Song Yazhu deliberately understood her husband's hard work and wanted Zhang Jiaze to relax, so she said to Zhang Jiaze:

"Come on!"

Zhang Jiaze not only did not appreciate it, but his face was gloomy, and he shook his head a little unhappily.

Song Yazhu didn't think much about it, so she sat on the mahjong table by herself.

Zhang Jiaze walked over, gently touched his wife's shoulder, and whispered:

"Or ...... Are you pouring tea for everyone? ”

Song Yazhu didn't understand what her husband meant at first, but when she heard her husband say this, she had no choice but to give her husband a face in front of everyone. What's more, although other people have long been acquainted, no matter what, serving tea to guests is the least etiquette of the host.

Song Yazhu stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Wang Zhonggang, who was shuffling the cards, said:

"Sister-in-law is gone, these three are missing one, and I can't play!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard Sister Yang come over and said with a smile:

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

encountered such a mahjong fan nanny, Zhang Jiaze was also completely out of line.

Without waiting for everyone to speak, Sister Yang sat in the position where Song Yazhu had sat just now.

Everyone doesn't care, now there are four people, and they can play mahjong.

The nanny Sister Yang happily sat on the mahjong table, and the hostess Song Yazhu came over with a tray and brought tea to the four of them one by one, and Sister Yang did not raise her head.

Looking at all this, Zhang Jiaze's face became even more gloomy.

The sound of mahjong is particularly harsh in this quiet night, Zhang Jiaze doesn't know when such a moment is an end, let's drive everyone away, and save everyone's face. Especially when he saw the happy face of the nanny Sister Yang who was immersed in mahjong, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Just when everyone was having a lot of fun, suddenly, Zhang Jiaze found that Zhang Yinuo was standing in front of the mahjong table at some point. Didn't this kid sleep? How did you get here?

Zhang Jiaze hurriedly walked over and saw Zhang Yinuo with a pair of small feet, wearing pajamas, sleepy-eyed, rubbing his eyes with his little hands, and looking at mahjong in a daze.

Zhang Jiaze picked her up and asked in a low voice:

"Aren't you sleeping? Why did you get up? ”

Zhang Yinuo muttered and replied:

"Can't sleep...... Mahjong ......"

Zhang Jiaze's anger towards mahjong increased a little more, and he hugged Zhang Yinuo into the bedroom while comforting him.

Indeed, in the bedroom, even when the door is closed, the sound of mahjong is still very clear.

Zhang Jiaze said to his daughter:

"Why don't you go upstairs and sleep, there's no one in the bedroom upstairs."

Zhang Yinuo hugged Zhang Jiaze's hand tightly and did not let go:

"No, no, I'm not going...... I'm afraid ......"

Zhang Jiaze had no choice but to comfort him softly, and finally coaxed Zhang Yinuo to sleep, and suddenly, Zhang Ernuo on the small bed next to him cried.

At this time, the sound of mahjong outside the door and the frolicking sound of talking came clearly, especially Sister Yang's voice was the loudest:

"Haha, I won I won!"

Zhang Jiaze felt that he couldn't bear it anymore. He picked up the crying Zhang Ernuo and rushed out, saying to everyone:

"Alright, let's stop fighting!"

When Meng Furong saw it, this voice woke up the children, and she immediately took over the conversation and said:

"Okay, don't fight, don't fight. Play again another day! ”

After that, he stood up.

Sister Yang just touched a good handful of cards, and when she saw that she was going to win dozens of dollars, how could she give up easily? Sister Yang persuaded:

"Oh, don't, just this one! How can you not come when the cards are touched? ”

Zhang Jiaze's anger finally erupted like a volcano.

He stepped forward and lifted the mahjong tablecloth, and there was a loud noise, and the mahjong was scattered all over the ground.

Everyone saw that Zhang Jiaze was really angry, the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, and he didn't know what to do. Wang Zhonggang came over and gently patted Zhang Jiaze's shoulder:

"Hey, why are you so angry?"

Zhang Ernuo's cries and the grains of mahjong scattered around him reminded Zhang Jiaze of what an impulsive and stupid thing he had done.

Song Yazhu picked up Zhang Ernuo, who was crying in the crib: "Be good, don't cry, don't cry......"

Meng Furong frowned, looked at the stunned Zhang Jiaze, and also spoke: "Isn't it just playing mahjong, why is it so hot?" ”

Zhang Jiaze didn't know how to speak, so he kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word.

"Okay, everyone is a friend, everyone has emotions." Wang Zhonggang patted Zhang Jiaze on the shoulder: "This time you are drunk and crazy, next time you will not be able to solve it with one meal." Isn't it, Fleur? ”

Meng Furong understood that this was Wang Zhonggang helping Zhang Jiaze to round the field, and should also be with:

"Not really. You have to treat us to a good meal, or how can we compensate for the mental loss we have suffered from you? Don't come to the low-grade ones. ”

Seeing that Wang Zhonggang and Meng Furong were both looking for him to go down the stairs, Zhang Jiaze also whispered:

"Definitely, next time we go out to eat, the more expensive the better, I'll please."

