conspirator's love

It's so easy to take a weekend off, the last person Fang Yan wants to see is Zhang Zilu, and the last thing he wants to do is to go home with a lot of regrets and be interviewed by the second elder.

Unfortunately, these two "tops in the world" made her catch up this Saturday.She thought to herself, could my mother really have a super sixth sense, why would she call Zhang Zilu and let them go home together?

The strangest thing is that this time Zhang Zilu didn't show his habitual pushback and reluctance, but actively offered to come to pick up the dialect at the gate of Mo Jiaxin's community.

The dialect clearly smelled of conspiracy and conspiracy.

Mo Jiaxin knew that she was going home with Zhang Zilu, but she didn't mind at all. She just found a bottle of good wine for Fang Yan to take with her, and specially instructed, "I haven't been back for a long time, so spend more time with the old man. Come back after dinner." .”

Dialect took her hand and wept, partly because his wife is virtuous, and partly because he felt that today was the day's culprit and it was not appropriate to go out.

Regarding the uncontrollable factor - Zhang Zilu, the policy of dialect is consistent, suspicious strategically, flattering tactically.

After all, besides the divorce, he still has a braid who lives with Mo Jiaxin in his hands.He sold himself casually, that was the rhythm of a heroic sacrifice.

Dialect is resistant to the situation of being caught by her ex-husband with pigtails all over her head, but a hero does not suffer immediate losses, and bows his head when he bows his head.

Seeing her getting into the car, Zhang Zilu pretended to look at his watch, implying that his time was precious.

The dialect was immediately understood, and he slavishly greeted Zhang, "Did you sleep well yesterday? I'm so sorry that you couldn't sleep in on Saturday."

Zhang Zilu seemed to have found a little balance, and nodded with a big belly: "It's not bad. I'm still hungry. Let's have a Cantonese-style morning tea together."

"That's so embarrassing." It's been a long time, and the dialect is half surprised and half surprised.

"Don't be embarrassed, you pay the bill anyway." He started the car leisurely, and a burst of RAP poured out from the radio.

Fang Yan turned his face to pull the seat belt, and silently scolded him 321 in the rhythm of rap.

Carrying the small purse after losing weight, Dialect thought silently, that's fine, the cannibal's mouth is soft, as long as Zhang Zilu can perform well, I can live a more peaceful life for a few more days, it's worth it.

But Zhang Zilu is indeed not useless, he actually took out a box of tea from the car, and took the initiative to take the red wine in the dialect's hand, acting like a considerate son-in-law, he performed very penetratingly.

She felt relieved, so she walked quickly to the front and knocked on the door, but when she opened the door, she saw her mother standing in front of the door with a rolling pin.

Fang Yan saw her mother's rolling pin, and her calves were about to turn. The reason why she grew from a monkey to a lady-like girl was due to her mother's rolling pin.

Although this rolling pin hasn't fallen on her since she looked very suave, she often wields it to show a kind of parental authority that is ready to be asserted.

She yelled in a trembling voice: "Mom..." she felt weak all over with a guilty conscience.

Fang Yan's mother glanced at her, and cast her eyes directly on Zhang Zilu behind Fang Yan, "Zilu is here, come in, come in quickly. Mom knows you love dumplings, so I specially made three fresh stuffing today."

Well, "the mother-in-law looks at the son-in-law, the more she looks at it, the happier she is."A wise saying.

"Mom," Zhang Zilu came in sideways, and put the tea and red wine on the table, "It's been a while. I prepared some wine and tea for my business trip last time. What do you want?"

This guy really knows how to borrow flowers to offer Buddha.

"Just put it on the table, I'll collect it later."

Dialect's father was making dumplings in the kitchen, when he heard a voice, he poked his head out, "Zilu, here you come, sit down and drink some tea. There is freshly brewed tea on the coffee table, pour it yourself."

Fang Yan's mother waved a rolling pin on Dialect's buttocks, "Why are you standing there, wash your hands and help make dumplings."

This treatment is indeed a real mother.

Fang Yan went into the kitchen to make dumplings, and Fang Yan's father came out to sit on the sofa and chat with Zhang Zilu.

The two talked about border disputes to the general economic situation, from football scores to celebrity cheating, all-inclusive, comparable to a dialogue column with two guests.

The dialect dad is talkative, and Zhang Zilu can carry it.

Sometimes Fang Yan can't help thinking, it's a pity that Fang Yan's father is not a woman, otherwise Zhang Zilu and Zhang Zilu would be godly couples, and they have too many common languages.Of course, you have to be 20 years younger, and you have to look good.

It's a pity that the dialect only inherited his poor tongue, not his wide knowledge, and was always ridiculed by Zhang Zilu for his superficiality.

There are seas in this world, and there are streams. The sea has the vastness of the sea, and the stream has the clarity of the stream.

Zhang Zilu was arrogant and just wanted to set sail, so naturally he couldn't appreciate the agility of the creek.

That's okay, the creek has its own sea to accommodate, and the mind blends, regardless of each other.

Dialect thinks of Mo Jiaxin, his whole heart is as soft as a piece of dough, but he can be rounded and flattened by her at will.

Hey, I don't know if my parents will treat Mo Jiaxin as kindly as they treat Zhang Zilu one day.

Dialect is suddenly a little sad, it's too early to think about the whole life, but even now it can't be satisfactory.

During lunch, my mother mentioned the matter of having a baby again and again.Changed the sorrow of the dialect from the gurgling stream to the rolling river.

"Zi Lu, you have to have a baby sooner." Fang Yan's mother gave Zhang Zilu a few big dumplings, and gave Fang Yan's father a wink.

