Girlfriends wear 90s clothes and become military wives together

Who gave her the guts to propose directly to someone? Now she doesn't even know the other person's financial situation or property situation. Who was it that offered to support her before?

Now, look what happened. She's been slapped in the face. Not only does he have money in his card, he also owns a house in North City. His conditions are not much worse than hers.

Just when Zhong Chuchu was speechless, Bo Munian's face became serious. He guessed that his young wife was silent and must not like the house, so he did not hesitate and directly grabbed Zhong Chuchu's hand.

"Don't look at furniture for now, go take a look at my house first. If you don't like it, we can buy a new house to be our wedding home."

After saying that, he took Zhong Chuchu's arm and walked out of the furniture store. Zhong Chuchu was passively dragged forward by the man, looking embarrassed.

"Hey, don't drag me away, I didn't say I don't like your house!"

It doesn't matter what the house looks like; the key is how the man and she get along after marriage. If they get along well, even if they live in a dog hole, their life will be sweet. If they don't get along well, even if they live in a villa, they will have to live a life worse than death every day.

But Bo Mu Nian didn't think so. He said as he pulled Zhong Chuchu forward.

"Let's go and take a look first. What if you don't like it?"

After saying that, he hurriedly stuffed Zhong Chuchu into the jeep, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed towards where he lived like an arrow.

Zhong Chuchu sat in the passenger seat, looking at the scenery outside the car window. The car came out of the sparsely populated furniture store, gradually passed through the urban area, and finally stopped in the city center, at the door of a quiet and independent courtyard house in the bustling city.

What's even more exaggerated is that the courtyard houses these days actually have garages. Bo Munian drove the car all the way into the basement parking lot, pulled Zhong Chuchu into the courtyard house from the basement stairs, looked at the antique and pure Chinese-style courtyard house in front of him, and turned his head to Zhong Chuchu and said.

"Here we are. This is the house I live in North City. Take a look and see if you like it. If not, we can move on to a new wedding house!"

Zhong Chuchu looked at the Chinese courtyard house in front of her, which was decorated in an antique style and full of charm. The large floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the pavilions and towers in the courtyard. It was so luxurious that it seemed like a dream. She couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Bo Mu Nian, is this the house you live in? It's so luxurious. How can you, a soldier, get so much money?"

Just now, when the man bought her wedding jewelry, she could tell that he was very generous in spending money, and his family must be quite wealthy.

It was not until she saw the antique-style Chinese courtyard house in front of her and the pavilions and towers with carved beams and painted pillars in the courtyard that Zhong Chuchu finally became sure that the man in front of her was definitely a big shot.

Otherwise, the renovation cost of this house alone could buy two or three houses in North City.

Anyone who can invest such a large sum of money in decorating the place where he lives is definitely a person who pursues the quality of life. And to pursue the quality of life, it requires not only RMB, but also sufficient power and wealth.

Zhong Chuchu's words made the man chuckle. He turned his head and looked at the little woman in front of him steadily, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said slowly.

"Of course I couldn't have earned so much money just by being a soldier. This money was earned by me and other friends through investing outside, and I also bought a house for myself."

Having said that, he suddenly remembered something, and immediately took out a passbook from his pocket and handed it to Zhong Chuchu.

"By the way, this is my salary book. Since we're married, I'll give it to you to keep. If you want to buy something, just withdraw the money from it. After we get married, I'll support the family."

Although his salary was not very high, it was enough to support their small family of two. Of course, if Zhong Chuchu felt that the money in his salary was not enough, he could give her some more.

Looking at the passbook handed to her, Zhong Chuchu subconsciously refused.

"Here, you should take it. It's not good to give me your salary. I can support myself. You don't have to give me any special allowance."

The small clinic she and Ruan Wanxin run is quite profitable, especially these days when market regulation is weak. Their cost of getting medicine is also very low.

They earn a lot, so supporting a family is not a problem at all. In fact, they have become wealthy women thanks to this small clinic. As long as there are no huge expenses, supporting a small family is not a problem at all.

Bo Mu Nian was very reserved. He directly stuffed the passbook in his hand into Zhong Chuchu's hand and said without any question.

"The money you earn is yours, and you can spend it as you please. But since we're married, I have to support the family. I'm a man, and I can't rely on a woman to support the family after marriage. Take my salary book, and when we need to buy something for our little home, we can just withdraw money from it."

Zhong Chuchu held the salary book that was stuffed into her hand, looking embarrassed. Just as she was about to put it back, she saw the man's originally gentle face turned serious and he spoke seriously.

"Don't give it back to me! If you give me back my salary, it means I'm suspected of being a gigolo. I don't want to be ridiculed for being married and unable to support my own wife."

Zhong Chuchu: “…”

Okay, since you want to give it, then I'll be polite. As for money, no one can complain about having too much.

Thinking of this, Zhong Chuchu casually put Bo Mu's salary into her pocket. In theory, it is indeed the man's responsibility to support the family after marriage. Since he is giving it to her, she should accept it. In the future, the common expenses of the family will be paid from the man's salary.

The man's expression improved visibly after Zhong Chuchu accepted his salary and capital, and he took her hand and said.

"Come on, I'll take you to visit this house and see if you're satisfied. If you are, we'll live here after we get married. If not, we'll buy a new house for our wedding."

Zhong Chuchu was passively dragged by the man to visit the courtyard. From time to time, he pointed out the rockery and flowing water, as well as the meaning of the original decoration of the pavilions and towers. There was a sense of grandeur of flying eaves and walls and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River.

"This incense burner was left by my great-grandfather's generation." The two walked to a compartment, and Bo Munian pointed to an incense burner and introduced it.

Zhong Chuchu looked at the incense burner, which was rich in history and culture, and silently withdrew her gaze. She thought to herself, "Could your great-grandfather be a great scholar in history? Otherwise, how could a history novice like me see such a profound historical atmosphere in an incense burner?"

I have to say that the decoration of this courtyard house, whether it is the materials or the handicrafts displayed inside, is quite pleasing to the eye.