Famous family warm marriage: black-bellied husband can't afford to offend

Chapter 833
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Violence flashed in his eyes, he would not let Huo Chenchen and the others get their wish.

"Heh... years of emotional mispayment... Weiming, am I wrong? Am I wrong?"

Asking back one after another, accompanied by tears, Zhou Weiming's clothes were wet.

He looked at the person who should have been held in the palm of his hand and cared for, but was in such distress and pain at the moment. The person he had always respected as an angel was forced into hell. Burn everything.

He curled up his hands on the back of the sofa, and finally hugged him in his arms, "Ah Yan, no, I will never let anyone who hurt you, I will never let you go ..."

"I didn't know he could record. I didn't expect him to distrust me to such an extent...Weiming, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I hurt you, I hurt you."

"He wants to deal with me, he wants to help that bitch deal with me. Lin Yue, recording, divorce, and even Hongfa are doomed. Weiming, I hate, I hate..."

Zhou Weiming let her vent in his arms, holding her arms constantly.

His eyes were filled with the determination to regard death as home.

Ah Yan, it doesn't hurt...

It won't be long, it won't be long and I will let them taste the pain you have suffered today.

It's a very humble little house, but the yard is extraordinarily large, not far from the sea, the wooden fence is covered with roses, bright red, pink, bright white, bright yellow complement each other, blooming delicately in the sun.

All the homes have a sense of age, bamboo rattan chairs, wooden carved tables and chairs, placed in the open air, the environment is comfortable and quiet, and the air is fresh and pleasant.

It's a great place to dine.

In the courtyard, there are old people trimming rose vines, many but not chaotic, very artistic.

Flower-shaped arch, a faint floral fragrance lingers in the nose.

Mu Geunge thought that Yaoyao's secret base was already a rare paradise, and didn't want Haicheng, which is a metropolis, to have such a fairyland on earth suitable for emigration.

But at this moment, some people have no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery.

The table is square, just enough for four people to sit.

Mu Geinge and Huo Yichen chose to sit next to each other, so Lu Qingqing had to be next to Chu Yulian.

Looking up at Lu Qingqing who was standing still, Mu Ge asked, "Qingqing, why don't you sit down?"

Lu Qingqing met her gaze with downcast eyes, and wanted to ask if he could not eat with a bitter face?
But in the end, I still couldn't ask.

He sat down reluctantly, and soon a middle-aged woman came out.

The woman had scars on her face, a scar on her left cheek, and several scars of various sizes on the arms exposed by the rolled up sleeves, which looked like burns.

The woman came over with a smile, her gaze was gentle, and she gestured to the dead man.

Mu Geunge didn't understand sign language, so she turned to look at Huo Yichen, but saw complex emotions in the man's eyes.

"As usual." He said softly, and then added: "Then prepare a few dishes that are suitable for pregnant women, and don't put anything that pregnant women can't eat in the previous ones."

Hearing the word "pregnant woman", Mu Geange noticed that the eyes of the woman beside her lit up, and she looked at her a little excitedly, but it was quickly suppressed, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth was only widened.

The woman gestured a few more times, and Mu Geunge heard the opposite party come out and say, "Here is a bottle of homemade, and then two glasses of milk."

"I don't want to drink milk." As soon as the words fell, Lu Qingqing immediately retorted, "I'm not a child, I want to drink too."

Chu Yulian leaned against the back of the chair, crossed her legs, looked lazy and casual, and asked with the same eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

"Definitely, definitely and definitely!" Lu Qingqing was not influenced by him, and she never restricted her from drinking before, "And the third sister-in-law is pregnant, and I'm not a pregnant woman, so I don't want to drink milk."

"Isn't it?" Chu Yulian leaned on the arm of the chair with one hand and looked at her sideways, staring at her with deep and deep eyes, "Maybe..."

Touching the man's meaningful gaze, Lu Qingqing thought of the mistake she made not long ago because of drinking, and immediately retorted: "I don't want it anymore, it's so lonely for the third sister-in-law to drink milk alone, let's go together, together." The eyes turned into knives , shooting at the man next to him.

Pursing his lips, he sat there angrily, with his hands folded around his chest, fully expressing his dissatisfaction.

Chu Yulian watched, her eyes squinted softly, her thin lips slowly raised, he poured a cup of tea for each of the four, and handed one of the cups to her.

Lu Qingqing now finds that he is not pleasing to the eye. She used to think he was a good person, but since that night, she feels that everything is not pleasing to the eye.

Although, that night, I got drunk first and bullied others later, and I didn't intend to admit it afterwards, and this person also said that it's okay, and they treated it as a secret between each other.

But now, as soon as this man opened his mouth, she felt that he was going to mention that night.

They agreed that that night was a secret between the two of them, he was not allowed to tell it, and he agreed.

But Lu Qingqing just felt that she was not at ease, and she didn't have much memory of how drunk she was that night, but there was evidence in his mobile phone.

What can she do?
After all, he was all to blame for taking her to such a charming place.

But he was also clamoring to go.

After much deliberation, Lu Qingqing wished she could hit herself a few times.

Isn't it just a lovelorn, and it's not the end of the world.

What's more, knowing that he doesn't like me is not a matter of today, and I have nothing to buy to get drunk, and this is what happened in the end.

Like a discouraged ball, Lu Qingqing lay weakly on the table.

"Sister-in-law three, don't stop me today, I want to eat until I burst."

Looking at the people who obviously turned their grief and anger into food, Mu Zhenge looked at the strange behavior of the two people after meeting today, and asked, "Is there something wrong with you two?"

Lu Qingqing exploded like a kitten whose tail was stepped on, "What's the matter? What can I do with him? It's okay, it's okay." She took the teacup and drank it all the time, not daring to look at Mu Geunge's probing eyes.

Chu Yulian looked at the little woman who said "we have something to do" but was still trying to hide it, with a smile in her eyes.

Glancing at Lu Qingqing, who was obviously guilty, Mu Geunge looked at Chu Yulian who was opposite, and just happened to look into his eyes with the undisguised tenderness.

In her impression, Chu Yulian has the best temper among the few of them. She has no desires or desires. She has never seen him get angry, nor has he expressed ecstasy over anything. He seems to be born with a lack of emotional nerves. Everything is faint.

But at this moment, she is too familiar with the emotion in this man's eyes.

Because she now sees such a pair of eyes every day.

Turning around involuntarily, looking at the man beside him, as if sensing it, Huo Yichen looked sideways at the same time, his eyes overflowing with tenderness, as if gathering all the brilliance.

In an instant, a box in my heart was opened, and the answer was ready to come out.

Mu Geunge silently asked with his eyes: "They..."

Huo Yichen replied with an affirmative smile.

Mu Geunge was taken aback, and then relaxed.

If it was him, Qingqing would be happy.

and--

His gaze once again fell on Lu Qingqing, who had always only dared to stare at Chu Yulian in secret, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart, is perfect.

(End of this chapter)