The boss said in a tone that the grapes would be sour if he couldn't eat them, "Honestly, if a girl from a normal family with such good conditions could fall in love with the Zhao family?"
The landlady agreed somewhat, but couldn't help but warn you, "I'm warning you, don't go out and talk nonsense, be careful that Mother Zhao knows about it!"
The boss didn't speak, but his mind was still thinking about the charming arc under the skirt.
He calculated his little treasury, and if he could have a romantic relationship with such a woman, his life would be worthwhile.
Damn it, how did that boy Zhao Dong get such good luck?
Then he turned around and looked at his wife's bloated figure. The anger just now felt like someone had poured cold water on her.
...
Sophie had never experienced such a life and could not imagine how people could live in such an environment.
Anyway, the Zhao family gave her the feeling of going back decades ago.
Before she even set foot on the third floor, she had already prepared for the worst.
She was even prepared to try not to make a sound when she saw mice and cockroaches.
The result was unexpected. When we arrived on the third floor, our eyes suddenly opened up.
The room is clean and bright. Not to mention how luxurious it is, at least it looks very comfortable.
The entire third floor is quite large, with one hundred and fifty-six on the east and west sides.
Zhao's mother and her eldest brother's family live on one side, and the other side is reserved for Zhao Dong.
The elder sister-in-law was busy making tea, while Zhao’s mother took Sophie to chat about the household chores.
As Sophie chatted with the Zhao family, she suddenly felt that this kind of life was not as difficult to accept as she had imagined.
At the very least, it is very cozy and warm here, and it feels more like a home to her.
Unlike the Su family, although they lived in a luxuriously decorated single-family villa and were served by servants when they came in and out, they could not give her the warmth of a family.
Especially after her mother passed away and Aunt Mei took charge of the house, it felt more like a cage to her, a cage from which she could not escape for the rest of her life!
Mother Zhao smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go change my clothes and let Xiaodong take you around."
The eldest brother and sister-in-law were too sensible to keep up.
Zhao Dong led Sophie to his place. The house was relatively simple and he knew what to introduce.
Sophie first set foot in the living environment where Zhao Dong grew up, and felt an indescribable sense of freshness and curiosity in her heart.
She walked carefully, and when she came to the door of Zhao Dong's room, she turned around and asked: "Can I... go in? Is there nothing I can't see?"
Zhao Dong smiled bitterly, "No, please come in, you can do whatever you want."
"Then I'm going in."
As she spoke, the person had already entered the room. When her eyes fell on the wall, she was stunned for a moment.
There is an entire wall hung with dozens of various medals, large and small.
Most of these medals had no names, and she could not recognize the patterns or origins, but she could feel the glory represented by each medal.
Sophie was even thinking, when will Zhao Dong tell her the stories behind these medals?
Turning his eyes again, he saw a single bed with quilts folded as neatly as tofu cubes.
She smiled and teased, "I can't tell, but your quilt is folded well."
Zhao Dong scratched his head, "The habits developed by the troops have not been changed for a while."
Turning her eyes again, Sophie saw a guitar hanging on the wall.
She stepped forward and touched it, but asked, "Can you play this?"
Seeing that Zhao Dong didn't answer, Sophie quickly turned her head and found that his expression was a little strange.