Deng was so angry that he smashed the flower on the ground, and then ravaged the flower with his foot.

"Ah, are you angry?" After getting into the car, Feng Jingshu was very apprehensive and looked nervously at Nangong Yu, who was driving.