Chapter 11: You're With Him Again?

I was angry, and when I opened the door, I saw Zhang Rou getting up from the sofa and glancing at me with a glass of water. If you don't say hello to me, the slippers slap on the floor, and at the end they slam the door and shut me out.

Zhang Rou is only twenty-one, has just graduated, and is looking for a small civilian job. I've been living in a room with my mother-in-law.,Don't say how polite I am.。 In the end, he was young and happy, thinking that he could ride on my head with a little grip on me.

I sneered a few times in my heart, followed closely behind her, slammed her door a few times, and Zhang Rou shouted through the door, "What are you doing?" ”

I said, "Zhang Rou, you'd better figure it out, no matter what outsiders say, this house was bought by me and your brother, and you live here." Don't act like I've offended you, turn around and make me angry! ”

In the middle of my sentence, I heard the sound of slippers coming quickly towards the door in the room. Zhang Rou opened the door and glared at me, and when I finished speaking, her face turned red, but she didn't have anything to refute.

I looked at her eyes and continued, "What, I want to run away from home just two sentences from you?" ”

Zhang Rou bit her lower lip and said hatefully: "This is also my brother's house!" ”

"I'm still your brother's wife, you know you can't listen to ugly words, so don't put your eyes on the sky." I dropped those two sentences and turned back to my room.

I bullied Zhang Rou, but I didn't feel any better.

This house has good sound insulation, which makes the house even quieter. Zhang Bailiang was angry and lived outside, his mother-in-law moved to the countryside, and his sister-in-law ignored him. Even when I used to sit on the stage, I never suffered such cold eyes. This may be my retribution, I deserve it, I took such a path, and I should never recover.

I thought about it stupidly for a while, and I felt uncomfortable, and I couldn't get over it, so I called Xiaomian. The phone rang for a long time before Xiao Mian answered. She visits the forum the most on weekdays, so she definitely knows about me, and there is really no one else to say what I want to talk about. But as soon as the phone was connected, I didn't know where to start.

Xiaomian only fed it, and it was not like the previous twitter when I talked on the phone, and after a long time, I sighed lowly.

Xiao Mian finally asked, "You followed Fu Yankai again?" Don't you know that he has been very close to the daughter of a high-ranking official recently, I heard that the woman is very powerful, you be careful? ”

I cried and laughed: "Wherever you want to go, I am married, and wherever I still have leisure, I will provoke him." The ups and downs uploaded on the Internet, you also believe it. ”

Then I briefly told the story, Xiaomian was silent, and then comforted me casually, and said: "Don't think too much, Fu Yankai will probably come out to refute the rumors in two days." When the time comes, your husband will understand you, and whoever this thing falls on will be angry, so you just bear with it. Those of us don't have only one word for forbearance. ”

I smiled and said, "You know Fu Yankai quite well. ”

Xiaomian paused for a while before saying, "I said don't be angry." Fu Yankai has a little business dealings with my husband, I originally wanted to use your relationship to see if Fu Yan could sell me some face for your sake, but now that he has a new love, my little caution is no use. ”

No wonder she has been talking to me about Fu Yankai before, although she confessed like this, I still felt a little uncomfortable in my heart. She knew that I was married, and she wanted to take advantage of my previous relationship with Fu Yankai.

I didn't speak, I was embarrassed on the phone for a while, and both of us paused for a long time, she said, "I'm still a little busy, so I'll hang up first." Uh, and, Ah Jing, I ......" she stopped talking. Xiaomian has always called me Ah Jing, and I am used to it, and I haven't changed my words. I asked two questions, but she didn't say anything, so I had to give up.

Actually, I know that she doesn't say it, and she probably wants me not to contact her again in the future, so as not to dig up her past.

I don't know what kind of belonging there are so many sex workers in China, and there is anyone who can live happily without hiding their past?

It is difficult to find a man with an innocent family background, and he lives in the circle of eating, drinking, prostitution, and gambling. Either be a mistress, or follow an old man who has no interest but can't dislike himself.

Or some people are too old to take care of the rest of their lives, so they simply go to the street, go to the park to continue soliciting customers, and hook up with some old bachelors.

At least none of the people I know have done this or had good results.

The room was quiet and gloomy, like a cold war after a fight between my grandmother and grandfather when I was a child, and I was always afraid of such an atmosphere. Even though I have grown up and even played an important role in this family, I am still like an outsider, bearing the depression and gloom of this room, panicking that the past will be revealed.

Zhang Bailiang went back to work again, and contrary to my schedule, there was nothing to say.