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Chapter 1791

Chapter 1791

"..."

Liang Yu's face immediately turned red and white.

"If Miss Liang hasn't given it away yet, I would like to remind Miss Liang that my husband hates such superstitious things, so Miss Liang better not give it away. If you give it away, it will be in vain."

"you......"

"Okay, do you still want to eat?"

Chen Xiang took a look at the current situation. Zhuo Jian was polite and calm, but Liang Yu was angry again. It was useless to talk more, so he quickly reminded her to end the situation.

Liang Yu glared at him dissatisfied.

Chen Xiang whispered in her ear: "Do you still want to see Fu Yanye?"

Liang Yu finally endured it, shook off Chen Xiang and walked to the private room upstairs.

"I'm sorry, she has been here recently and her temper is not very good."

"Then if Mr. Chen is really sorry, we will settle Mr. Chen's debt now."

Ouyang Ping said.

"My pleasure."

Chen Xiang smiled, nodded quickly and left.

After Chen Xiang also left, Ouyang Ping couldn't help laughing, sat down and stared at Zhuo Jian: "Baby, I really can't underestimate you."

Zhuo Jian smiled but said nothing.

"You slapped her in the face so lightly. I think those few words you just said must have made her even more ashamed than the beating she got at Fu's door yesterday."

"The vegetables are all overcooked."

Zhuo Jian didn't reply, only moved his chopsticks in the grid, and said a little disappointed.

"You, by the way, did your husband really throw away that peace charm?"

Ouyang Ping asked.

"Listen to Brother Rui."

Zhuo Jian thought for a while.

Later, Wang Rui pretended to accidentally mention that Fu Yanye had lost the peace charm.

"Then you want a divorce?"

Ouyang Ping asked her.

"tired."

Zhuo Jian thought of the powerlessness he felt when he woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't find his person, and he didn't want to experience it again.

Ouyang Ping fell silent again and sighed helplessly.

This is what scares the most about marriage.

The word "tired" seems simple, but how many quarrels and misunderstandings do you have to go through before you no longer have hope?

The two separated after lunch, and Zhuo Jian worked in the studio in the afternoon.

When she got off work, she came out with Jian Qian and Yuan Man Changxia. Jian Qian said, "Then I'll go back first. See you tomorrow."

"Um."

Zhuo Jian nodded.

She actually remembered Jian Qian's meticulous and considerate care during these days.

It had been too long since that incident, and Jian Qian seemed to still be blaming herself. Zhuo Jian thought about it and sent her a WeChat message when she got in the car: "Let's have dinner together at noon tomorrow, cousin."

Just these few words, Jian Qian couldn't help but shed tears.

Zhuo Jian put away her phone. When the car set off, she couldn't help but look into the distance, where Fu Yanye's car often parked.

In the future, it shouldn’t happen anymore, right?

When I returned to the old house, I heard laughter and laughter.

"Wow, my sister smiled at me, my sister smiled at me, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Chengcheng happily circled in the living room.

"This boy, his sister smiles and makes him so happy."

Wang Yue looked even more happy.

"Our Cheng Bao will definitely be a doting girl in the future."

said the old lady.

"Mom, do you know about the maniac who loves his sister?"

"Of course, I know a lot. Isn't there a maniac who dotes on his wife?"

The old lady spoke.

"Hey, it's a pity that our Yanye is a little behind in this aspect."

"His father is not bad."

said the old lady.

"Oh, Mom."

Wang Yue's face felt a little hot.

It is said that Fu Zhengzheng gave Wang Yue a priceless jade bracelet today to please her.

The old lady saw that her son was so good at coaxing his wife, but she actually hoped that her grandson and his granddaughter-in-law would be well together, and she didn't know when the couple would get better.


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