My wife is in my arms

Chapter 13 What do you want to do?
Zhang You, standing on the balcony, couldn't help shaking his head as he listened to Han Hui's complaints.

As for Teacher Zhao, Zhang You couldn't make any comments on him because he didn't know him well. But from an outsider's perspective, Zhang You felt that although this person was not very particular about his work, he didn't make any major mistakes.

No matter what song.

There are always some singers who are suitable and some who are not.

Take Zhao Lei's "A Diao" for example, which was directly pushed to a new height by Angela Chang, and JJ Lin's "The Wind Rises", which was later made popular by the guy who bought chili peppers and sang it in a roll.

The most famous of these is Huang Xiaohu's "Sudden Self", which finally became popular in the hands of Wu Bai.

This time, Teacher Zhao...maybe he was concerned about this, and since others gave him more, it was natural. As for not informing Han Hui in advance...maybe it was a personality problem, but it is not ruled out that musicians are not very good at being tactful.

The two talked for a while.

When she saw the restaurant, Jiang Yiren went into the kitchen and started cooking.

Zhang You didn't say anything. He didn't dare to guarantee whether Jiang Yiren had brought him a portion of the meal she had prepared.

After standing on the balcony for a while, Zhang You realized that the balcony of Zhang Yi's house was indeed very large. He planned to go to the potted plant market in the next few days to get some green plants and learn how to grow them. If he could, he would also buy a few birds to cultivate his sentiments.

Even if I don't work, I can still earn 100,000 yuan a month.

These days... no matter what others think, Zhang You is content.

Back in the living room, Zhang You sat on the sofa. In front of Han Hui, he picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and continued watching the video of Jiang Yiren's concert.

Different from privately.

Jiang Yiren is extremely lively on the stage. It can be seen that this woman really enjoys being a singer and the atmosphere of standing under the spotlight. However, her dancing posture cannot be said to be very bad, nor is it very good. It can only be said to be average.

"Hey, the sun is rising from the west. Someone stopped playing cards and started watching his wife's concert video."

Han Hui sneered.

"If you are ugly, talk less"

Zhang You didn't even look at Han Hui, and replied casually, "If you are old and ugly, don't talk."

"..."

Han Hui was stunned.

Then, she flew into a rage, staring at Zhang You with a fiery gaze and saying, "Who are you calling old and ugly?!"

"Why are you so excited!?"

Zhang You turned to look at Han Hui in confusion and said, "Did I say that to you? Or do you think I was referring to you? No way! You actually think of yourself like that, you shouldn't! Actually, you look okay and you're not that old. Really, Han Hui, right? I think you should have some confidence in yourself."

"Are you trying to pick a fight on purpose?!"

Han Hui gritted her teeth.

In the past, even though she despised Zhang You, she only despised him for beating women and loving gambling instead of working. But today... she had the urge to tear him apart.

The attack power of this thing seems to have shifted from the hands to the mouth.

The key point is that he is so fucking vicious. If it were just that, it would be fine, but he pretended to care about her and tried to make her feel more confident.

"hehe"

Seeing that Han Hui looked like she was about to explode at any moment, Zhang You chuckled twice.

Then, he put down the remote control in his hand, and in front of Han Hui, he clenched his palms little by little, and continued, "After signing that agreement with my wife last night, I felt an inexplicable itch in my fist. I always want to hit something!? Mr. Han, where do you think I should hit my fist to stop the itch? If I'm not mistaken, you will definitely say, if you have the guts, try hitting me!"

Han Hui opened her mouth and heard Zhang You say this.

She forced herself to hold back the words that were about to come out of her mouth. Perhaps it was too difficult and her face turned red.

Then, she heard Zhang You continue, "What I want to tell you is that you think too much. No matter how brave I am, I will not lay a hand on an old man like you. If I hit you, I won't even get the 100,000 yuan from my wife, and I will have to pay it back in advance. I am like a bank. I never do business that loses money. It seems that I would fight in the past, but you know, people always grow up. Now... I have grown up."

Han Hui stood up from the sofa. She didn't want to spend even a second with this thing.

Compared to the previous fights, this thing can make people so angry that they want to vomit blood.

Especially since he did all the talking, leaving her speechless. If she forced herself to speak, she would be like a yes-man.

Transitioned.

Han Huineng could clearly sense that Jiang Yiren's husband had completely changed his personality. He had switched from beating people until they bled to the more challenging technique of inflicting bleeding through anger. This was a complete technical upgrade.

Being angry to the point of vomiting blood and beating someone until they bleed are two different concepts.

One has to bear legal responsibility, the other... may or may not be responsible.

Go into the kitchen.

Han Hui exhaled several times in succession, finally relieving the stagnation in her heart. She lowered her head and whispered to Jiang Yiren, "Did you notice that your husband's personality changed drastically after being hit on the head by your daughter?"

"kindness"

Jiang Yiren discovered this when she came back.

But this was actually a good thing for her. As long as he stopped gambling and stopped hitting her, he could take care of the rest. At noon, Jiang Yiren still cooked for Zhang You.

With him present, neither Jiang Yiren nor Han Hui had any intention of talking about work and just finished their meal. Since Jiang Yiren was at home, Zhang You did not insist on clearing the dishes.

Go back to your room.

Zhang You took a nap.

People tend to feel sleepy after lunch, regardless of the season. In his previous life, Zhang You couldn't sleep even though he wanted to. On the one hand, the pressure from work was too great, causing him to suffer from insomnia. On the other hand, even when he was on his way to the next notice, he had to make some preparations in advance.

There is nothing simple in the adult world.

This is especially true for artists.

We have to be responsible to the organizers and also to the audience who spent money.

During this period, he had to be responsible for his wife, children and the elderly, but he forgot to be responsible for himself. It was because of this that he eventually died suddenly on the stage.

However, Zhang You had no complaints about this matter.

Although he made a lot of money at that time, but he had such a spendthrift wife... really... he could survive, but if he really died, he would die.

As for divorce..., whenever he mentions it, he brings up the past.

From being with him when he had nothing to having a child, she had given everything for this family. Now that he was successful, it was all because of her stock speculation...

The main reason was that Zhang You was too soft-hearted at that time. Every time his "devil" wife lost money, she would immediately promise that this would be the last time, and then again and again.

it's good now.

She finally got what she wanted.

You can use his sudden death compensation to make a big splash.

"Taking a nap"

in the living room.

Han Hui said, "It's incredible. He has really changed. He eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats. He really lives like a pig."

“That’s good.”

Jiang Yiren glanced towards the second bedroom, and a rare smile from the heart appeared on her delicate face. However, Han Hui's next words made the smile disappear in an instant, and a hint of worry appeared in her eyes.

"I just don't know how long this can last!?"

　Few people voted for the new book, all went to vote for the previous one. I am also drunk. Two or three hundred subscriptions forced me to cut a lot of space and end it hastily. Really, do we really have to wait until we lose it before we know how to cherish it?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)