Zhao Qiqi is the only person left in the rental house again.
She slumped on the ground in confusion, tears streaming down her face silently.
She just didn't want to eat instant noodles anymore and just wanted to live a normal life. Why was she wrong again?
Why is it that there is a family of three next door, and the man only has an elementary school education, but he can live a warm and comfortable life.
And their house doesn't even have hot noodles...
In the middle of crying, the door that wasn't closed was suddenly pushed open.
Sisi walked in with a tall man.
The man has dark skin and is wearing dusty work clothes.
Sisi had a bulging belly and a surprised look on his face. "What's wrong? Is your man back? I seem to hear you guys quarreling."
Zhao Qiqi sobbed and told the story again.
Sisi sighed, turned to the man and said, "Help her clean up."
Without saying a word, the man rolled up his sleeves and started working.
Sisi quickly went up to stop him. "Let me do it, you work so hard at the construction site during the day."
The man smiled innocently and wiped his sweat, but his hands and feet did not stop. "I'm not tired at all, you are tired because you are pregnant. When this construction site is finished, I want to learn how to lay ceramic tiles. I heard that there is a craft that makes more money. The weather has been getting hotter and rainier recently, and this old house has a musty smell. When I earn more money, we will move to a new community."
Sisi looked at him distressedly. "It's so hot, please take a few days off. I've often seen on the news recently that people died suddenly at construction sites... How about I borrow money from my parents and spend it first? Don't work so hard."
The man stopped what he was doing and looked gloomy. "At first, your parents disliked me for being uneducated and poor, and they were unwilling to let you marry me. If you ask them to borrow money again, you will not be able to hold your head high at home."
Sisi comforted him with red eyes, "It's okay, they are my parents."
The man shook his head. "Actually, I know that they are worried that you and I will not live well, but they love you in their hearts. Because of this, I have to prove to them that I can give you a good life. When we buy a house and settle down in the city, they will definitely accept me when they see that you are living well..."
Zhao Qiqi sat in the corner and watched the young couple talking to each other, tears falling again.
It's also a marriage that his parents don't agree with. This man wants to give Sisi a good life on his own and wants Sisi's parents to accept him.
And Li Zifeng will only complain and say that her mother is not good...
Zhao Qiqi doesn't know if Li Zifeng mother and son did anything wrong.
However, the conditions of the young couple next door are far inferior to those of their own family, but they are able to live a happy life...
In the foundation office, Song Yutang looked at the video sent by Sisi and nodded with satisfaction. "As expected of a top psychiatrist, this kind of immersive therapy is much better than just talking with your mouth."
Dong Ying raised his chin proudly. "Of course, you get what you pay for."
Song Yutang nodded in agreement and tapped his fingertips on the table twice. "Let Sisi find some handiwork on the Internet that pregnant women can do that can earn twenty or thirty yuan a day, and take Qiqi to do it together. Then occasionally take her to eat some fast food to improve her life and let her know what it is like to make money with her hands."
Don't worry about the gangsters for the time being. She has suffered so much now. When things are revealed in the future, she will hate Li Zifeng. But you have to keep an eye on her. If there is really danger, the bodyguards must be dispatched immediately. She is almost four months pregnant now, safety first..."
Dong Ying smiled in surprise, "You really care about Ms. Zhao's daughter."
Song Yutang took a sip of the coffee and sighed with emotion, "Although Ms. Zhao is not a good mother, she does have a heart that wants to be a good mother. And she has a clear sense of grudges. If I can solve her biggest problem, she will not treat me badly in the future."
"Ms. Zhao is indeed the kind of person who remembers both grudges and gratitude."
Dong Ying changed the topic and pulled out a piece of paper from the folder and handed it to her. "I have contacted Du Yu and the other party did not refuse. But he is filming in other places recently and it will take a few days before he can come to Cloud City."
Du Yu, an idol who was born in a boy band.
Now that he is out of fashion, he has turned to be an actor.
It has been hovering around the 6th and 7th lines for a long time.
It is also Zhao Cuifeng's mobile phone screensaver, and he is the man she is most interested in at the moment.
Song Yutang took the piece of paper, glanced at it, and put it on the table casually. "Then make an appointment with him. But this is the first time we meet, Aunt Zhao is old, so don't make it too exciting."
Dong Ying understood instantly and smiled meaningfully, "I understand."
When Song Yutang got home from get off work, Jiang Muyan was still busy at work.
The code on the computer screen turned over one page after another. He frowned slightly and his fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard.
Song Yutang conveniently placed the coffee bought on the road in front of him, as well as a box of snacks. "I saw that you were working overtime very late recently, so I bought you something to cushion your stomach."
Jiang Muyan has been following up on a foreign project recently and is really busy. He said yes and continued with the meeting.
Song Yutang doesn't bother him either.
I casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf, sat down on the sofa and read it quietly.
This is the normal way the two get along during this time.
The relationship is still based on treating each other as guests, neither far nor close.
Not quite like a couple, but more like a partner than a tacit understanding.
When Jiang Muyan finally finished the meeting, he just wanted to take a sip of coffee to refresh himself.
The pink Sweetheart Baby icon on the desktop suddenly jumped out and bounced twice, and a line of cute bubble text appeared above its head. "Menstrual period reminder: Today is the first day, remember to take good care of Sweetheart Baby."
He was stunned for a moment, then walked to the drinking water bar.
Song Yutang was lowering her head to read a book when a steaming cup of brown sugar ginger tea suddenly appeared in front of her, "Drink some of this to warm your belly."
Song Yutang was stunned. "How did you know that today is my menstrual period?"
Jiang Muyan was a little uncomfortable being asked by her, and turned away awkwardly. "I've always known it. When I was pretending to be a vegetative state, you always calculated the ovulation period and wanted to have a baby with me."
Song Yutang blushed and became embarrassed. "You are a grown man, how can you still think about this?"
Jiang Muyan said matter-of-factly, "It's not some profound knowledge, just look it up online."
What's more, he also specially designed a small program.
Song Yutang didn't want to ask such a slightly private question anymore, so he took a sip of ginger tea in a disguised manner.
Unexpectedly, the ginger flavor was not overpowering and the sweetness was just right.
Just...
Very delicious.
She couldn't help but take another sip, her eyes brightened. "This tastes delicious, and it's warm. It doesn't feel astringent in your mouth after drinking it."
Jiang Muyan's mood also improved. "Of course, I have tried more than ten brands."
Song Yutang blinked. "Huh?"
Now that he had spilled the beans, Jiang Muyan scratched his head in embarrassment. "My college roommate said that the first lesson for a good boyfriend is to learn how to make brown sugar ginger tea. I have never seen you drink it, and I was afraid that you would not be used to it. I bought more than a dozen brands a few days in advance and tried them all. This one is the best..."
"Ha..." Song Yutang couldn't help but laugh.
Quite attentive.
Completely different from Li Zerui.
Song Jianye and Jiang Dingkun are two different species.
He is a good man and a good husband.
Well...
It seems that it would be good to talk about a more emotional married life.
She subconsciously glanced at the sofa.
Since the showdown, Jiang Muyan has been sleeping on the sofa.
Although their sofa is very comfortable, a tall man who is over 180 meters tall always feels suffocated when squeezed into the sofa and cannot even turn over.
This is obviously Jiang Muyan's room, so it doesn't seem good to let someone sleep on the sofa all the time.
Otherwise...
Just let him go back to bed tonight?