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Not to mention Zhao Yimian, Zhou Haiwen didn't expect that the plot would be so different from what she imagined.

Is Chen Xiangyu a Phoenix man?yes.

Did Chen Xiangyu cheat?have.

Based on these two sentences alone, one can almost make up the image of a poor woman who can't love her and is used by her husband.

It must be admitted that for a long time, the reality was similar to what Zhao Yimian and the others thought.

After all, no matter how many people tell Jiang Wenhui and Chen Xiangyu's cheating with sympathy or gloating, most of the replies they get are "just go home", "I don't care", and so on. "Women's Ring" and "Women's Training" have cultivated the image of women who endure humiliation in their bones.

But... What if Jiang Wenhui didn't care in the first place?

She doesn't care if her husband is cheating or not, and she doesn't care if Chen Xiangyu is pretending to be someone else.

"When I got married, I knew what he was. I didn't expect much from him, so naturally I couldn't say I was disappointed or not."

She neatly arranged the mahjong with her fingers, and she knew it well at a glance, her expression was calm and peaceful, as if she was talking about someone else's business.

"Actually, it was his point that I went to from the beginning."

"Huh?" Zhao Yimian's jaw dropped in shock.

Jiang Wenhui glanced at her, and a faint smile flashed in her eyes, "Do you know how expensive it is to find a handsome guy?"

While playing cards, she analyzed to the three people at the table: "In this era, beauty is a scarce resource, just like wealth. If you have wealth, even if people who know it can't share your assets, but He will be in awe of you subconsciously because of wealth, which is the non-obvious benefit brought by money..."

"It's more convenient to take care of a handsome Gao Qiong than to find Chen Xiangyu."

Shen Manyu accepted it quickly, and chatted with each other.

"I chose Chen Xiangyu, of course because he has more advantages."

Zhao Yimian also became curious, "What advantage?"

"You look handsome, don't I need to tell you?"

Jiang Wenhui glanced at several people, and they all nodded after seeing Chen Xiangyu.

Zhou Haiwen commented: "Chen Xiangyu is really okay just looking at his face."

He looks good and knows how to dress up, otherwise how could Ban Hua talk to him?

"For one thing, he is not a local, and he has a desire for a local hukou, and if he has a desire/desire, it is easy to get started.

"Secondly, he and I are college classmates, and he has a good academic qualifications, and he can pass the test of my parents.

"Thirdly, his grades and learning ability are not bad, and his physical fitness is also good. I asked him that his parents didn't have that obvious genetic disease. There is no problem with his genes. His appearance can optimize my offspring."

"My family is a relatively traditional family. The risk of fostering is too great. First, the person is not necessarily reliable, and it will be troublesome if something happens. Second, if you have a child, the child's name will not sound good."

Zhao Yimian complained subconsciously: "It's true, I was born with my mother looking for a lover. It's true that my mother is a new era woman who abandons cheating scumbags and raises herself to follow the core values ​​of socialism."

Jiang Wenhui glanced at her, "Mianmian understands me, I'm so stupid."

Zhao Yimian watched helplessly as she took a card from in front of her and slapped her right hand with her left hand.

Call you cheap.

It was time to play another card, so why did you release this card?

Jiang Wenhui played cards, and sat by the side to watch the other three play cards.

Seeing that Zhao Yimian and the others had less water in their cups, she didn't care that she was pregnant, so she picked up the water bottle and poured water for everyone.

Zhao Yimian was only annoyed for a moment, Jiang Wenhui played a small card, she didn't have much money, she was just angry with her cheap hands.

After getting angry, he quickly forgot, and continued to ask gossip, "Then what are you thinking now?"

"How else can I think about it? If Chen Xiangyu is obedient, I won't lose if I marry him. Anyway, I don't expect to be in love with anyone. After a long time, the child grows up. As my husband, I will give him what I should, But he himself is dishonest, who can be blamed?"

Jiang Wenhui's tone was flat, not much disappointment.

For some people, love is the whole of life, for some people, marriage is just an embellishment of life.

Some are icing on the cake, and none are harmless.

Jiang Wenhui is such a person.

She can think clearly, see clearly, and even nine cows can't pull back what has been decided.

When I first heard about her actions, it was a bit shocking, but after thinking about it, it seemed quite reasonable.

Anyway, Zhao Yimian thought she was pretty cool.

Shen Manyu admired from the bottom of her heart: "Awesome sister."

She usually has a pretty mouth, and when chatting with Zhao Yimian, she would clamor for a little milk dog every day.

But to make her really like Jiang Wenhui, find a man to marry for the sake of her children, and kick him away if she doesn't meet the requirements, she feels that she can't do it.

It is said that men lose their kidneys and women lose their hearts. When a man gets into bed, he can pat his butt and leave when he lifts his pants.

How clear-headed do you have to be to sort out your feelings so clearly?

"It's thanks to Mianmian. Although I've heard about Chen Xiangyu and Xin Yaxin's matter before, I haven't caught any evidence of them. My family is a conservative feudal family. I'd like to persuade you to make peace and not to leave. When it was mentioned at home that Chen Xiangyu might have cheated, my mother was even more anxious than me, telling me not to be suspicious, if it wasn't for the photo you took, I probably wouldn't have gotten rid of him so easily."

