Contentment grows joy

Chapter 31 The Dowry
Millet has nothing to do with Qianhui, so she has to come out and calm down.

On the side of the road, a little girl, carrying a drawing board, walked past her holding her mother's hand.

Leave behind a string of pleasant laughter.

"Mom, thank you for coming out so late to accompany me to draw the dead wood under the street lamp!"

"Baby, you are my mother's baby, and everything my mother does for you is worth it!"

……

Mili suddenly remembered the scene of her mother getting up early in the morning to accompany her to squeeze the bus to go to the dance training class when she was a child.

Unlike the mother in front of her, her mother had never said such provocative words to her, she only acted forcefully, arrogantly and domineeringly.

It was like this when I was a child, and it is like this now.

"Alas!" Millet sighed, ready to go back and have a good talk with Qianhui.

The phone rang, and it was Shen Ziqiang.

"Hey, wife, have you discussed it with your parents? When do you need me to come pick you up?" Shen Ziqiang's warm voice came from the phone, which made Millet very heartwarming.

"Husband." Millet murmured.

"Hey." The other side responded softly.

Quietly, you can hear each other's even breathing.

How pure, how peaceful.

If only time stood still!

Such a simple feeling, why do you have to mix those secular rituals?
Mili decided to say no to Comrade Qian Hui in her own way.

"Husband, I've finished chatting with them, you can pick me up in half an hour." Millet softly said to Shen Ziqiang.

"Bang bang bang!" Millet knocked heavily on the door.

"Yo, Li'er, are you back?" Su Jian opened the door and smiled politely.

Qianhui still maintains the posture when she left.

In fact, she didn't go out for long.

It's freezing cold.

"Well, I thought about it, since you have already told your relatives and friends, I can't change it, the wedding, you can do it if you want." Millet paused, and looked at Qianhui.

Qian Hui has the attitude of a victor who is the only one who respects me.

Millet suppressed her anger secretly.

"However, it's limited to the people you've already invited. Others are exempted. Moreover, we don't want to hold those protracted and complicated ceremonies. Let's toast and let everyone have a simple meal."

"How can I do that?!..." Qian Hui, who was sitting firmly on the sofa, became restless.

"Then why not?" Millet raised her eyebrows.

"Your colleagues, friends, and, Shen Zhiqiang's colleagues, friends..." Qian Hui began to ramble.

"You don't need to worry about these, we have our own ideas!" Millet interrupted Qian Hui resolutely.

"What's it like to get married without a ceremony?" Qian will feel that he can't afford to lose this person.

"You, when you married my dad, what ceremony did you have? Didn't you just get the certificate and invite a few tables for dinner?"

"This, this time, that time, how can the present be compared with the past?" Qian Hui argued.

"Why can't it be compared?!" Millet has never lost a verbal battle, especially with Qianhui.

"I'm not going to talk to you about this. In short, the wedding must be held, and there must be a ceremony!" Qian Hui stood up, thrusting his waist, and stared at Millet.

"If you insist on doing those nonsensical things, I dare to call off the wedding!" Miu Li resorted to her trump card and glared at Qian Hui.

In the house, swords are on the verge of breaking out!
Seeing that a big war is about to break out!
Su Jian got up quickly, went to the kitchen and brought out two glasses of water.

"Come on, two aunts, after talking for so long, you must be thirsty. Drink some water to moisten your throat."

Su Jian didn't feel it without saying it. After what he said, the two of them really felt thirsty, and each took a glass of water and drank it.

Seeing that the two put down their cups, Su Jian stretched out his hands to both sides, making an invitation.

"Both, go on, go on, let out a roar when you're thirsty, and I'll bring you water and do chores."

Qian Hui and Li Li couldn't help laughing "puchi" at Su Jian's antics.

The atmosphere instantly eased a lot.

"Comrade Qian Hui, I have already given in to the wedding, don't be ignorant!" Mili took a breath and threatened.

Qian Hui knew that what Mioli said was the truth, she had already annoyed her, and she was almost reaching the bottom line.

