Wen Chuan was so angry that his chest hurt: "You are simply unreasonable!"
Zhang Qin immediately looked at her displeased: "Shut up, I didn't agree with my daughter's marriage at the beginning, and you were the one who stirred up the trouble.
Now I want to plan a new way out for my daughter, so forget it if you don't help me, so stop saying useless things."
That night, Wen Jiahui and Tang Lina left the classroom and were discussing the fact that the most expensive house in Qingcheng City was bought by a mysterious boss.
Not just them, all the female students in the school including the female teachers are discussing this matter.
"Who said rich men can be carefree? Look at this man. He spent 28.1 million to buy the most expensive villa in our city for his wife.
And my wife doesn’t know anything yet. If she knew this, she would definitely die happily!" Tang Lina raised her head, closed her eyes, and showed a happy smile. She was feeling the mood of the lady after she found out.
Wen Jiahui immediately patted her head: "Wake up, I didn't buy it for you."
"Oh, I wish I could find such a rich and romantic husband.
Just like the male customers I sold clothes to that day, they were all so kind to their wives, which made me believe in love again!" Tang Lina was immersed in it, full of fantasy.
Wen Jiahui on the side was silent, but she was also yearning for it.
It can be said that there is no woman in this world that he does not yearn for.
"Honey, what are you looking at?" Li Yiyang had just come back from outside and saw Wen Xiaohui sitting on the sofa looking at her mobile phone. She was so fascinated that she didn't even know he was back.
Seeing that Wen Xiaohui was looking at her seriously, Li Yiyang did not disturb her, but walked over gently.
It turned out that she was reading the headline news that the villa was auctioned in the morning.
Wen Xiaohui didn't expect that this villa would be sold for so much money.
Moreover, it was a surprise given to her wife by the mysterious buyer, which is really enviable.
But envy is envy. She is already very satisfied with her current living situation and does not dare to have too many extravagant demands.
And she also knew that with Li Yiyang's current financial resources, he simply couldn't afford such a villa.
So after watching it for a while, she crossed out the news, and the big data pushed the same news to her again.
Although the titles are different, they are all about the same thing.
"Honey, do you like this villa?" It wasn't until Li Yiyang's voice rang from her ears that she subconsciously turned off the phone.
She turned to look at Li Yiyang standing behind the sofa, and said with a smile: "Husband, when did you come over?"
Li Yiyang walked around the sofa, sat next to Wen Xiaohui, and held her in his arms: "I've been here for a while! I just saw you looking at that villa in a daze, don't you like it very much?"
Wen Xiaohui raised her head and hurriedly denied: "No, those were all sent to me by the news push. As long as our family is happy together, it is the same to me no matter where we live."
Looking at the person who was trying his best to explain to him, Li Yiyang felt heartbroken.
How could he not know that Wen Xiaohui didn't dislike it, he just knew that he couldn't afford it, so he said so.
With such a considerate wife, he would buy it for her without hesitation, not to mention a 28 million mansion, even 280 million, or even 2.8 billion.
However, this house cannot be lived in yet, so it can only be kept secret for the time being.
"Honey, thank you!" As he said that, he hugged Wen Xiaohui tightly again.
The feeling of such a hug made Wen Xiaohui feel at ease.
Tomorrow is the calligraphy competition, and Li Yiyang plans to invite his father-in-law to watch it together.
This calligraphy competition is at the municipal level, and the calligraphy contestants are all contemporary young people, including college students and high school students.
At that time, the top three contestants will be selected from among the contestants to be trained and trained to participate in the international calligraphy competition one year later.
Therefore, this competition is also very strict. Most of those who can enter the competition site are people from the Calligraphy Association.
It is difficult for ordinary people to enter without connections.
Therefore, many people who love calligraphy know that Mr. Zheng Shunyao will come to the scene to serve as a judge in this competition, but they have no way to go there.
In addition to regret, it is still regret.
Very early in the morning, Wen Chuangao's neighbor He Laowu came to his house to show off.
Apart from going to work, their biggest hobby is practicing calligraphy.
The two of them often fought over whose calligraphy was better.
Seeing He Laowu coming to him with a happy face, Wen Chuangao knew that something was up to him, but he still let him in.
"Hey, Lao Gao, you are having breakfast!" He Laowu asked with a smile, looking at the fried dough sticks buns on the dining table.
Wen Chuangao sat on the dining table and said displeasedly: "Aren't you a consultant knowingly? Why did you come to my house so early in the morning?"
As he spoke, he took a sip of the white porridge, then picked up the steamed bun and took a bite.
He Laowu pretended to be mysterious and asked: "There will be a youth calligraphy competition in the city tomorrow, did you know?"
"It's just a group of students competing on calligraphy, what's the big deal?" Wen Chuangao said nonchalantly.
"It's just an ordinary calligraphy competition, but I heard that Mr. Zheng Shunyao will be the judge of this competition!
Who doesn't know that Mr. Zheng Shunyao is a contemporary calligrapher and the president of the provincial calligraphy association, and has organized countless practice classes under his name? He is a very important figure in the calligraphy world!" He Lao Wu's voice was particularly loud.
, I’m afraid Wen Chuangao can’t hear clearly.
Wen Chuangao finished eating the steamed buns in his hand and drank the porridge in the bowl. Then he sat on the sofa and said, "I've known what you said for a long time. It's not a secret. It's worth your while.
Come tell me?"
He Laowu was not angry because of his attitude. Instead, he smiled even more happily: "Then you know, if you want to go in to watch the game, it is not accessible to ordinary people."
"If you have anything to say, just say it directly and stop beating around the bush in front of me." Wen Chuangao said impatiently.
Only then did He Laowu return to his normal expression. He cleared his throat and said: "You must not be able to enter the competition site, right? But I am different. My son-in-law knows the staff there and got me a spot."
After finishing speaking, he continued in a pretentious manner: "Actually, it doesn't matter whether you can participate in such calligraphy, it's just a bunch of kids comparing themselves.
But it's different when Mr. Zheng Shunyao is here. I don't know how many people are trying to get in.
After all, if this person can be taught by Mr. Zheng, his calligraphy will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.
This is also thanks to my son-in-law, who has some friendship with the staff there, otherwise it would be my turn."
Listening to He Laowu and Chi Guoguo's show off, Wen Chuan's chest hurt because of his high spirits.
But he can't have an attack. Who told him not to have such a son-in-law?
He pretended to be disdainful and said: "Isn't it just a calligraphy competition? What's so great about it? If you go, Mr. Zheng may not pay attention to you!"
Instead of being angry, He Laowu laughed happily: "Isn't it normal for Mr. Zheng to ignore me even though he is such a big person!
But it’s a pity for you, Chuan Gao. You like calligraphy so much. The calligraphy competition held in our city finally invited Mr. Zheng Shunyao, a big figure in the contemporary calligraphy world, but you didn’t have the opportunity to meet him. It’s a pity, it’s a pity!”