Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

"What do you think of a good couple? You're so fierce, who would dare to marry you?" Wang Zihao turned on the speakerphone of his cell phone, put it aside and started working on the computer.

"What do you know? I'm mean because I know you won't marry me." Liu Piaopiao said righteously.

"If I marry you, will you not be mean to me?" Wang Zihao asked casually.

"Of course." Liu Piaopiao said.

"You wish!" said Wang Zihao.

Then, he continued to be scolded by Liu Piaopiao.

"Say more nice things and don't cause trouble for your third sister and your parents." While Liu Piaopiao was tired of scolding and taking a sip of water, Wang Zihao said, "Why was the prince of love songs from 20 or 30 years ago legally destroyed? You can look at all his interviews and see who he praised and commended. This person is good at singing and arguing. If he offends too many people, he will have no way out."

"Why do you have to keep saying nice things? Don't you know that people who always say nice things have dirty hearts?" Liu Piaopiao retorted, "If you say dirty words out loud, your mind will be clear. If you keep them in your heart, it will make your heart dirty."

Wang Zihao was speechless.

Liu Piaopiao said angrily, "The old man made 14 yuan from selling vegetables, but was fined 10 yuan. A certain boss made a fortune out of nothing, owed 2 trillion yuan, and his family absconded with tens of billions. He was only fined tens of millions, not even a fraction of that, and he didn't have to go to jail. It's really great."

"Take it easy, or you'll scold your parents." Wang Zihao reminded.

"They deserve to be scolded. They are occupying the toilet but not doing anything. Shouldn't we be scolded?" Liu Piaopiao sacrificed her own relatives for the sake of justice.

"Okay, okay, I'll clean up the room for you." Wang Zihao surrendered.

This girl is not stupid, but she is very scheming.

If he doesn't agree, I will continue to attack his soul. If the distance is close enough, I will also use physical attacks.

"Wouldn't it have been done if you had agreed earlier?" Liu Piaopiao snorted.

A small town next to Junsha, a remote resort.

Gigi Yang wasn't in good condition a few days ago, so Liu Qianqian and Liu Xiangxiang took her out for a walk.

This is a dense forest park with dense green shade and towering trees.

A breeze rustled the leaves, bringing cool air.

Walking on the path in the woods, you can see lush trees from time to time. They are very old, and a mysterious atmosphere permeates the woods.

There are many streams and small lakes in the park, and the turquoise water is clear and transparent.

The stream flows gently, and the quiet valley and graceful waterfalls take people away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

There are also many cute little animals in the park, they either stroll leisurely or chase and play, bringing endless joy to those around them.

In such a forest park, you can feel the beauty of nature, experience the power of nature, and feel happy both physically and mentally.

After staying for two days, Gigi Yang's condition has indeed improved a lot.

"Read less of Zihao's books in the future. He says he just writes nonsense." Under a pavilion, Liu Qianqian was peeling fruit for her grandmother.

"Su Dongpo" was published, and Gigi Yang became depressed because of reading this biographical literature.

When others read it, like Guo Qing, they will feel that their life has become clearer.

But Gigi Yang is different, just because she saw "Jiang Cheng Zi".

"Ten years of life and death, I can never forget you without even thinking of you. A thousand miles away from my lonely grave, I have no one to talk to about my sadness. Even if we meet, we won't recognize each other, with dust all over our faces and hair like frost."

"I suddenly returned to my hometown in a dream last night. I was sitting in the window, dressing myself. We looked at each other without saying a word, but with tears streaming down our faces. I guess the place where my heart breaks every year is the short pine hill on a moonlit night."

It has been exactly ten years since her husband passed away, and Gigi Yang was reminded of her husband's past.

The relationship between her and her husband is not deep, but at least not as deep as that between her children and grandchildren. All the keys are master keys, and the locks come with several keys when they leave the factory. They can even be duplicated, as long as you have money.

"My second sister got the manuscript a long time ago, but she didn't show it to grandma. I thought my second sister was stingy, but it turns out she did it for your own good." Liu Xiangxiang cut the peeled fruit into slices and chunks, inserted toothpicks, and handed them to Gigi Yang.

Alas, she didn't want to come and accompany grandma.

The third sister can do it alone, since grandma has nurses and attendants following her.

But her third brother-in-law insisted that she come. If her skin had not been rubbed and she needed rest, she would not have come.

"Your boyfriend's writing may seem like random scribbling, but that's what's scary." Yang Lizi said to Liu Qianqian, "'Hundred Herb Garden' embodies this point. It's rare to find prose that reaches his level. The most enviable thing is that his style is so unique that it can't be imitated."

