Sweet 80s

He Na's trick was very effective.

When a beautiful woman sheds tears, few men can bear it.

What's more, Zhou Zheng, who had evil intentions from the beginning, seized the opportunity to climb up.

Zhou Zheng couldn't stand it after just a few soft words.

He hurriedly comforted her: "There are many ways to make money, sister, you can't have such thoughts."

"I'm just a little woman, what can I do? There's no one around me who can help me. Brother Zhou, why is my life so miserable..."

He Na kept trying to get into Zhou Zheng's arms, making his heart flutter.

I would rather suffer myself than make others suffer.

Help! I'll help you right away!

"Sister, if you don't mind, I'll help you think of a solution."

I'm just waiting for your words.

After Zhou Zheng finished speaking, He Na was reluctant to give in.

She gradually sat up straight, wiped her tears, and asked aggrievedly.

"What can you do? It's not just three or five yuan of pocket money. Besides, the money is in my sister-in-law's hands, and she won't agree."

He Na knew something about Zhou Zheng's family.

The reason why she said this was to provoke the other party, which was a disguised way of saying that the financial power of the family was not in Zhou Zheng's hands.

You can say a man is ugly, but you can't say he is bad.

On the one hand, it is physical condition, and on the other hand, it is family status.

"You must be joking. I have the final say in my family. How can an old woman like her control me?"

Zhou Zheng just wanted to appear tough in front of He Na, but he never considered the other related problems that might arise from it.

After hearing this, He Na wiped away her tears and cast a warm look of gratitude towards Zhou Zheng.

When dry wood meets raging fire, there seems to be a rhythm of cremating each other.

After returning home, the moment the key is inserted into the keyhole.

Zhou Zheng's excited mental state was gradually cooling down.

"You're back. Why are you so late today? The kids and I have finished eating. The rice is in the pot. You can help yourself."

Although Wu Aimin is not very busy at work, she cannot leave whenever she wants.

After get off work, I have to buy groceries and cook, so I can’t relax.

She was tired after a day of work and did not notice Zhou Zheng's subtle changes in time. She returned to her room and tried on a dress that she had ordered a few days ago.

The dress was tailor-made at a roadside tailor's stall.

It should be a perfect fit made according to your height and measurements.

Unexpectedly, when Wu Aimin put it on, she couldn't zip up the back zipper to the top.

She shouted for Zhou Zheng to help.

Zhou Zheng came behind the other person, glanced at him with disdain, grabbed his clothes with both hands and exerted force to zip them up.

Wu Aimin stood in front of the mirror and looked left and right.

I was very happy with the style of the skirt, but I was troubled by the protruding belly breasts and the fat on my waist and back.

"What's going on? I haven't even worn this skirt yet, but it's already made me look thinner. It's really weird. Hey, Old Zhou, is it because the tailor is too old and made the wrong size?"

Zhou Zheng's mind was filled with thoughts on how to get the money from her legitimately, and he didn't even listen to what the other party said.

Wu Aimin asked again when she got no response.

"I'm asking you something!"

Zhou Zheng replied perfunctorily: "It looks good."

"No, I mean, why is this dress so skinny!"

Zhou Zheng was impatient with the question and replied with a straight face.

"Will clothes make you thinner? They are not living things. It's obviously you who have gained weight."

Wu Aimin was not angry after hearing this. She turned around and looked at herself in the mirror again.

"This shouldn't be the case. I've gained so much weight in just a few days. No, I have to go find that tailor to make some alterations, otherwise I won't be able to wear this."

After saying that, Wu Aimin wanted to take off her skirt.

When people are fat, there is fat all over their body.

Wu Aimin stretched out her arms and tried to unzip the zipper behind her, but she couldn't do it any further.

The piled-up fat and bloated body stood like a mountain in front of the mirror, but even the frame of the mirror could not be seen.

His legs were like two thick tree trunks, and the flesh on his body undulated like waves.

After working hard for half a day, Wu Aimin was exhausted and gasping for breath, with sweat constantly oozing out of his head and face.

Perhaps she was a little impatient, so she gripped the zipper head tightly and pushed it down hard.

With a loud bang, the lines on both sides of Wu Aimin's waist broke, and her skirt was torn apart, leaving two big holes on the left and right.

