Chapter 147: I can't laugh or cry

At this point, Zhang Jiaze has to admit that women have innate sensitivities, even if there is only a little smell of perfume, she can smell it.

Zhang Jiaze said honestly: "I just shook hands with her, you think too much!" ”

A sneer came out of Song Yazhu's nostrils: "Shake hands? The devil believes! ”

In the face of such a vinegar jar, Zhang Jiaze didn't know how to explain, he was not a person who could "coax".

"That's the way it is, believe it or not."

He has never bothered to explain such things. The reason for not explaining it is because of anger; The reason for his anger was his wife's distrust.

Yes, marriage requires mutual understanding and trust, if you just guess and draw conclusions, how can you live this life? Since she likes to draw conclusions based on guesswork, what's the use of explanations?

Song Yazhu angrily packed up the computer, put it in the computer bag, and slammed the door angrily.

In fact, when she was packing her computer bag, how much she hoped that Zhang Jiaze would stop her, even if it was just a sentence of "What are you doing when you pack your computer bag?" Stay! "She'll sit down, but Zhang Jiaze's dead ghost just didn't say anything, so she couldn't find the bottom of the steps, and it was impossible to take back what she said, how could she be good?

The moment he slammed the door and left, Song Yazhu's heart was cold, and Zhang Jiaze's heart was also cold.

Song Yazhu's heart was cold because until the moment she went out, the nerd didn't persuade herself, and she didn't come to redeem herself, which means that he must have another woman outside. If he didn't have another woman in his heart, if he had me in his heart, would he be indifferent?

Zhang Jiaze's heart is cold, because this is the Nth time his wife has repeated the old trick. Running away from home is something that only a child can do, people always have to learn to grow up by themselves, now they are 30 years old, but they are still so childish, when will they grow up? Before getting married, if she said one, Song Yazhu would think that there was only one in this world, and if she said two, Song Yazhu would think that there were only two in this world, but after getting married, she seemed to be a different person, she didn't believe in herself everywhere, she was suspicious, she guessed, and lived with such a person, what else was there to do in these days?

Zhang Jiaze never expected that he would kindly buy so many romantic things home, but in exchange for such a result. He really couldn't cry or laugh, and he wanted to cry without tears.

Sitting on the sofa in a daze, I wanted to call Hua Xingcan and tell her that her plan was really bad, but if she called rashly like this, it would leak a message: his relationship with his wife was not good. "Family ugliness should not be publicized" is a Chinese tradition for thousands of years. He thought about it, so forget it.

was originally a romantic dinner, but I never expected it to end with such a sad ending. It doesn't matter if Song Yazhu is jealous, the key question is: how to carry out the second child plan?

Thinking of this question, Zhang Jiaze felt that his head was about to break. Nowadays, all kinds of methods have been thought of, but they are still useless. Could it be that the two-child plan came to an end?

If in the past, Zhang Jiaze might have retreated, but now, he already has 200,000 yuan in cash, and in his opinion, there are enough financial resources to protect the second child, so there is no reason to give up.

But the question at hand is: how to get the wife to agree to have a second child? soft, hard; Light, dark...... I thought about all the methods, but I didn't expect the ending to be like this, lying on the sofa, Zhang Jiaze couldn't help but let out a long sigh.