Ma Rong and his wife are the most harmonious couple in their generation. Their main reason is that they have better complementary personalities.
Ma Rong is strong and has a strong career aspiration. Zhang Feng is delicate and considerate, so the two have never blushed after so many years of marriage. Although Zhang Feng also has his own job, he is basically willing to be the man behind Ma Rong.
In fact, this is how couples are. One side is strong, the other side must be weak. Of course, this kind of weakness does not mean that you have no principles. Your persistence belongs to your bottom line.
Otherwise, if the strong side is too extreme, then the marriage will definitely be a mess until you can't stand it and leave sadly.
After all, Zhang Feng still understands these things, and he has been insisting on some details, such as having to let Ma Rong wash the dishes after a meal. For example, Ma Rong has to go out to buy breakfast twice a week so that Zhang Feng can sleep a little longer.
In fact, Zhang Feng was done to make Ma Rong remember that no matter how old you are, you are always a woman and my wife.
In fact, Ma Rong is sometimes impatient, but Zhang Feng refuses to give in. After so many years of perseverance, Ma Rong has become accustomed to it.
And slowly, she contracted the whole thing about buying breakfast. She got up in the morning for a while, took a walk, and bought the breakfast back. She greeted people all the way and gained the reputation of a virtuous wife.
But in fact, Zhang Feng washed his underwear at home. However, this is something that you and I want to do, so others cannot interfere.
Seeing that his son had nothing to do, he asked him to go back to bed. Ma Rong went to the study and started reading some documents. Some things would have to be approved tomorrow.
Zhang Feng brought in a cup of tea. Ma Rong liked to drink jasmine tea with some honey. Honey requires jujube nectar.
Zhang Feng put the tea on the table lightly, and then went out lightly, for fear that the louder sound would affect Ma Rong's thinking.
Hearing the sound of closing the door, Ma Rong turned her eyes off the documents. Her son's affairs reminded her of herself. What would it be like if she could marry Ye Yuze?
Then he shook his head, probably his status and Zhang Feng would be exchanged? I was willing to do this for him, but over the years, would she bear it? She didn't know.
Perhaps God knows that many marriages are not suitable for being together, so no matter how persistent you are, he will tie the red rope to others.
"Yang Wei, what are you doing? You came back so late." Zhao Ling'er shouted to her son angrily.
"I'll go find Ye Qianqian and follow them to the party!" Yang Wei didn't care about his mother's face. He mainly because he saw too much and got used to it.
"You little bastard, you have a lot of learning, but you are good at other things. Can't you read books at home for a while with this skill?" Zhao Ling'er was so angry that she was not strong enough.
Yang Wei shook his head like a rattle: "I can't learn well, so I'd waste that time. It's better to do something I like."
"Then how do you find a job in the future? Will you go to the construction site to move bricks all day long? The classmates are sitting in the laboratory in white coats, but you are on the construction site. Is it embarrassing to lose it?"
Yang Wei shook his head decisively: "Not embarrassing, Uncle Ye's real estate company has shares in my dad, I'll just go supervise the worker! What bricks should I move?"
"You..." Zhao Ling'er was angry, but she didn't know what to say for a moment. She couldn't refute it. But soon she had a reason.
"Look at your Uncle Ye, Ye Feng, and Ye Yuji. Which one is not good at studying? How can you manage your own company if you don't learn well?"
Yang Wei was still confident: "I have my sister, just have her to help manage it. Besides, there are professionals in those companies, and Uncle Ye doesn't care. It's my turn to take care of it. If I really need to take care of it one day, then I will let my sister take care of it. When it needs to work, there are 12 younger brothers below, and I just need to direct them."
Speaking of this, Yang Wei seemed to remember something? He complained: "Grandma Meihua had to bring them back to Africa. I was going to train them in this summer."
Zhao Ling'er turned around and went to find the feather duster. After searching for a while, she couldn't find it. She had to pick up the broom on the ground.
Yang Wei stuck out his butt: "Mom, hurry up and beat me, I still have to watch TV."
Zhao Ling'er sat on the sofa. She didn't want to talk. She really couldn't control her son.
Thinking of the 12 little black kids, she instantly felt like she liked it. Comrade Lao Zhao often brought those children to her home, and Zhao Ling'er often met them. Every time Comrade Lao Zhao asked the children to call her mother, Zhao Ling'er felt disgusted, but she still agreed, mainly because she refused to agree to Comrade Lao Zhao and turned against her.
Thinking about it now, those little guys are really much cuter than their son. No wonder Comrade Lao Zhao has never paid much attention to this eldest grandson, and it turns out that he has given up treatment.
Thinking about it, Zhao Ling'er was still a little unwilling to accept it. She picked up the phone and called Yang Geyong out.
After hearing Zhao Ling'er's words, Yang Geyong did not listen to her complaints, but said, "You ask Yang Wei to answer the phone."
Yang Wei, who was on the other side, had already heard what his mother called. At this moment, he heard his father calling him, and immediately jumped up and took the phone.
"Dad, why are you looking for me?"
Yang Geyong's tone was calm, without any evil spirit: "You go to the airport tomorrow morning, and a plane will come to the city of Marseille to deliver things at 8 o'clock in the morning. You can follow us and spend this summer vacation here!"
"Okay, dad, let me participate in the special forces training camp." Yang Wei was extremely excited.
"I asked you to come and let you participate in training. You have to exercise well." Yang Geyong replied.
Yang Wei jumped up happily: "Dad, I'll go to the things now, what do I need to bring?"
"Just bring yourself, don't want anything else." Yang Geyong told his son.
Yang Wei agreed, stuffed the phone into his son's hand, and ran back to his house to study what to take.
Zhao Ling'er held her cell phone and complained: "It's such a hot day, why did you take him to Africa for? Are you not afraid of him having heatstroke?"
Yang Geyong was a little impatient: "If you can control it, don't call me. You're almost raising it and you're here to come to me. If I don't be cruel, can this child still be able to control it? If you don't let him come, don't call me after you come. Anyway, I still have so many small quotations. Which one of them will be better than him in the future!"
Zhao Ling'er was choked and almost came up. She also knew the shortcomings of her personality. Now that her family has broken down, her son is not good, and her parents have cut off their relationship. Although she has made up now, she has not had much relatives.
So she turned off the phone and stopped being angry. She sat down and drank a glass of water in one breath, then thought about it, and went to her son's house to help pack up.
Chapter completed!