Contentment grows joy

Chapter 11
Shen Ziqiang told Miu Li that he was going on a business trip for a while.

Millet hummed lightly.

Mili thinks that he should be able to make a phone call.

However, Shen Ziqiang didn't make a single call, as if he had forgotten her.

Millet was a little angry.

What is this?

I made a few phone calls before, and the conversation went well. Although everyone didn't say it clearly, they had already tacitly agreed to the relationship between each other.

But, why not even a phone call?

This migrant worker!

Hey, forget it, let it be.

Maybe, the migrant workers simply don't look down on me, or maybe they feel too much pressure.

In the past, some blind dates also showed more or less pressure to associate with her.

Huang Tian once said to her half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Li'er, don't think that you are beautiful, have a famous university, and have a good job, so you think you are great. Let me tell you, it is such a person that it is difficult to find a partner now. Look at it. , who have the same conditions as you or slightly better, they already have an owner, and the character is also good if the conditions are much better than yours, people are more inclined to look for younger, beautiful girls in their twenties. There are a lot of them. There are also people with poorer conditions than you. They will feel pressured to associate with a beauty like you. Or, like Su Qin, do you want it?..."

She smiled and didn't take it seriously, thinking that there would be a fate that only belonged to her.

Now it seems that I am just a vulgar thing, nothing special, and even look down on other migrant workers.

Price drop!
Hmph, even a good person like me doesn't know how to catch it, I think you deserve to be a bachelor!
Millet felt that there was nothing special about Shen Ziqiang, and there was no reason to make herself uneasy because of this migrant worker.

Thinking of this, I felt a lot more relaxed in my heart.

Slowly, she put Shen Ziqiang aside.

Although Millet promised Qian Hui to go home for dinner, she had to work overtime for several weekends in a row, and she kept pushing and pushing the agreement with Qian Hui.

Early on Monday morning, Qianhui's phone rang impatiently.

"Li'er, I've already made this pickled pork with pickled vegetables and put it in the refrigerator. Hey, hey, look, are you free to come back this weekend?" Qian Hui asked cautiously, for fear of triggering the fuse.

After that incident, Qian Hui restrained a lot, and slowly learned to respect the word.

"Well, okay, Mom, I did have something to do on weekends a few weeks ago, and I'm fine this week, so I'll come back on Saturday." Facing the low cost of money, Mioli couldn't bear it, so she turned down the date with her best friend and decided to go on Saturday go home for dinner.

"Fine!" Qian Hui was so excited that she hung up the phone and started dancing, busy calling her good sister.

Time flies by, from Monday to Friday, even more like flies, without blinking.

"Li'er, what's the matter?" After get off work on Friday, Huang Tian was nervous, holding on to the millet mysteriously.

"What's wrong?" Millet looked puzzled.

"Well, Shen Ziqiang, who else?!"

"Oh, that migrant worker, it's okay, I haven't contacted for a long time." Mioli suddenly realized, and then she looked indifferent again.

"Oh." Huang Tian was extremely disappointed, "He's a nice guy."

Mili didn't bother to continue talking to her.

"Well, Sister Tiantian, I'm going home for dinner tomorrow, and I'm going to buy a chess set for my dad." Millet bid farewell to Huang Tian in a hurry, and went to the mall.

She has escaped from her mother's clutches, and her life has seen sunshine.

However, her father is still living under her mother's despotic power, and she really pities her father.

Su Jian has always been strict with his wife.

One look from Qianhui can make him restless for a long time.

As Su Jian, who used to be the leader of a small department, he doesn’t smoke, drink, play cards, or sing karaoke. He doesn’t have any other hobbies, but loves to play chess with people on the side of the road.

Qian Hui felt that this game of chess could not be eaten as a meal, and it was a waste of time.Throw away all of Su Jian's chess pieces.

Once, when the family was cooking, the salt ran out, so Qian Hui asked Su Jian to buy salt in the small supermarket downstairs.

Su Jian put on his shoes slowly and went downstairs.

After an hour, no one came up.

Qianhui made a few calls but didn't answer. Worried about what might happen, he turned off the fire and went down to look for him. He was surrounded by two chess players under a big tree on the street, pointing and fighting fiercely. Woolen cloth.

"Su Jian!" Qian Hui's lion roar skills are very famous in that street.

Su Jianzheng was very involved, how could he hear it.

"Hey, Lao Su, stop arguing, your wife is here."

After being reminded by others, Su Jian discovered the salt he had bought.

"Oops, I forgot to take back the salt I bought!"

Su Jian kicked his legs and ran home.

"Okay, Su Jian, I'll let you go downstairs to buy a bag of salt, just like this, if you are capable, you can play chess all day today, don't go home! Don't eat my meal!" Chase with shoe boards.

This has become an ironclad proof of Su Jian's wife's strict control.

Qianhui's reputation on that street has also increased.

After retirement, Su Jian can't do anything. Under the command of Qianhui, he cleans the table and sweeps the floor all day long, buys vegetables and cooks with a vegetable basket, and acts as a driver for Qianhui when he travels around.

Mili decides to secretly buy a chess set for her father.

Money would never dare to throw away the things she bought!
As the saying goes, one thing is one thing, Su Jian is afraid of money, and money is afraid of millet.

Millet is picking chess carefully.

Su Qin salivated and stuck it on like a dog skin plaster.

"Comrade Mili, where are you going to buy chess? Who are you giving it to?"

"My Father."

"Oh, for uncle." Su Qin laughed.

"Ah."

"Hey, this pair looks good to me." Su Qin picked up a pair and handed it to Millet.

Looking at the price of millet, it is more than 3.

"You think we are all as rich as your family, and you can buy a chess set for more than 3 yuan? You'll be full if you're full." Millet glared at Su Qin angrily.

"It's only more than 3 yuan, and it's not expensive, and I won't charge you..." Su Qin muttered with a smile.

"What did you say? Millet didn't hear clearly.

"Oh, nothing, nothing." Su Qin quickly covered it up.

"Then take your time, I have something to do, so I'm going first!" Su Qin walked away with a smirk.

"Walk slowly!" Millet didn't lift her head.

Hey, why is Su Qin so conscious today?

Milia was a little puzzled.

In the end, Miu Li chose a pair of old mahogany chess with a leather chessboard, which cost more than 800 yuan, and she was very satisfied.

When paying, the service staff told her that the little boss of her family said that this chess set was free and would be given to her.

"Little boss? Who is it?" Mili was puzzled.

"Su Qin!" The service staff told her with a smile, and secretly looked at Mili with envy.I thought to myself, the person who can make the little boss chase after him so fiercely is indeed graceful and delicate, with a good temperament!This man is really lucky!

"Forget it, I don't want it anymore." Millet put down the chess angrily and left.

I just said that Su Qin is a bit weird. It turns out that this store was opened by his family.

I went to several stores, but I couldn't find a suitable chess set.

Millet had to return empty-handed.

This Su Qin is making trouble!

For some reason, Shen Ziqiang flashed through his mind.

This Shen Ziqiang is not much better!
Millet returned home in a bad mood.

Qian Hui has already been busy preparing a table of steaming dishes.

"Mom, it's just the three of us, what a waste it is for you to cook so many dishes!" Millet shouted loudly at Qian Hui who was still busy in the kitchen.

"It's okay, there are a few important guests coming soon." Qian Hui didn't turn her head, she was cooking the last dish, pan-fried small yellow croaker.

"Important guest!?" Millet looked at Su Jian suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)