"I think "Hundred Herb Garden" is very ordinary. The writing is plain and there is nothing that attracts me," said Liu Xiangxiang.

"You haven't experienced our generation, so you can't resonate with it." Gigi Yang didn't blame her granddaughter for being "superficial", after all, she is still a little girl.

Many people judge writers in a rough way, only considering the beauty of their writing.

Anyone who has studied Chinese knows that essays that are simple but also have a touch of beauty are the easiest to write.

It may be difficult for ordinary people to pile up beautiful words, but for people majoring in Chinese, it is just a word game.

In an era when love letters are popular, students majoring in Chinese can earn their living expenses by writing prose love letters for others, and basically every letter they write is accepted.

There's nothing you can do about it, little girls will fall for this.

This is also the reason why many boys in the Chinese department look down on Xu Zhimo. His style is too easy to imitate.

Let the men in the Chinese department try to imitate Lu Xun. No matter how they try, their works are not quite the same. When compared with Lu Xun's works, they always feel that they have written a lot of nonsense.

There are only a few thousand commonly used Chinese characters, but some people can use them to write works that make people's scalps tingle, while some people's works are so insulting that even throwing them into the trash can would be considered garbage.

The fact that netizens had so much fun playing with the Kong Yiji joke is enough to illustrate this point.

There are many works describing pedantic literati, but there are few who can bring a person to life in less than a few hundred words like Lu Xun, and even make him unforgettable.

This is the real writing style and real skills.

Junsha, a commercial vehicle is driving on the West Second Ring Road.

Liu Yueyue sat in the car, feeling a little irritated.

There was another quarrel.

She wanted to regain her legal freedom and revealed it to a good friend, but was scolded by the friend.

The other party spoke to her in a calm tone.

"In this society, divorce has become too simple. All you need to do is go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and sign, and after a cooling-off period, you can leave separately. It's not shameful."

"If you have made this decision after careful consideration, I will not object. But I would like to ask you to think carefully again. If you find your first marriage difficult, you may encounter more problems in your second marriage, or even fail again."

"Marriage is a responsibility that two people shoulder together. Have you tried every possible way to save the relationship? If not, why not give yourself and each other a chance? Divorce is not the only way to solve the problem, there may be other options."

Liu Yueyue regretted telling her best friend about her plan. What kind of toxic chicken soup is this? My husband is already supporting another woman, and they should have a baby. And you still want me to work hard to get back together and give her a chance?

It’s not like I don’t have any other choice.

I would rather cry in a luxury car than laugh on the back of a bicycle.

Liu Yueyue now felt that she was not only sitting on the back seat of a bicycle, but also crying.

Although it is late August, the summer in Junsha is still scorching hot.

The sunlight shines on the ground, making the whole city steaming hot.

Fortunately, the trees on both sides of the street can provide a little shade and coolness for pedestrians. In this kind of weather, only vendors who are in a hurry to use the money will push their stalls out to sell fruits. Not long after, Liu Yueyue's special car arrived at Wind's Whisper.

After she got out of the car, the driver drove away.

Liu Yueyue scanned her face to enter the courtyard. After entering, she did not walk towards the door immediately, but stood in the courtyard.

She has a beautiful and refined face, picturesque features, and her light skirt, illuminated by the summer sun, is stretched out as if it is about to jump at any time.

She seems to be the most beautiful scenery in summer and the most gentle woman.

She is tall, still in good shape, with charming curves, but except for the people around her, who would have thought that she is already a mother.

Vines cover the walls, growing lush and green under the scorching sun, with strong vitality.

The pavilion at the corner of the wall hadn't been occupied for a long time and looked very lonely.

Taking off her fashionable sun hat, Liu Yueyue scanned her fingerprint and entered the house.

The house was very quiet, as if no one was there.

Liu Yueyue wasn't sure whether her brother-in-law was at home, but she just wanted to come over and check on him.

Only by staying in this house could her heart calm down.

This was a feeling she had increasingly after she became pregnant with her second child.

There is a small whiteboard in the living room, which is covered with words and patterns, and looks like a blackboard used in company meetings.

Liu Yueyue looked at it for a while and thought it should have been written when her brother-in-law and sister were discussing a project.

My brother-in-law could have created tax revenue for the country comparable to that of a large enterprise by himself, but he did not rest on his laurels. He said that if you are poor, you should take care of yourself, and if you are rich, you should help the world.

One person is comparable to a large enterprise and does not contribute much to society.

A company with less than 20,000 employees earned the same profit in just one quarter as a company with more than 500,000 employees would have in a year.

This phenomenon is not a miracle, but a deformity and a cancer of social development.

