Zhou Luo's younger brother is called Zhou Kai, and he is a rich second generation who does not learn and has no skills.

When the Zhou family was not in decline, Zhou Kai was sent abroad by Zhou's father for further study.

I didn't expect to succeed in further study, but I came back from a stinky problem, and I usually care about two things, whether there is money in my pocket, and whether there are beautiful women around me.

In Fu Jing's eyes, he was just a lump of mud and couldn't support the wall at all.

But he knew that Zhou Luo didn't think so, in addition to being a docile and well-behaved Mrs. Fu in the past three years, the most important thing she cared about was to help her brother go to the wall.

Thinking about it, Fu Jing began to laugh, laughing at her simplicity.

Zhou Kai has long been hopeless, the road has been completely crooked, and he can't take the right path at all, of course, he himself refuses to take the right path.

Zhou Luo saw her husband smiling, and she knew what he meant by his smile, but she just glanced lightly and lowered her head to eat again, "He did have something wrong a while ago, but now it's fine." ”

Something happened?

Fu Jing's eyebrows tightened instantly, and he directly put down the chopsticks in his hand, and wiped his mouth with a tissue next to him, "Cripple people, you said it was just a thing?" ”

The woman was silent, and this silence made Fu Jing even more angry.

"Zhou Luo, you feel sorry for the only seedling of your Zhou family, I understand, but you can't spoil it. Since he came back from abroad, how many things have he done that can't be put on the table? What else would he do but ask for money all day long? ”

He has received the most orthodox education since he was a child, and he can't understand Zhou Kai's thinking mode at all.

The Zhou family used to be considered to have a head and face in Beicheng, but now they can basically only be stepped on, shouldn't he, as the son of the Zhou family, provoke the girder to revitalize the Zhou family?

Zhou Luo poked the rice, his head seemed to be low, "I know, I will discipline him well." ”

Again.

Fu Jing was tired of hearing it.

I really can't stand the way she doesn't fight back, and I don't know if she's really docile, or just perfunctory, or just stupid.

He suddenly felt that the food was tasteless, and he was not even interested in the dishes she cooked, so he got up directly, "You eat by yourself, go to bed early after eating, don't wait for me." ”

"Then ...... you" Zhou Luo raised his head, there was no look of surprise on his face, and he had a clean face, not greased and powdered, but superior to those faces covered with makeup, "Will you drink tonight?" ”

Fu Jing understood what she meant, she wanted to say that if he drank, she would go to bed later so that she could go over and pick him up.

I really don't know whether to be angry or laughing.

He propped his hands on the table, and his tall body pressed towards her like a thick wall, "Mrs. Fu, can't you see that they are playing with you?" You don't need to be that obedient. ”

The first time it was indeed he deliberately asked her to pick it up.

But the back was deliberately made by his drinking friends.

I want to see when she gets angry.

After all, being called out in the middle of the night to pick up people all the time can't stand it, especially the current weather in Beicheng.

"I see." Another tepid sentence.

Fu Jing glanced at her, then walked to the cloakroom, changed his clothes, and went out to the eternal night.

After he left, Zhou Luo finished eating alone, washed the dishes again, and thought that his backlog of manuscripts had not really been touched, so he turned on the computer and began to draw.

Fu Jing thought that Zhou Luo was a full-time wife who had never seen much of the world, but in fact he was not.

She has a freelance profession, which is painting, and the list has been scheduled from this year to the end of next year.

It's just that as soon as she turned on the computer, Zhou Kai's phone came, but it was not him who spoke.