"Oh my god, what should I do..."

Zhou Zheng heard it but was too lazy to move. He picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all.

Since the clothes were already torn, Wu Aimin didn't care about the zipper and simply took off the skirt.

She looked at herself in the mirror and saw her round waist, which was smooth and shapeless without any shape at all, and couldn't stop complaining.

"What can I do? I gain weight even by drinking water..."

Zhou Zheng outside the house snorted coldly and turned his head away, his eyes full of disgust. He was unwilling to look at her carefully and was too lazy to pay any attention.

In the next few days, he started to think of ways to help He Na.

Wu Aimin would definitely not agree to the claim that she needed money, given her personality. The only way was to use her parents as an excuse.

After work, he returned to his parents' home and mentioned that a distant relative was in urgent need of money.

Zhou's father and mother are old and do not have the contact information of this relative, so they let the other party talk.

But he hasn't thought of a specific excuse yet.

There are only two reasons why relatives of this age would borrow money: one is that the elderly person is sick, and the other is that the child is getting married.

At the dinner table that night, Zhou Zheng spoke to Wu Aimin.

"Emmine, has that dress been altered?"

Wu Aimin picked up a piece of braised pork with rich red sauce, put it into her mouth and started chewing it.

"No, it's so torn that I can't wear it even if I alter it."

"Just throw it away. Next time you ask a tailor to make clothes for you, you can save some fabric and wear it for a while longer."

"Yes, I found another piece of material this afternoon and will make a new set of clothes another day."

The three children finished their meals and returned to their rooms one after another.

Zhou Zheng was ready to get to the point.

"By the way, how much money is in our bank account?"

Normally, Zhou Zheng didn't take this seriously, so when he asked her this suddenly, Wu Aimin reacted subconsciously but didn't answer directly.

"What's the matter, you need money?"

"My father has a younger brother in his hometown, my sixth uncle. Do you remember? He came to our wedding."

Wu Aimin rolled her eyes and immediately judged that the other party might want to borrow money, so she directly stopped Zhou Zheng from thinking about it.

"What's the matter? Is your sixth uncle sick and in urgent need of money, or is his son getting married and building a house and needs to borrow money? I tell you, there is no money!"

Zhou Zheng, who was drinking porridge from a bowl, almost choked.

The two reasonable and sound reasons were all anticipated by the other party in advance. Zhou Zheng was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"He's not an outsider. What's wrong with me helping him? You just came up and there's nothing there."

Wu Aimin chuckled twice in disdain.

"Come on, you have a lot of relatives, dozens of uncles, so what? If I need money, I'll just borrow from you. Does our family own a bank?"

"He's so old, it's not easy for him to talk back. Besides, he has so many relatives, and they don't ask for money every day. Look at what you said, why is it so unpleasant to hear."

Faced with Zhou Zheng's reasonable rebuttal, Wu Aimin did not buy it.

"It doesn't matter how old I am, or what I said, it's just two words: no money!"

After saying that, Wu Aimin poured all the leftovers from the plates on the table into her own bowl.

He shoveled the food into his mouth very quickly, turned around, picked up the dishes and bowls and brought them to the kitchen.

Zhou Zheng rolled his eyes at her and said that asking for this idea directly would be a dead end.

The soft one is not enough and the hard one is not enough.

It was midsummer and Wu Aimin was overweight and naturally afraid of the heat.

The electric fan in the room kept whirring all night long.

The regular noise made Wu Aimin fall into a deep sleep, and her snoring was deafening.

He's the type that can't be woken up unless you slap him twice.

Such convenient conditions are simply like divine help.

That night, Zhou Zheng climbed out of bed.

He tiptoed to the cabinet where valuables were kept and gently opened the compartment where the passbook was placed.

After opening a biscuit tin, all the passbooks were inside.

He and Wu Aimin's salaries and savings were all deposited in Nanhe City Commercial Bank.

Due to insufficient light and not daring to turn on the light, he vaguely found the red-covered one from a stack of passbooks.

Just when he thought that he had successfully obtained the passbook and everything was going well, Wu Aimin's fat body rolled violently on the bed.

The whole bed was shaking and making creaking sounds...