The wealth created by all working people is taken away by a small number of capitalists.

If all companies were like these companies, choosing to make the most profits with the least number of people and exploiting employees and society without limits, the end result would surely be the overall collapse of society.

The share price of a certain JD.com is only one-fourth of that of a certain Pinduoduo, but it employs more than 50 people. Do you know what these 50 people mean?

It means hundreds of thousands of employed families.

JD.com employs the most employees, pays them five insurances and one fund, and assumes the most social responsibilities, but its revenue is the lowest among the three e-commerce giants.

It is using e-commerce to do real charity and should not be ridiculed.

If all companies were like it and employed the most people, the unemployment rate would be much lower, consumption would increase significantly, and the society would be more prosperous.

The development goal of an enterprise should first be the development of its people rather than the development of profit margins. The United States’ blind pursuit of return on capital has led to the hollowing out of its domestic industry. Despite being ahead of the major Eastern countries, it was ultimately defeated.

When entrepreneurs do charity, they should first increase their employees’ wages, rather than keeping their employees’ wages low and then doing charity with a stern face.

This is all pseudo-charity, and too many companies engage in this kind of pseudo-charity.

My brother-in-law is practicing the concept of common prosperity and is an entrepreneur fighting for his ideals. Liu Yueyue hopes that her brother-in-law can stick to his original aspirations and not succumb to the pressure of capital.

Once he surrenders, it means the failure of an idealist and the beginning of a worse era, which is the misfortune of all workers.

In the study.

Not long after switching from voice typing to keyboard typing, Wang Zihao seemed to realize something and turned his head to look towards the study door.

The sunlight has passed through the window, from the middle floor of the study, to the door, and onto Liu Yueyue's soft hair.

Every strand of her hair is bathed in warm light, her face is pretty, her eyebrows are picturesque, and her pair of bright eyes reflect her gentle temperament.

The chiffon dress has a slightly swaying skirt, revealing a hint of freshness and playfulness.

Wang Zihao couldn't help but grin. The world is beautiful, and Liu Yueyue has contributed to it.

She is unique, and the feeling and beauty she gives to Wang Zihao is clearly different from those of girls like Teacher Liu and Xu Meili.

"Didn't you go out to play?" Seeing Wang Zihao, Liu Yueyue smiled on her pretty face and walked inside.

"I've been to Sanwei Bookstore in Lanxiu City." Wang Zihao turned his gaming chair around and faced the door.

"Baby misses you!" Liu Yueyue walked up to Wang Zihao and naturally hugged Wang Zihao's head, who was sitting on the chair, in her arms.

To be exact, he hugged her lower abdomen and put his face against her abdomen.

Wang Zihao blushed immediately. He wanted me to hold the baby even though he hadn't come out yet.

My sister-in-law is too naive. She’s not even afraid that I will take advantage of her.

"It seems to be bigger and harder." Since his face was red, Wang Zihao reached out curiously and touched Liu Yueyue's lower abdomen.

"It's normal, about sixteen weeks." Liu Yueyue lowered her head and looked at the father and son in close contact through her belly. She was full of joy and felt very happy.

It was a feeling I had never experienced before.

"Sixteen weeks, almost four months?" Wang Zihao gently stroked his sister-in-law's bulging belly.

"Yeah." Liu Yueyue looked out the window, "Shall we go to your house for dinner tonight, or do it here?"

Wang Zihao raised his head, feeling a little embarrassed. I had an appointment with A Fei to have dinner and wash feet together.

Of course, if the foot washing is a formal one, Wang Yan will also go.

"I have an appointment with my classmates for a dinner." Wang Zihao felt a little guilty. His sister-in-law was looking forward to it, but he poured cold water on her.

"Oh." Liu Yueyue didn't care, "Count me in."

Wang Zihao was surprised: "You want to go with me?"

"Well, it's my treat." Liu Yueyue said.

The sister-in-law is the most generous woman Wang Zihao has ever met. When he goes out with her, the words he hears most often are "I'll treat" and "I'll pay the bill."

"After dinner, we still have to go wash our feet." Wang Zihao politely refused.

"Is it a formal place?" Liu Yueyue asked.

"That's for sure." Wang Zihao said.

"I'll pay!" said Liu Yueyue.

How can I refuse?

Wang Zihao had no choice but to say, "Shall I report this to Qianqian?"

"Yeah." Liu Yueyue didn't care, "You call."

Wang Zihao had no choice but to call his girlfriend.

"It's okay, you take my sister with you." Liu Qianqian readily "signed" and agreed that Wang Zihao could take his sister-in-law out for fun. (End of this chapter)