Zhouhong said, "He deserves it.
Hei Sen always fights when he goes to school.
I remember that he always takes credit for our class.
What about his wife and children?"Zhang Minghui: "Why?
To compete for a young lady from the music hall?
Hmph, what a sin.
He was married late to begin with, and his daughter was only ten years old.
Now his wife has remarried."Liu Rongfang: "I really didn't expect this to happen.
Why is society like this?"Zhouhong was furious, "There's nothing good about men!"Changkai couldn't stand it anymore, "Hey, don't kill all of them with a single stick!"Hahaha.
Everyone burst into laughter.
Zhang Minghui said, "Look, we forgot that there's another outsider here.""And me too!" Changlei chimed in.Liu Rongfang pointed at them, "Both of you are good things."Another burst of laughter rang out.Meng Fanchun returned to his bed and reminisced about what had happened earlier.
Zhang Qijun's words of 'let's divorce' rang out in her mind, and she began to have a headache again.
She furrowed her brows and contemplation.She remembered that her husband hadn't been home for a long time.
Even if he did, it would still be very late, and he would always sleep in the study room.She recalled how they hadn't shared a bed for a long time.
When was the last time?
Meng Fanchun searched through his memories.
Was it during Chinese New Year's?
She remembered.
After watching half a Spring Festival banquet, her husband was in high spirits.
However, at midnight, there were countless firecrackers outside, and the two of them couldn't continue....She remembered that it had been a long time since they shared a bed together.
When was the last time?
Meng Fanchun searched through his memories.
Was it during Chinese New Year?
She remembered.
After watching half a Spring Festival banquet, her husband was in high spirits.
However, at midnight, countless firecrackers sounded outside, and the two of them couldn't continue...She remembered how impatient she sounded every time she called her husband.She remembered that her husband had been eating quietly recently, and even when he spoke, he was still picky.She stood up and went to the study to look around, but she didn't find anything suspicious.She went to lie down in the bedroom and picked up the phone at the bedside.
She dialed it, but it was still switched off.Meng Fanchun was enraged.
She shouted, "Yangyang?
D?
D?"My son still hugged the PSP and walked over without looking up.
"What's wrong, Mom?"Meng Fanchun pressed on the fire, "Go to the kitchen and get some brown sugar water for me.
The sugar is in the second drawer on the left.""Oh." The son turned and left.Meng Fanchun picked up his phone and wanted to send a text message.
When he opened the page, he sighed and put it down.Zhang Deyang brought over sugar water.Meng Fanchun held the cup in his hand and his lungs exploded in anger, "What's wrong with you?
How did you use cold water to wash it?
Can you drink it?
You can't even do such a small thing!"Zhang Deyang scratched his head, "Then I'll pour another cup of tea.
Mom, wait a bit." He wanted to grab the cup.Meng Fanchun angrily dodged the sugar water and sprinkled it, "I'll do it myself!
Mom, Mom, you've called me old!
I worry about you every day, but in the end, I can't even drink a cup of hot water!
No one can count on me!
If I had known, why would I have given birth to you?"Zhang Deyang had always been in his adolescence.
At this moment, his face was flushed with pimples, and he retorted, "Who told you to give birth to me?
Who told you to give birth to me?
It's not what I'm willing to do!
Maybe I'll be born into someone else's family and live a better life."Meng Fanchun was so angry that he shivered, "You!
I'll buy you whatever you want?
You still don't know what's good for you?
If you leave, you can go whichever family you want!""If you want to leave, then leave.
You're the one who torments me the most every day.
My father is annoying you.
Didn't you just complain that my father didn't come?
What's there to worry about on my birthday?"Meng Fanchun shouted, "Leave!
Are you bothering me?
Don't come back if you dare!"As expected, Zhang Deyang slammed the door and left."Grandma, grandpa, it's time to eat the cake!" Changlei shouted as soon as he entered the room.Mother Liu was cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks.
"You're back."Changkai immediately took the chopsticks and took them to wash them.Liu Rongfang said, "Dad, Mom and Dad, let's eat a piece of cake.
It's soft and sweet." She opened the bag of cakes that she brought back with her and cut off two small pieces and handed them to her parents.Mother Liu: "I don't want to eat anymore.
You can keep it for Xiaolei."Changlei took it and stuffed it into his grandma's mouth.
