Raise your wife to be the richest man

Chapter 51 Let me take a good look 【Please follow up】

Small courtyard.

Sitting on a chair, Song Ci, holding a fan to fan the wind, knew that Tang Shi had returned when he saw the headlights.

He is familiar with this headlight.

Sure enough, after the shadow under the light could be seen clearly, Song Ci saw her smiling all over her face, got up and opened the gate of the yard, Tang Shi parked her electric car and took off her hat.

"Business is good today?" Song Ci asked her.

Tang Shi hummed, and then changed to a cheerful expression. Just as she was about to speak, the lights went out.

Together with the extinguishing, there are also nearby lights.

power cut.

"The power went out!" Tang Shi took the phone and turned on the flashlight.

She has lived for so long, and she rarely encounters power outages, and the power cuts out before cooking.

"Fortunately, I have a gas tank." Tang Shi looked at him: "Haven't you eaten yet?"

Song Ci couldn't help laughing.

He could already hear Tang Shi's stomach growling. Obviously, Tang Shi was the one who was hungry, and he ate.

After thinking about it, Song Ci said, "Wait for me."

Back home, Song Ci quickly spread the tablecloth bought online, lit the candles he bought some time ago, and arranged the dishes.

Finally, after putting the bowl and chopsticks on, Song Ci clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"I'll do a magic trick for you!" Song Ci covered her eyes as he went out.

Tang poetry: "."

He is so childish!
Sometimes, he looks like a big man, and sometimes, he looks like a child.

Not disappointed either, Tang Shi was obediently pushed into the room by him, and then felt herself sitting on the stool.

"Dangdang!" Song Ci let her go.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the faint light of candles, and then there were packed dishes and drinks on the table.

Looking at Song Ci in surprise, Tang Shi's eyes were full of question marks, and he didn't feel very romantic, but rather curious.

"While eating, I will talk to you." Song Ci said.

The whimsical candlelight dinner, although not so romantic, has a little more atmosphere.

It's just holding a disposable plastic cup and a drink, without the style and atmosphere of drinking red wine at all.

"This quail is delicious, eat more." Song Ci took the quail to her: "A customer came today, a woman wanted to cheat on me, but I didn't agree, so she left and left a table of food."

After finishing the process in the simplest language, Song Ci ate a piece of pork ribs and laughed while watching Tang Shi.

She probably wouldn't have thought that someone would sneak into a man, would she?

It was also the first time for Song Ci to encounter this kind of situation. Although he knew very well how noble the circle was and how corrupt the inner world was, it was the first time he encountered it.

Jin Yuanbao, let him know that a man must protect himself outside.

"Such a big rich woman, why do you disagree? Don't you want to eat soft food?" Tang Shi asked him with a smile.

It's like Song Ci is very clear that she has no shortage of people to pursue, and she is also very clear that Song Ci is also very handsome. The last time he was drinking, the girls kept looking at him.

Song Ci spat out his bones.

"I'm a greedy person. Although I want to eat soft food, I don't want to wear a hat!" Song Ci looked at her: "So I plan to train a rich woman to support me."

Tang poetry: "."

I'm afraid I want to fart!

At least 500 million. Only those who have a house and a car can be called rich women, right?How can it be so easy to reach this level without going through divorce or widowhood?

Does a man become bad if he has money, and a woman who has money can be good?
"Dreams are quite strange." Tang Shi said.

Tang Shi has always regarded him as a joke.

Song Ci is different from him. Even if Song Ci has no job and no money, there is really no way to get along, and he can still go home and inherit the family business.

Tang Shi has always felt that boys have good conditions and will not lack wives.

Moreover, he is handsome and has a good job, so he won't fail to get along. Unlike her, she is in a completely unstable state.

"What is your dream?" Song Ci asked her.

Tang Shi was stunned by this question.

For her, the dream is a very distant thing, so far away that she can't even remember it now.

"Make money." Tang Shi replied.

She can't be the ginseng doll who makes the crops grow quickly, nor can she be the foolish old man who moves the mountains away, nor can she be Hua Mulan or Mu Guiying.

All my dreams now are to make money.

In the end, it all turned into making money.

Gnawing on his own bones, Tang Shi's expression was very calm, without the loss and regret of losing his dream.

Song Ci felt a little blocked in his heart.

In this era, dreams are a luxury after all, and there are not many people who can pursue them. After all, many people are screened out by the conditions.

Putting down the chopsticks, Song Ci watched her eat.

Noticing the oily stains at the corner of her mouth, Song Ci took out a piece of toilet paper, stood up slightly, and bent over to wipe her mouth.