Fang Yan's father quickly replaced the baijiu in Zhang Zilu's glass with soda water.

"The dialect is also very old, and if you don't give birth, you will be an old parturient. Don't delay any longer." As he spoke, he looked at the dialect of the old parturient, like looking at an old pumpkin with only long leaves but no fruit, "Your father Isn't mom in a hurry? They must be in a hurry to hold their grandchildren too, right?"

"No way, they are also in a hurry." Zhang Zilu stepped down the donkey, "We must hurry up, because dialect is working too much overtime now, and I am always on business trips. I think, if it is impossible, let her resign and prepare for pregnancy at home." .” As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the dialect with a caring look in his eyes.

Dialect's eyes widened, and he thought to himself, I said, why are you so cooperative, so you are waiting for me here, Zhang Zilu, if you don't make a monster, then it really is a waste of playing Liaozhai.

"Shut up," Fang Yan was about to open her mouth when a mouthful of dumplings choked her trachea. She patted her chest and took a big gulp of soda water from Zhang Zilu.

The dumplings went down, but the throat was irritated.

"That's not necessary. It's better for a woman to have her own job." Fang Yan's mother looked at her daughter distressedly, and Fang Yan's father got up and went to the kitchen to fill a bowl of dumpling soup.

"All you need to do is plan the matter of having a baby. Now everyone is paying attention to prenatal and postnatal care. Although you have to hurry up, don't be in a hurry."

The dialect gulped down another two mouthfuls of dumpling soup, and felt that my mother was really wise, big-picture, and long-term thinking.

In fact, the two of them discussed this matter a year ago. If they really resigned at home to have a child, they would be divorced and unemployed now.

Fortunately, there has always been a faint relationship between the two of them, which is called respecting each other as guests if it sounds good, and is called sharing the same bed with different dreams if it is not.Fang Yan really didn't want to just stay with him after resigning and go home, and gamble on the relationship that was not very solid in the first place.Although I also thought that maybe ten years or 20 years later, even if there is no love, there will be love.

But come to think of it, she is young and fashionable and her love is as thin as paper.When you are old and decrepit, physically and mentally exhausted, can you really cultivate a relationship of real money and mutual support?It's a joke.

Zhang Zilu immediately said tactfully, "Mom, you are right. Let's go back and make a plan."

The meal was finally finished, and the dialect pulled Zhang Zilu into the room, "Zilu, why don't you find an excuse to leave first, I'm sorry to delay you all day?"

"What excuse?" Zhang Zilu cast a sideways glance.

"Working overtime and having a meeting, the boss asked you to accompany me for a drink?" Inspiration in dialect gushed out.

"But I'm fine this afternoon." Zhang Zilu lay down on the dialect bed, "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep first."

"Zhang Zilu, don't you want to go out to meet friends on the big weekend?" Dialect continued to inspire.

"Not interested." Zhang Zilu had already closed his eyes.

"Watching a movie or something?" Dialect became more and more frustrated.

"You snatched my girlfriend away, who are you going to watch a movie with?" Zhang Zilu opened his eyes and glared at her.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, what do you want me to do?" Fang Yan wished he could fly up and gag him.

"Actually, I don't have any excessive demands. Even if you and Mo Jiaxin are in love as you said, but you are not married," he snorted and added: "Of course you can't get married. It's illegal. ?"

Fang Yan was on fire. She looked at the door and made sure that the conversation between the two would not be heard in the living room after the door was locked. She asked angrily, "And then? What do you want to say?"

"I want to say, can't you and I compete fairly?" Zhang Zilu crossed his hands behind his head, "It's okay to compete fairly, right?"

"Okay, I agree, you can compete." Dialect was almost laughed at by him.

"What's the use of your agreement? Mo Jiaxin doesn't talk to me anymore." Zhang Zilu pursed his lips, revealing an aggrieved face.

"You still know? This matter belongs to Mo Jiaxin. I don't care whether I agree or not. It's useless for you to fool around with me." Fang Yan folded his hands on his chest.

"Then what should I do? I'm just not reconciled." He sat up abruptly and amplified his voice: "I'm not happy anymore, so don't worry about dialect."

Dialect was afraid that his parents would hear him, so he hurried forward and covered his mouth: "Brother, uncle, uncle, can I beg you? Tell Mo Jiaxin clearly what you have to do, and don't torture me."

"Tch, I didn't want to come here, who told you not to tell the truth, you deserve it." Zhang Zilu lay down and leaned against the quilt. "Well, I'll sleep first."

Dialects finally know what it is to ask God is easy, but it is difficult to send God away.It's just that when the daughter and son-in-law came home today, the parents were obviously very happy, and the happiness was on their faces.

It's been half the show, and now she's going out and telling them that she's divorced, she really can't bear it.Whether to be scolded or beaten, these are trivial matters.

She sighed, "Then go to bed first." She turned and walked out the door.

Zhang Zilu jumped up and closed the door, took out his phone and sent Mo Jiaxin a WeChat message: Jiaxin, you are my true love, no matter what happens, I want to be with you.So I want to compete fairly with the dialect, she has agreed, you can give me a chance too.

After posting, he took out the dialect phone he just hid from under his pillow, and sent a WeChat message: Jiaxin, Zhang Zilu refused to leave at my house. He insisted on competing fairly with me. I'm so worried, you can't Just help me deal with him.Please please, love you.

Regardless of whether Mo Jiaxin replied to this WeChat message, Zhang Zilu felt that his goal had been achieved.He immediately deleted the communication records and stuffed the phone back under the pillow.