Eighty Hot Wife: Marry a Rough Man and Raise Babies

Chapter 20 Separation?Divide the shovel home!

"Didn't it be intentional? She's just a bad bastard, she spent all my money and didn't have any money left. Bah, a house thief deserves to have a baby without an asshole."

Mrs. Jiang straightened her face, her nostrils raised high, and she looked domineering.

"Grandma, the key for us now is to let the aunt get the money back, isn't it? Besides, the aunt has always been honest, how could she suddenly steal the money?

Is there an urgent need for money?Aunt, it’s not me talking about you. If you have anything to discuss with the big guys, let’s find a way together and help you solve it, right? "

A trace of worry flashed across Jiang Mianmian's eyes, and what he said was that there is a limit to advancing and retreating.

Even Jiang Weimin, who was silent by the side, felt that what she said was right, and he knew his wife's personality best.

Thinking about it, it was only a last resort for my wife to do such a thing.

He hurriedly persuaded her earnestly, "Guilan, what Mianmian said is right, if you have any difficulties, please tell me, everyone will help you together, we will find a way to help you solve it."

Looking at her husband with an eager face, Peng Guilan opened her mouth, swallowed the words, just shook her head sullenly, and said softly, "No, it's nothing."

"I just said that she has a very bad temper, and there is nothing difficult about it, but she just has an eye for money. Bah, it's like she has never seen money in her life."

Old Mrs. Jiang raised her hand, her brows were tightly frowned, and she couldn't help but burst into anger.

Jiang Huiyun, who was hiding behind everyone, stood up quickly, glanced at Jiang Mianmian, and said softly, "Grandma, although it is her fault that my mother stole the money, but if my mother is driven home, my brother will lose his job." Now, what should we do? Or we should separate. "

"Separate the family? Divide the shovel family!"

When Mrs. Jiang heard this, her anger rushed to the top of her head.

"I'm not dead yet? What family!"

The old man was the second to stand up and objected, furious, his face seemed to have been covered with frost, and his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

Everyone was silenced by the appearance of the old couple, and they dared not say a word.

"I agree."

Father Jiang stood under the eaves with his hands in his hands, his color could not be seen clearly in the dim light, only his hunched back could be vaguely seen.

"Old second family!"

Mr. Jiang didn't expect that even the honest second child would say such a thing, and he felt mixed feelings for a while.

Seeing this, Jiang Huiyun hurried forward to pull her father, and looked at him expectantly.

Seeing that he didn't respond, he hurriedly persuaded in a low voice, "If we drive mother back, how will my brother and I find a partner in the future? Dad, you agree? Second uncle and the others agreed."

Jiang Weimin glanced at his poor wife kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, then turned his head to look at the flowery girl, his heart was hardened, and he said loudly, "Dad, Mom, I agree."

Seeing that the two sons agreed to separate the family, Mr. Jiang was finally discouraged like a ball that had been stabbed with a knife.

His haggard face instantly aged ten years, his eyes were straight, like a clay sculpture, sitting motionless in the cold wind, as if his entire soul had been taken away.

After smoking a cigarette, he hesitated for a while, and said in a daze: "Forget it, forget it, we will separate tomorrow."

The old woman who had been crying for no reason heard what her wife said, and immediately stopped where she was, with a look of disbelief, and said in surprise, "The head of the house? What did you say?"

The old man didn't look back, and walked towards his dark room on his own, "Sleep, we will separate tomorrow."

The old lady gave everyone a disappointed look, the wrinkles on her face trembled, she lowered her head, and walked away silently.

A farce ended in such a muddled way.

Jiang Mianmian yawned and followed Xu Anping back to the house.

At this moment, in the narrow room, only the heartbeat and breathing of the two could be heard.

She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, put aside her previous blushing and heartbeat, and said forcefully and calmly, "It's so late, go to sleep."

As he spoke, he quickly ran to the bed and covered him with a reed quilt.

Although it is May, but because the location of the room is too dark and humid, it will be a bit cold at night without a quilt.

The tip of her nose was filled with a cold, moldy, putrid smell. When she heard the movement beside her, she hurriedly turned her back to him.

In an instant, the familiar smell of soap on his body filled her nostrils.

That unique smell has the unique coolness and fierceness of the mountains and snowfields, with a hint of alienation and coldness, and the memories of the hot temperature before rolled up in her mind.

The roots of her ears felt hot.

The cramped bed was just big enough for two people.

The man's chest was tightly pressed against her back, and under the moonlight, he looked deeply at the back of her snow-white neck.

The woman could feel his fiery breath, and every breath she exhaled gave her goosebumps.

"Can't sleep?"

Xu Anping looked at the half-smeared shoulders that were exposed because of the woman's sudden turn, and his breath was suffocated, and his voice trembled a little.

"A bit."

Didi's delicate voice is particularly attractive in the dark room.

"Thinking about splitting up tomorrow?"

The man put his hands behind his ears and looked at her intently.

There was a piece of hot skin behind the woman, so hot that she turned around quickly, turned her back to the wall, buried her face in the quilt, and said in a low voice, "No, I want to go home a little bit."

The bed was hard and uncomfortable, not at all soft like a modern Simmons bed.

Huh, she misses her three bedrooms and one living room, her mini BMW! .

The man was obviously taken aback when he heard her words.

Isn't this her home?
Could it be... Could it be that he wants to go back to Xu's house?

The little home with the two of them?

Thinking of this possibility, Xu Anping only felt that there was a fire burning in his heart, causing his blood to rush to the top of his head, his hands were sweating, and his heart was beating so hard that it almost jumped out of his chest.

He licked the corner of his dry mouth, and pulled out the little head of the woman buried in the quilt, with a slightly hoarse voice, "I miss our little home too."

A pair of deep pupils are so affectionately reflected in her pupils.

Hearing what the other party said, she opened her mouth blankly, knowing that the other party had misunderstood.

Before she could explain, a handsome face zoomed in before her eyes.

He bent down and tentatively approached her slowly. Every time he approached her like this, his heart would beat so fast that he even found it difficult to breathe.

The man's forehead was against hers, and the tips of his noses were facing each other.

She could even feel every mouthful of hot breath from the man, full of hormones.

The woman's body instantly became soft, like a puddle of mud, and she had no choice but to lean in his arms.

A touch of affection flowed between the hearts of the two.

Suddenly, he lifted her little red face, and under the moonlight, his eyes fell on her forehead, eyes, nose tip, and finally the soft lips that were yearning for him.

"I want to kiss you, can I?"

(End of this chapter)