You have the right not to speak.

Apart from The Untamed and Gray Cat who are prone to obesity, the shortest is uncle Chen Deqing who is 168cm tall, and Chen Wenbin who is 171cm tall. The men in the Chen family all maintain their bodies very well.

The father, Chen Ziye, is 175cm tall. Although he is already years old, the years do not seem to have left too many marks on him. He still has a natural oval face, with delicate features that look like they were carved out, and a noble and elegant temperament that makes people fall in love with him. He is a killer of housewives.

Chen Ziye slowly walked to his wife's side, gently took the account book from her hand, and then gently supported her shoulders and said softly

: "Today is a day off, stop watching, you've been watching all day." Then, he leaned close to his wife's ear and whispered softly: "Let's go to bed early, okay?"

Speaking in a codeword that only the couple can understand

When these words came out, the hot air hit Song Liyu's face, instantly dyeing her cheeks tomato red. Chen Ziye gently comforted her: "I will talk to Dad tomorrow. You have been working hard for our little family. I will give you a good massage in return."

Hearing this, Song Liyu's eyes suddenly turned red, and she was so moved that she couldn't express it in words: "Thank you for marrying me."

Tears blurred her vision instantly, but she still tried hard to blink her eyes, trying not to look so out of control.

Chen Ziye looked at the still beautiful woman in front of him affectionately, his heart filled with endless love and pity. He gently held Song Liyu's cheek, slowly lowered his head, and gently kissed her cherry-like red lips. At this moment, time seemed to stop passing, and the whole world was left with only the two of them.

Chen Ziye's voice was low and gentle: "I also want to thank you for being willing to marry me."

There was determination and commitment in his eyes, as if he wanted to engrave this love in his heart forever.

After that, he took Song Liyu's hand, smiled and said, "Let's go, let's take a shower and wash up, and then go to bed early."

Song Liyu nodded slightly and let Chen Ziye lead her hand to the bathroom. Their steps were light and harmonious, as if they were dancing a beautiful dance.

After entering the bathroom, Chen Ziye carefully helped Song Liyu prepare hot water and toiletries. The warm water washed over their bodies, washing away the fatigue and stress of the day. In this warm atmosphere, the two enjoyed each other's company and care.

After taking a shower, Chen Ziye gently dried Song Liyu's hair with a soft towel. His movements were gentle and delicate, and every detail revealed his care and love for her. Song Liyu stood there quietly, feeling Chen Ziye's care, with a warm current of happiness surging in her heart.

Finally, they changed into comfortable pajamas and returned to the bedroom hand in hand. Lying on the spacious bed, Chen Ziye hugged Song Liyu tightly in his arms, letting her feel his solid chest and warm body temperature.

In this quiet night, they snuggled up to each other and looked forward to a better life in the future. . Primitive desires filled their hearts... Song Liyu responded enthusiastically...

The next day

翠院

The leaders Chen Qingling and his wife, Chen Ziye and his wife, as well as their three grandchildren Wen Qiang, Bixia, and Wen Bin, and their uncle Chen Di, were sitting in the conference room at 9 o'clock in the morning.

Another impromptu family meeting

Haihua went to get a neat buzz cut early in the morning, looking more energetic. When he got home, he found out that his grandfather had indeed come, so he was the last one to arrive. It was great to be young, bringing a whirlwind of youth. Even Chen Di felt that his little nephew was really eye-catching and stunningly beautiful.

Chen Qing Ling looked at his grandson's new look with great satisfaction, and told Aunt Qing, the live-in worker he brought from Dong's residence, "Ah Qing, everyone is here, please help deliver nine breakfasts."

Aunt Qing, a worker, pushed a small double-decker food cart and divided the food into nine portions quickly. She then pushed three baskets away. Haihua no longer had to worry about her cousin Zhiwen's food.

After a while, the worker Aunt Qing came with a pot of hot tea and cups, divided them into nine cups, filled them with tea, and left quickly.

The breakfast was served in a steamer, with a large barbecued pork bun, a raw meat bun, and three shrimp dumplings, and the aroma was rich. Grandpa Chen Qing Ling said again: "You are all hungry, let's eat quickly, we all have to go to the thread factory for a meeting soon. Haihua, you have to go too."

"Haihua, does your back still hurt? If it hurts a lot, don't go. Your health is more important. Let's wait for the next opportunity to go..." Grandpa said to Haihua with concern.

When Haihua heard that his grandfather had called his name, he quickly responded, "Don't worry, Grandpa! I feel much better now and can go with everyone!"

Grandpa Chen Qing Ling nodded with satisfaction, without saying another word. He silently picked up the barbecued pork buns on the table and ate them in big mouthfuls, as if time had become extremely tight.

When the others saw Grandpa doing this, they followed suit and began to wolf down their food. For a moment, the whole scene became extremely quiet, and the only sound was the sound of people chewing their food.

Haihua looked up at his mother, Song Liyu, and saw that she was tall, at least 168cm tall. Today, his mother wore a light yellow floral silk long-sleeved shirt, which made her look fresh and elegant; and a plain yellow gauze skirt, which made her look more elegant and lively.

She was wearing a pair of black glossy two-inch high heels, which made her look elegant and generous. Her hair was still half-tied up, with a velvet scarlet hairpin on it, which made her beautiful eyes look even more charming, and she looked a little fairy-like. However, her expression was serious at this time. She seemed to have a lot on her mind.

My father was still wearing a high-end gray shirt and black trousers, dressed like a successful man. He sat there, as calm and solemn as a sculpture.

Chen Wenbin, who was sitting next to him, suddenly said, "Chen Haihua, how long are you going to keep peeking at me?"

This sentence was like a thunder, breaking the originally calm atmosphere. Chen Haihua was suddenly shocked, and he realized that his behavior had been discovered.

The electric eyes slowly moved towards Chen Wenbin, and were surprised to find that he was completely different from usual. At this time, Chen Wenbin was wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt, a pair of blue jeans, a brown belt around his waist, and a pair of sneakers on his feet. His overall image looked young and fashionable, exuding a unique charm.

This fresh and coquettish style of dressing surprised Chen Haihua. Haihua had never seen Chen Wenbin like this before, and she couldn't help but feel curious and puzzled. At this moment, Chen Wenbin seemed to have been reborn, showing a completely different style from usual.