"Grandma, there are too many of them.
A big cake on the third level.
When I make money in the future, I will also arrange a birthday for you."Father Liu ate the cake, "We, Xiaolei, will definitely have a promising future."Liu Rongfang and Changkai went to the bedroom to change.Changkai scowled, "Rongfang, are you happy today?"Liu Rongfang's face darkened, "I'm not happy.
They're all doing well.
I won't go to any more gatherings in the future."Changkai smiled, "Don't.
If you don't go, you'll lose the biggest celebrity.
Aren't we doing well too?"He pressed on his wife's shoulder and forced her to sit on the bed.Liu Rongfang took off his shoes, socks, and changed into his pants, "When I was in school, my grades were better than Zhouhong's.
Later on, they all went to high school and went to college, and Minghui studied in finance.
Her father was the director of the grain bureau, so he arranged for her to exchange foreign trade as soon as she graduated.
At that time, foreign trade was so popular."It's great to be a teacher.
There are two paid vacations in a year.
I don't understand why she quit.
Zhouhong, on the other hand, went out on his own.
It's tiring to be a doctor in Beijing, but the older you get, the more delicious you are.""Alas, back then, I was studying in the technical field for early employment...
Look at the radio factory now, it's not looking well.
It's better than me everywhere I go..."Changkai held his wife's shoulder, "Your husband is much better than them.
Look, they're all 'widows' today.
You're the only one who brought me this?
D?
Uncle D is with me!"Liu Rongfang couldn't help but laugh, "You're poor."Changkai hugged Liu Rongfang, "Don't worry, Rongfang.
We'll have a good day in the future."They hugged each other and smiled knowingly.Outside the room, Changlei and Grandma were eating cakes, and the scene was very warm.Zhang Minghui returned home and went upstairs.

She was taking a shower.The phone rang.
Zhang Minghui walked out of the bathroom and picked it up.
It was Fengtao, "Wife?
D?
D?"Zhang Minghui tilted his head to prevent the water from dripping, "I'm taking a shower.
When are you coming back?"Fengtao loosened his tie and muttered, "I'm not going back.
I'll change my plans overnight."Zhang Minghui said unhappily, "Hubby, it's my birthday today.
You performed well during the day and didn't perform at night?"Fengtao explained, "I've been talking to the TV station for a day and got a letter in the afternoon?
D?
D?
There's a milk company that competes with us for fame.
I have to act first and get beaten when I'm behind.
Oh, you should go to bed earlier."Zhang Minghui hung up the phone with a pout.
The sound of water resounded in the bathroom.
Soon, she went outside to dry her hair.That night, Zhang Minghui lay on his bed in frustration.
She was extremely unhappy with his husband, and felt that he rarely accompanied her.But as she looked at her beautiful house, at the baskets of flowers that her husband had given her on the table, and at the sight of her presence at the party, she smiled in relief.Looking out of the window, it was already pitch-black.
Meng Fanchun's house was still brightly lit.It had only been one or two days since she had cleaned up, and it was already a little messy.
The flowers at night were all drooped and listless, as if they lacked water.Meng Fanchun didn't eat dinner at all.
She wandered around the house and called her husband's number.
At first, it was the secretary's desk, but it was turned off.Her mind was in a state of unease, and she flipped around in the house like she was insane.Just like that, she flipped through every corner of the house.The night passed uneventfully.The lights in Zhouhong's house were also on.
It was late into the night.
Zhao Daxin sat on the sofa and looked at Zhouhong, "When you leave, I'll tell Miaomiao.
The child is having fun at the amusement park today.
I can't bear to...
help me pack my things..."Zhouhong nodded.Zhao Daxin went back to his parents' place and sent him out.
Only Zhouhong was left in the house.Zhouhong quietly opened the door to his daughter's room and silently looked at her sleeping daughter.
Her daughter looked like her.
She was beautiful, but her temperament was similar to Zhao Daxin's, much more amiable than Zhouhong's.Zhouhong turned around and went back to his room to pack up.She took off the wedding photo on the wall, wrapped it in a newspaper, and stuffed it into her suitcase.
She took out Zhao Daxin's clothes from the wardrobe and folded them into her luggage.Every time she folded her clothes, she would recall the scene of Zhao Daxin wearing these clothes.A red T-shirt was worn on their honeymoon trip.
