Contentment grows joy

Chapter 42
"Li'er, are you off work? I'll pick you up." Wang Jun called. He sounded not in a good mood, and there seemed to be faint lingering sounds of crying.

"Ah?!...Okay!" Millet originally asked Shen Ziqiang to go out for dinner, but tomorrow, he will be on a business trip to the project department.

But Wang Jun seemed to be in an unstable mood on the phone, which made Miu Li a little worried, so she had to call Shen Ziqiang, sorry to let him go home first.

Shen Ziqiang graciously let Mili go, but gently told her to be careful, after all, the first three months were still very critical.

Miu Li calmly agreed, but there was a burst of warmth in her heart. Shen Ziqiang's understanding made Miu Li feel free and safe.

After a while, Wang Jun drove her red convertible BMW and parked ostentatiously at the gate of the millet unit.

After she got out of the car, she leaned against the front of the car while smoking a cigarette, looking around and waiting for Mili. Behind her slightly sunken sunglasses, two restless eyes were half exposed.

"Hey, Mili, I'm here." As soon as Mili walked to the gate, Wang Jun waved at her, and his chest in a low-cut dress swayed as she waved.

The sharp voice, the scarlet painted nails, the red lips exhaling smoke rings, exuding a strong fragrance...

When these elements come together, people who come and go can't help but look at them.

Even the old man who was watching the door came out of the reception room at the door, and looked this way with his mouth open.

"Friend Wang Jun, what's the matter with you? Are you stimulated? Dressed like this?" Millet smiled and snatched the cigarette from Wang Jun's hand, snuffed it out, and threw it into the trash can.

Wang Jun usually dresses more fashionable and avant-garde, but it is not as exaggerated as today.

Wang Jun is half a year older and younger than Mili. Although Mili is more elegant than her, she always calls Mili a child, and Mili calls her a big friend.

"Here, take a look." Wang Jun took off his sunglasses and moved towards Mioli.

"Oh my god! What's the matter with you?" Just now, the sunglasses were half-covered, and Mili didn't pay attention. When the sunglasses were taken off, Mili could see clearly. Wang Jun's eyes were swollen like peaches.

"When did you cut your double eyelids? Actually, I think your phoenix eyes are pretty." Millet smiled.

"No! I cried last night and today morning." Wang Jun looked at his toes as if nothing had happened, and said calmly.

"What?! Crying?!" Mili didn't realize it all of a sudden, and almost cried out.

"Brother Wang Jun, what's the matter? Did you lose money in stock trading? Lost all your money? Or which piece of clothing didn't you get?" Millet licked Wang Jun's thickly powdered face and joked with a smile.

"No, Wang Lian raised a vixen outside." Wang Jun still spoke calmly, but in a low voice.

"What?" Milia really didn't hear clearly.

"I just said that Wang Lian raised a fucking vixen outside for two years, and the child is one year old." Wang Jun couldn't hold back any longer, and cried loudly.

The red and swollen peaches began to flow out peach juice, tick-tock.

"Ah?!... This Wang Lian, it's outrageous, you are so much younger than him, and he is still messing around outside... This... This is outrageous, let's go, let's settle the score with him." Millet Finally came to his senses, dragging Wang Jun to settle accounts with Wang Lian.

"Forget it, I drove him away, I want to calm down." Wang Jun held on to Mili, and put on his sunglasses again.

"You come out like this, what about Xiao Yuan'er?" Miu Li suddenly thought that Wang Jun's son Xiao Yuan'er should be out of school now.

"I asked my mother to pick him up, let's go, have a drink with me!" Wang Jun couldn't say anything, and dragged Mili to the car.

"Okay, okay, slow down, I'll go by myself." At this time, Miu Li couldn't refuse such a sad person, so she had to follow her into the car.

"Hey, Comrade Millet, when did you get such a beautiful girlfriend?" Su Qin suddenly appeared at some point, held the window of the car, poked his head in, and smiled at Wang Jun.

"Hi, my name is Wang Jun." Wang Jun held the steering wheel with one hand, and stretched out the other hand towards Su Qin.

"Come on, let's go." Millet patted Wang Jun's hand, urging her to leave quickly.

"My name is Su Qin." Su Qin shouted after chasing the car's butt.

Wang Jun stretched out his hand, gestured ok to the back, stepped on the gas pedal, and left in the dust.

"Comrade Millet, you are too stingy, you don't agree to me, you don't let me talk to your best friend..." As soon as the car left, Su Qin's call came right after.

"Fuck you, Comrade Su Qin, do you think I don't know that you and little Yaoyao are getting along?" Millet shouted at Su Qin angrily.

