In fact, this night, not only Zhang Jiaze didn't sleep peacefully, but his wife Song Yazhu didn't sleep all night.

After slamming the door and leaving, Song Yazhu called her best friend Meng Furong, Meng Furong and Song Yazhu are high school classmates and college classmates, and the two are closer than sisters. Without waiting for Song Yazhu to say anything, Meng Furong knew from Song Yazhu's tone of voice that her good friend had encountered trouble.

"Tell me, where will we meet?" Meng Furong asked on the phone.

Song Yazhu sighed:

"Just the café at the entrance of your neighborhood."

"Okay."

As soon as she finished calling Meng Furong, her husband Zhang Jiaze's call came. Song Yazhu, who was angry, was angry when he looked at the caller ID.

"Wasn't you pretty good just now? Isn't it a rhetorical one? Why did you call me just after I left? If you're so, what else can't you deal with? Song Yazhu thought so, and as soon as the phone rang to end, she pressed the shutdown button.

"Why is your face so bad? What's the matter, the little couple quarreled again? Meng Furong, who was tall, with short hair, wearing tight jeans and a white shirt, only saw Song Yazhu in the café and couldn't wait to ask.

Song Yazhu, who was tied with long hair, flashed a wry smile on her round face:

"Nothing escapes your eyes."

"Of course, who am I?" Meng Furong raised her chin, showed a charming smile, and soon made a careful listening gesture:

"Come on, tell my sister how you bullied your man?"

One sentence made Song Yazhu's previous anger half smaller:

"You, are you on my side or on his side?"

Meng Furong said seriously:

"You two rarely quarrel and quarrel, what's wrong today? Looks like the smell of gunpowder is still relatively strong? ”

Song Yazhu was concise: "He still wants one." ”

Meng Furong's eyes immediately widened: "You...... Do you want a second child? ”

Song Yazhu immediately corrected Meng Furong and said, "What are we? It's him, he wants a second child! ”

Meng Furong took a bite of dessert, and her previous nervous expression relaxed:

"I thought it was a big deal, wasn't it just a second child?"

Song Yazhu looked embarrassed:

"Look at how easy you say, 'Isn't it a second child', but do you know how much time it will take to have another one? How much effort does it take? How much does it cost? Look at the situation of our family, Zhang Jiaze has been living at home for 5 years, writing novels on the Internet all day long, and his income is hungry and full, how can he have that economic strength? He has been writing for 5 years, and he has not written a popular novel, nor has he adapted any film or television, let alone become the screenwriter he wants to become. Besides, after I gave birth to a promise, I suffered from postpartum depression, more than a year out of the shadow of depression, and now in the workplace finally improved, our group is preparing to send a graphic designer to study abroad, our leadership means, is to choose one between me and Fang Xin, you say, at this juncture, can I have a second child? In my opinion, this is Zhang Jiaze's selfishness, only thinking about himself, and not thinking about me at all! ”

Meng Furong tasted the dessert unhurriedly and didn't interject, until Song Yazhu finished speaking, she took over the conversation and said, "You tell me a word from the heart, do you want a second child?" ”

Song Yazhu replied almost without hesitation: "Me? Of course I don't want it anymore! ”

Meng Furong went on to say:

"Actually, the reasons you just said for not wanting to have a second child are not any reasons. When you were pregnant with a promise, were the economic conditions very good? Do you have enough time and energy? I don't think so. ”

Song Yazhu spread his hands:

"But that's different, Yinuo is our first child, and life must have a child to be perfect, right?"

Meng Furong raised her head, looked at the street scene in the distance through the glass window, and said faintly:

"Some people don't want children, or even get married, for example, our college classmate Bei Ziqing has never been married, and I don't think she feels that her life is unsatisfactory. So, whether life is complete or not is not about getting married or not, not about whether you want to have children, not about how many children you have, as long as you feel that it is complete, then it is complete. ”

Song Yazhu's eyes widened, as if she was looking at a stranger, and looked at Meng Furong fixedly:

"I said, Miss Meng, when did you become a monk? Why has it become so esoteric to speak? ”

Meng Furong increased the speed of her speech and said quickly:

"I'm a monk! To tell you the truth, I, Meng Furong, am carrying out a new human-making operation. ”

As soon as these words came out, Song Yazhu was so shocked that she almost fell off the chair.