"Don't they all say that being able to eat is a blessing? Why is my daughter so fat? She has a strong body and is easy to have children!"
"By the way, the Cong Yuan couple have been married for half a year, right? Why don't you see any movement in your stomach?"
The cart aunt understands Underground Passage: "The couple are still young, and they probably want to live in a world of two! Young people nowadays are all like this."
"Then Xiao Qiao is young, but Cong Yuan is quite old. The one in front of him didn't leave him a son and a half. It's been half a year and there hasn't been any movement. Could it be that he can't have children?"
Previously, I was a little envious of Su Qiao's aunt for finding such a good man, and made some vicious guesses.
The aunt pushing the cart quickly Underground Passage: "Don't talk nonsense. Although this little girl comes from a rural area, she looks pretty good and is in good health."
"Oh, I just said it casually, how can I be so serious?"
"But this Xiao Qiao is really lucky. A working girl met such a good man."
Who in this community wouldn't envy you?
"Who says it isn't?"
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"Mom."
At this time, Wen Congyuan, who was being discussed by them, had returned home.
He changed his shoes, put the flowers and cake in his hand on the coffee table, threw his briefcase on the sofa, and pulled open the collar of his shirt.
No one came to greet her, and there was a hint of displeasure on her face. "Where is she?"
"She's in the house."
The old lady, who had been worried all day, breathed a sigh of relief when her son finally came back.
She glanced at the direction of Su Qiao's room and quietly pulled her son over. "Cong Yuan, something is wrong with her!"
"What's wrong?"
Wen Congyuan glanced at her and sat down on the sofa nonchalantly.
The old lady thought for a while and shook her head, "I can't tell you exactly, but it just doesn't feel right."
Wen Congyuan thought for a moment, got up and walked to the door of the room on the right.
Raising his hand, he knocked on the door and said in a commanding tone, "Come out."
The old lady quickly shouted into the room, "Xiao Qiao, Cong Yuan is back. He bought you flowers and the cake you like."
Su Qiao has been busy all afternoon. He just took a shower, changed into a white skirt, and was sitting in front of the dressing table putting on makeup.
Hearing the shouts of the mother and son and the knocking on the door, he walked over and opened the door impatiently. "What is it called? Is it called the soul?"
"You..."
Wen Congyuan frowned, and was about to suppress his anger when he suddenly noticed the makeup on Su Qiao's face.
"Are you wearing makeup?"
"The lipstick is so bright and the clothes are so revealing. What do you want to do?"
Wen Congyuan looked at Su Qiao from head to toe, and the more he looked at it, the more the evil fire in his heart became uncontrollable.
"It's up to you?" Su Qiao wouldn't tolerate him.
"You are my wife, who cares about me?"
Wen Congyuan was originally dissatisfied with her dress. Su Qiao spoke to him in such a tone and attitude that he finally couldn't help but get angry.
"Tell me! Who are you dressing up like this for?"
Wen Congyuan grabbed her arm and roughly tried to pull her over.
How could Su Qiao stand and let him do it?
He quickly took a step back, stared at him with a cold face, and turned his wrist.
"Cong Yuan, don't worry, Xiao Qiao doesn't know anyone, she must have dressed up to show you."
The old lady was happy. After being depressed all day, she finally felt a lot more relaxed.
But she was also afraid that things would get out of hand.
After all, Su Qiao had just been beaten last night, and he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, he would be seriously injured and would have to be sent to the hospital.
That would be bad.
"Huh, are you dressing up for me to see?"
Staring at Su Qiao's V-neck low-cut skirt and those bright red lips, the fire in Wen Congyuan's heart came out one by one.
He said with a livid face, "I think you want to show it to some wild man, right?"