"There are so many people, don't be a fool, great writer." Meng Furong's ridicule relaxed the atmosphere a lot, and she turned back to Song Yazhu and instructed: "After we leave, don't embarrass the writer, otherwise we won't have a good meal." ”

Song Yazhu looked at her good sister not only did not blame Zhang Jiaze, but also considered the two of them like this, and nodded gratefully: "Where do I dare to embarrass him." ”

After Wang Zhonggang and Meng Furong left, the nanny Sister Yang also returned to her room, although Zhang Jiaze didn't say anything, she also faintly felt in her heart that something was wrong with Zhang Jiaze in the past two days seemed to be related to her.

"Tell me, what's going on?" After coaxing the child, Song Yazhu returned to the bedroom and saw Zhang Jiaze sitting on the bed waiting for her.

The two have been married for so many years, Song Yazhu knows Zhang Jiaze very well, if he just doesn't like them to play mahjong, he won't be so angry. In fact, at the moment when the mahjong table was overturned, Song Yazhu did feel very angry and felt that Zhang Jiaze was inexplicable. But calm down and think about it, Song Yazhu can conclude that there must be something hidden behind this, so half of his anger has already disappeared.

"What's going on? What else could it be? Play mahjong! ”

Song Yazhu was even more puzzled:

"No, this friend plays a few mahjong games, it's also entertainment! You're ......"

Zhang Jiaze said earnestly:

"It's not as simple as entertainment! Look at what kind of system it becomes to play mahjong at home! Wake up the baby! Let me tell you, this matter is important, it can be said that it is the most important thing in the world! Not only did it affect the baby's rest, but more importantly, it also made the baby infected with bad habits since childhood, which did not create a good educational environment for the baby! Think about it, what is more important in the world than the growth of children? From now on, anything that contradicts the growth of children is the enemy of my Zhang Jiaze! No matter who the other party is, they are my enemies! ”

It turned out that the husband was angry about this.

When he understood this, Song Yazhu said quietly, softly, as if talking to himself:

"Is it as serious as you say?"

Zhang Jiaze said again in a firm tone:

"yes, that's how important it is!"

Yes, what else is more important than the growth of a child?

Hearing this, where could she still be angry with Zhang Jiaze? After listening to everything Zhang Jiaze said, Song Yazhu is now only distressed. For his own sake, Zhang Jiaze was able to give up his writing time and take care of his two children alone. As a woman, knowing that her husband had made such a great sacrifice for herself, Song Yazhu could not be said to be moved. After going to Song Bonian's company, Song Yazhu devoted himself to work and rarely cared about family affairs. Now that the nanny is gone, Zhang Jiaze has to take care of two children alone, and he can't be busy, let alone find time to engage in his own creation.

Thinking of this, Song Yazhu felt a little guilty. During this time, she did not fulfill her responsibilities as a wife, except for the necessary working hours, she went home more to spend time with her two children, and rarely cared about her husband.

The guilt may be a little cold, but the hug must be warm. Zhang Jiaze felt the familiar body temperature of his wife, and the fatigue of the day was gradually soothed by this temperature. During this time, Zhang Jiaze was indeed tired and half dead, but compared to the time when he left home, what is this?

张嘉泽 says:

"I decided, let's find a nanny again, Sister Yang can't stay any longer."

Song Yazhu said seriously:

"That's right. According to what you say, this Sister Yang is so irresponsible, we might as well find two more. ”

Zhang Jiaze asked:

"Two?"

Song Yazhu nodded:

"Yes, it's just a matter of sending people, looking for one is looking for it, isn't it also looking for two?"

Zhang Jiaze was surprised by Song Yazhu's "heroic" style:

"When did you become so decisive? Sister Yang, what do you say? ”

宋雅竹 says:

"Don't worry, I'll tell Sister Yang. It's just that, I'm worried that this nanny is not easy to recruit, and now the news is reporting negative news about the nanny all day long, and the child's business is a big deal! ”

Zhang Jiaze wanted to propose that parents take care of their children, but when he remembered what happened last time, he couldn't help but dispel this idea, and just said:

"Don't worry, believe me, I have a good eye for people! Who made me the people's writer! ”

After sending Zhang Yinuo off the next morning, Zhang Jiaze took Zhang Ernuo around the room and found no trace of Sister Yang. He went to the nanny room to see that Sister Yang's things had disappeared without a trace.

Is Yazhu's work efficiency so strong? Thinking so, Zhang Jiaze dialed Song Yazhu's phone.

"Where's Sister Yang?" After connecting the phone, Zhang Jiaze's first sentence was asked.

"Let's go." Song Yazhu's somewhat tired voice came from the other end of the phone, "You left when you went to send Yinuo to school." You take the time to go to the talent market today and pick two suitable candidates, one with Ernuo and the other for cooking and cleaning. ”

Zhang Jiaze didn't dare to delay, and after feeding Zhang Ernuo, he pushed the stroller out of the door and went straight to the talent market.