Unfortunately, Zhouhong had been picking out the pillows and unsatisfied dishes at the hotel since the start of the journey.
The two of them argued endlessly...A blue shirt was a birthday present for Zhao Daxin, but Zhao Daxin accidentally broke it.
Zhouhong was so angry that he blamed him for not cherishing his feelings...It was a pair of gray pants.
When Zhouhong was pregnant, he had sat in his husband's arms.
The two of them were so happy that they thought of a name for the child...A beige sweater and the milk stains her daughter had left on it.
At that time, the two of them didn't really know how to take care of children.
The child cried and cried, and Zhouhong impatiently pushed it to Zhao Daxin.
He also said that the child was lacking calcium and wanted Zhao Daxin to feed him fish liver oil...A white shirt.
When the two of them were arguing about buying a house for a loan, Zhouhong poured coffee on itZhouhong closed his eyes and looked up, tears streaming down his face.The sound of keys spinning could be heard in the doorway.
Meng Fanchun, who was leaning against the sofa, leaped up like a little beast.She suddenly opened the door.
Zhang Qijun had returned home.
Meng Fanchun's eyes were red, but he was in a state of nervousness and excitement.Meng Fanchun didn't say anything.
She bit down on her lips and glared at Zhang Qijun.Zhang Qijun sat on the sofa in silence for a long time before speaking, "Fanchun, let's find a time to handle the formalities."Meng Fanchun choked with tears, "Why?
We've been married for eighteen years, and we've been well.
Why should we divorce?"Zhang Qijun sighed, "I'm already tired of this kind of life.
If this goes on, it'll be bad for you and me.
We don't even have the words to say right now.
There's no longer any passion.
It's just a waste of time.
Let's just divorce."Meng Fanchun sobbed and urged, "No, no, Qu Jun, let's not divorce, okay?"Zhang Qijun wanted to break her hand.Meng Fanchun hugged Zhang Qijun tightly and whimpered, "Qijun, think about your son.
I only have the two of you...
I won't divorce you..."Zhang Qijun still pushed her away and returned to the bedroom with an expressionless face.
He took a change of clothes and was about to leave.Meng Fanchun pounced on him, "Its Jun, don't you go!
Wooooooooo?
D?
D"Zhang Qijun struggled free and turned around, bumping into the door.Meng Fanchun was dumbfounded as if he had been struck by lightning.The next day.After Zhang Minghui finished his breakfast, she remembered to call Meng Fanchun and ask if she was feeling better."Hey, Fanchun, you're up.
How are you feeling?
Are you feeling dizzy?" she asked herself.At first, Meng Fanchun only listened in a daze.
Mm-hm, ah, ah, ah.Zhang Minghui complained, "Is there anything you need to do today?
Why don't you accompany me shopping?
Sigh, my husband didn't go home last night.
He's so annoying.
He's never at home.
If this continues, I'll leave him..."Meng Fanchun suddenly cried out loud.Zhang Minghui was horrified, "Fanchun, what's wrong?
Don't cry, don't cry.
Are you feeling unwell?
I'll go see you right away."She quickly changed her clothes and took her bag out.Zhang Minghui rushed over to Meng Fanchun's house to visit her.
Her heart was in turmoil, and she thought that Meng Fanchun had fallen ill again.He pressed on the doorbell, and Meng Fanchun opened the door with his eyes swollen like peaches.
Zhang Minghui entered in shock."What's going on?
Tell me," Zhang Minghui asked anxiously.Meng Fanchun hugged Zhang Minghui and sobbed, "He wanted to divorce me.
He said yesterday that he didn't come back for the entire night, and he left after taking his clothes this morning...
Minghui, how could he be so ruthless...""Huh?
Why did you suddenly get a divorce?" Zhang Minghui turned around and arranged for Meng Fanchun to sit down.
Then, he pulled out a tissue and handed it over, "So you're saying that you fainted yesterday...
because of this?""Mm." Meng Fanchun nodded.Zhang Minghui looked pensive, "But why?"Meng Fanchun began to cry even harder, "Minghui, you said that our school merged back then because he said that work was too far away and that he wanted me to rest more at home.
Now that I've said that I'm tired of it, I've served the two of them for over three years.
In the end, both of them hurt me so much...""Huh?
Two?
Where's Yangyang?" Zhang Minghui looked around.