Because of Song Ci's action, Tang Shi seemed to be frozen.

You, you, what are you doing?

Staring wide-eyed, she just looked at Song Ci without moving, just in a daze.

"There is oil!" Song Ci looked at her: "There is no more now."

Tang Shi was speechless.

She was not mentally prepared for this kind of intimate contact without asking her whether she agreed or not.

For a while, the atmosphere became a little more awkward.

At [-] rpm, Tang Shi thought of a topic: "Where does my friend have two air conditioners, second-hand ones, very cheap, and asked me if I want them."

Tang poetry organized the language for a while before speaking out.

Without thinking about it, Song Ci nodded, because the air conditioner is not so coincidental, there are only two of them, unless it is artificial.

It's like he bought an electric car.

"How much is it, I'll transfer it to you." Song Ci said.

Tang Shi shook his head.

Seeing that Song Ci took out a tissue again, she quickly wiped her mouth with the tissue.

Song Ci reached out and wiped her face again: "Well, I didn't wipe it clean!"

Tang poetry: "."

I warn you, don't come to this set, I don't eat this set.

Don't overdo it, I'll yell again.

"No need to pay, just deduct from the money I rented the electric car." Tang Shi slapped Germina's stammer back.

The two finally came up with a plan that Song Ci would not give her the money for the air conditioner, and there would be no rent for the electric car. Except for Song Ci's business, she could use it at other times.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't say much in a tacit understanding.

To be honest, Song Ci likes this kind of mutual caring relationship very much, and also recognizes this kind of positive emotion with feedback.

It's not who is begging for whom, and it's not who is superior to whom. They are evenly close to each other, fair and just, and evenly matched.

"Mr. Tang, how much is the dowry?" Song Ci asked casually.

Tang Shi looked at him, thinking whether it would be more appropriate to talk about this topic in the future?
After a meal, why are you talking about the bride price?

"Six thousand six, eight thousand eight, sixteen thousand." Tang Shi replied: "If I meet someone I want to marry, I don't want a bride price!"

Are you serious?

Song Ci was a little surprised at the amount of the bride price, not too much, but too little.

Such a fine tradition is simply a local benchmark. If you meet this kind of girl when you get married, your ancestors will have to stand up and bow to thank you.

"The kind you want to marry?" Song Ci asked her curiously: "I'm just curious, don't look at me so strangely!"

After saying this, Song Ci felt that it was fake, and he couldn't hide his inflated curiosity.

There is no way, the words are all over here.

"Don't hit me to the death. You know you won't get drunk if you drink alcohol, you know you'll hurt yourself if you smoke, you can make enough money to support your family, and you don't have to be beautiful or ugly." Tang Shi wrote a doggerel.

There are not many criteria for choosing a spouse. It is better to be able to live a life, to live a life, and to live a life without making noise.

You don't need him to earn tens of millions of dollars, you don't need him to do housework, you don't need to learn to be rich, and you don't need to be too gentle.

She herself is a person full of flaws, so she never thought about finding a husband. She is a perfect person, and she can't grasp it.

"What about you, what kind of wife do you want to find?" Tang Shi asked back.

The corners of Song Ci's mouth curled up slightly, looked at her and said, "Seriously?"

Tang Shi nodded.

It's all over here, are you still lying?That's so boring.

"If I'm looking for a wife, I'd still like to find someone like you!" Song Ci replied: "Managing a family well, gentle and generous, small family jade, hardworking, self-reliant and self-reliant, like a fish and a wild goose, like a moon and a flower."

Tang poetry: "."

Say, is this the girl?
This kind of woman is not her no matter if you look at it separately or in combination.

If she has such conditions, she will find a rich second generation who has run away from home, and then hold a baby and try to marry into a wealthy family.

"I'm the one who cares about every detail, calculates carefully, has no connotation, no rest, has a bad temper, is not highly educated, looks average, has an average figure, comes from a rural background, and seeks to survive in the city. This is me!" Tang Shi replied.

With self-knowledge, Tang Shi has always felt that he needs to have it, at least he needs to know what kind of situation he is.

She is not as good as Song Ci said.

Song Ci shook his head: "No."

Song Ci felt that she was too modest, too modest, and always looked down on herself.

In fact, she is already a very rare kind of woman.

"That's because you didn't see clearly." Tang Shi replied.

She said it very seriously.

Supporting the table, Song Ci slammed closer to her, and with a distance of a few centimeters, his breath hit her face.

"I didn't see it clearly, then I'll take a closer look!"

Like an electric shock, Tang Shi subconsciously moved.

the next moment.

Tang Shi's palm and Song Ci's face came into close contact.

Snapped!
(End of this chapter)