"Okay then, the wedding is up to you, let's talk about the bride price." Qian Hui changed the subject.

"You, Comrade Qian Hui, would like something so tacky as a betrothal gift?" Su Jian, who had been serving as an ornament by the side, couldn't help interjecting.

"Why don't you like it? I'm just a girl, and I'm getting married. A wedding isn't like a wedding... don't you even ask for a bride price?" Qian Hui yelled at Su Jian brazenly.

Su Jian was so frightened that he shrank his head, shut his mouth, and moved to the edge of the sofa.

He was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, Qian Hui would punch and kick him.

"Comrade Qian Hui, you're selling your daughter for every mouthful, are you selling your daughter?" Mili's sharp eyes were aimed at Qian Hui.

"Why do you want a bride price? Don't you have any money?"

"That's right, you are a family when you get married, so why worry about it? Besides, the children have just settled in a new home, and after they settle down, they have to have children and raise them. There are a lot of places to spend money. You say you, what do you want from this?" What dowry gift..." Su Jian also helped Su Li in a low voice.

"Shut up, go, pour water for us." Qian Hui interrupted Su Jian ferociously.

"Hey, that's great, let's go." Su Jian responded, and quickly poured water before he finished speaking. He was afraid that he would be a minute too late, because he was thirsty for the two most honorable women in the family.

"You little girl, you have never suffered a loss or been deceived, and you don't know the dangers of people's hearts. I want a gift money now, and I save it for you. In case Shen Ziqiang does something sorry to you one day, I will It means that in case, then, you also have some money, right?" Qian Hui thought it was reasonable.

"You?! Comrade Qian Hui, why do you look at Shen Ziqiang like this? You really judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!" Millet's lips trembled with anger.

Qian will guard against Shen Ziqiang, isn't that a denial of his vision?

"Today, I made my words clear, dowry, you don't want a penny!" Millet's decisive voice resounded through the sky.

"Even in the future, if Shen Ziqiang has anything, I will never regret it. I will bear the consequences myself!"

"Oh, the bride price is just a formality, so don't worry about it. Come, come, Comrade Qian, drink water!" Su Jian took the water in a leisurely manner, and handed it to Qianhui with a smile.

"Drink, drink, drink you big-headed ghost!" Qian Hui blocked Su Jian's hand holding the water glass, and angrily went to the kitchen to cook.

Millet defeated Qianhui.

"Yeah!" The father and daughter clapped their hands loudly.

"Comrade Qian, I'm here to help!" Su Jian hurriedly ran to the kitchen, otherwise, he would have to make a bed in the bedroom at night.

"You guys eat, Shen Ziqiang will pick me up later, we are going to invite colleagues from his unit to dinner!"

Millet said something to the kitchen, and went downstairs to wait for Shen Ziqiang.

"Hey, let Xiao Shen come up for dinner. I specially made sweet and sour pork ribs today. Didn't you say that he loves sweet and sour pork ribs?"

Qian Hui was peeling the garlic in his hand, and hurried out, there was no millet anywhere.

"The children have something to do, let's eat by ourselves." Su Jian smiled.

"Eat, eat, eat, it's all your fault to eat you!" Qian Hui threw a stripped garlic towards Su Jian.

With a "bounce", it hit Su Jian's head.

"It doesn't hurt, just let Comrade Qianhui calm down." Su Jian rubbed his head and smiled.

"Pfft!" Qian Hui laughed out loud.

Not long after the millet went down, Shen Ziqiang drove up.

As soon as Mili got into the car, Shen Ziqiang's phone rang.

Millet glanced at it, and it was a man named Tian Rong who beat him.

"Your call is from a man named Tian Rong."

"Oh, it's her, don't worry about her, it's nothing important." Shen Ziqiang stared ahead.

Mili noticed that Shen Ziqiang seemed to have a flicker of panic on his face.

Millet thought it was her own illusion, but she caught Shen Ziqiang secretly looking at the phone.

(End of this chapter)