Zhao Yimian didn't expect to have her own credit for this, she was surprised and said, "Really?"

Jiang Wenhui nodded with a smile, "Really, Mianmian, don't you write novels? Do you have any intention of publishing? My family has opened a publishing house..."

"Is Huahui Publishing House right?" Zhao Yimian continued.

Jiang Wenhui was surprised, "You know?"

Zhou Haiwen said: "Mianmian has been published in your home for a long time! This is it."

As she said that, she showed Jiang Wenhui the pictures she took on her phone, "The cover of your house is quite beautiful, and the quality of the book is also good."

Jiang Wenhui laughed when she saw the cover, "It turns out that the pasta is Mianmian, who did I say, I always feel that the name sounds familiar, but it doesn't match up with you, I still recommend this book to the editor What about the department, am I pregnant? I have nothing to do at home, so I just search for novels on the Internet, Mianmian, what you wrote is so appealing to me, I have read all the articles in your column."

Zhao Yimian blushed, "Don't flatter me, I'm going to look at my tail."

"Let me see, where is it?" Shen Manyu said and was about to touch her tail.

Zhao Yimian opened her hand, "Play your cards, don't come to peek at mine, Wen Hui quickly come and help me see, am I going to mess up?"

"Nonsense," Jiang Wenhui helped her sort out, "The two families are full, and Mianmian is amazing. Fortunately, I can walk fast."

Zhao Yimian played the cards with his front foot, and Zhou Haiwen touched a chapter with his back foot. Zhao Yimian pushed the cards away, narrowed his smiling eyes, stretched out his hand to the card table and said, "Give me the money!"

"Money fan." Shen Manyu moaned and took out the money, and slapped her hand.

Zhao Yimian ignored her with a good temper, counted out the money that should be paid to Jiang Wenhui, and took all the remaining banknotes into her arms.

"happy!"

"Are you so happy for a few dozen dollars?" Jiang Wenhui said with a smile.

"Of course! This is the result of my wisdom. Let alone dozens of dollars, I am happy with a few dollars!"

Jiang Wenhui didn't speak, and under everyone's urging, restarted the next round.

It's just that her expression reveals a bit of thoughtfulness.

……

The time of meeting friends with hemp is happy, but also short-lived.

After playing happily all afternoon, it is the tormenting codeword time.

...It's actually not bad.

The main reason is that she has saved too many manuscripts now, and there is no pressure to update them, so she writes slowly.

While typing, she pricked up her ears to listen to the movement outside the door.

Several rooms in the house have good sound insulation, but the premise is that the door must be closed.

When the door is open, it is not particularly difficult to hear the movement of the door from the study.

Zhao Yimian was already sensitive to sound, so when the door lock sounded, she immediately realized that it was Shen Mingchu who had returned.

She stepped on her slippers and ran out patter.

Just as Shen Mingchu turned on the small light in the entrance, he saw Zhao Yimian running out staggeringly like a little penguin with his hands behind his back.

"Wife!" she yelled.

There was already a smile in Shen Mingchu's eyes, "Good evening."

Zhao Yimian ran in front of her, swiping——

A delicate and charming rose was sent to Shen Mingchu.

"Give it to you!"

"I won nine dollars at poker today, and this is the rose my wisdom has turned into."

Shen Mingchu received many flowers.

From fans, from fanatical suitors.

At the most exaggerated time, she even received a sea of ​​roses.

But there has never been a rose that is as beautiful as the rose in front of me.

She looked at Zhao Yimian, her eyes were serious enough to make the latter doubtful, the flowers in her hands were almost unsteady.

"Do you not like it?"

"No... I like it very much."

She lowered her head, just sniffing the petals in Zhao Yimian's hand.

The pale yellow light illuminates her outline, she has removed the makeup on her face, but the scene is still as beautiful as a picture in an old movie.

Beautiful and charming.

Zhao Yimian suspected that he might not have drunk water in the afternoon.

Otherwise, why would her throat be so dry? She crushed the rose in her hand, and the rose branch after removing the thorns was a bit rough.

But she couldn't stop the itch in her heart.

She bowed her head.

On top of the rose, he gently bit the woman's lips.

I don't know when it started to rain outside the window.

The rain was pattering, beating on the window sill, ticking.

The red rose lay quietly on the snow-white wool carpet.

Messy clothes spilled from the hallway to the bedroom.

A faint gasp leaked from the door that failed to close tightly.

One hickey after another.

Like roses blooming in the snow field.

The devout pilgrim bowed his head and kissed the most fragrant rose.

Inserting his fingers into his thick long hair, Shen Mingchu closed his eyes tightly.

my rose.

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The author has something to say:

I went to charge early in the morning, and the door didn't open until nine o'clock when I found out.

However, the service attitude of the power supply station is really good. The sister in charge spoke softly, which calmed my anxiety.

The security uncle was very enthusiastic and told me how to press the meter after charging, I'm afraid I don't know.