"No, Comrade Milli, Xiao Yaoyao and I..."

"If you make a bad idea and hit my best friend on the head, I'll chop off your hands. Also, don't bully the little Yaoyao! If you dare to bully her, I'll chop off your feet!" Millet didn't care What Su Qin wanted to say, he threateningly threatened the phone and hung up the phone.

"My friend Wang Jun, let me tell you, not to mention that you haven't divorced yet, just this Su Qin, the whole dude, do you still want to hit the south wall again?" Millet pointed at Wang Jun, and it was a lesson .

"Oh, why don't you just say hello, can you please stop making such a fuss!" Wang Jun giggled, as if she wasn't the one who was sad and angry just now.

"You, you... What do you want me to say about you, friend Wang Jun?!" Millet shook her head helplessly.

Millet and Wang Jun have been close since childhood, but their personalities are completely opposite.

Millet looks delicate and graceful, calm and refined, with lofty wisdom and low-key behavior, while Wang Jun is more mature, charming, irritable, impulsive, loves to dress up, and likes to make friends with rich people. Her goal is to marry a lover own rich man.

Wang Jun met her current husband Wang Lian when she was still in her senior year.

Wang Lian runs a trading company, divorced once, and is 20 years older than Wang Jun.He is a rich man, after meeting Wang Jun in a bar, he chased after the young Wang Jun.

Naturally, Wang Jun couldn't stand it. He married Wang Lian as soon as he graduated from university. A year after their marriage, they gave birth to their son Xiaoyuaner, and then became a full-time housewife as a matter of course.

The whole day is either buying clothes or jewelry, or drinking coffee to lose weight and beautify.

She thinks she's living a happy life.

Mili once persuaded her to find a job.

Millet thinks that a woman, no matter how good her husband is, still needs a job. At least, she can live up to what she has learned. In addition, she will not be derailed by society. She has her own value in front of her husband, and she can speak well. Go, you have to be confident in your life.

Besides, for women, beauty is only one of the advantages. If you only use color to subdue your man, the day when you get old and look tired, is the day when he will leave you.

Wang Jun didn't care about Millet's admonition, raised his chin, and arrogantly replied two words: He dares!

Looking at Wang Lian's aging face and his still beautiful body, Wang Jun is full of confidence, and often teases Wang Lian proudly: "If you have the ability, go outside and look for it. I'll see which mistress is willing to follow you. If you find Yes, I will congratulate you, oh, yes, if you want to leave, give 2000 million in cash, and other calculations, I will give you freedom.

Now, she really let her own crow's mouth hit the mark.

I'm so fucking cheap!Thinking of this, Wang Jun couldn't help slapping himself hard on the face.

"Smoking now, it's too late!" Millet smiled.

"It's not too late, let's lay the foundation for finding the next one!" Wang Jun followed with a smile.

"Really planning to divorce?" The two fell silent, and Miu Li asked.

"Yeah!" Wang Jun hummed softly, turned his head and gave Mioli a wry smile.

"What can you do if you don't leave? The woman said that if Wang Lian doesn't marry her, she will sue him for bigamy!" Wang Jun said in a low voice, and Millet clearly saw a big teardrop falling down on the ground. On Wang Jun's beautiful skirt, a small area was smudged and wet.

"Oh!" Milia didn't know what to say.

The car stopped and went quietly on the road, and there was a bit of a traffic jam during off-duty hours.

"Milia—"

"Who's calling me?"

Millet looked back and forth, left and right.

"I also seem to hear someone calling you." While waiting for the red light, Wang Jun also looked around.

"Milia -- Wang Jun --"

The voice rang again, adding Wang Jun's name.

Millet looked around again.

"It's Su Qin." Millet saw the silver-gray Mercedes-Benz convertible trotting parked not far from them, also waiting for the traffic lights.

"Go away, ignore him." Millet urged Wang Jun.

Wang Jun had no choice but to be obedient.

Who knows, Su Qin didn't give up and followed closely behind.

"Hey, Su Qin, are you sick? What do you want to do? What are you following us for?" Millet yelled angrily as soon as the call came.

"No wow, didn't I happen to see you just now, say hello."

"Then you are still following us!"

"Isn't this road driven by your family? Can't I go?"

"..."

Millet hung up the phone angrily.

"Put the car aside and let him go first. I didn't expect him to be such a rascal!" Millet stared at Su Qin's car and ordered Wang Jun sternly.

After Su Qin's car passed by, Millet and the others slowly drove towards the bar where Wang Jun often goes.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived, he ran into Su Qin again.

"What the hell!" Wang Jun smiled happily.

(End of this chapter)