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Chapter 30 Is there a way to control your husband?

"You must be giving it to your classmate. If you want me to know that you smoked this cigarette yourself, then we won't have the wedding! Let's get divorced immediately!"

Ma Xiaofang hit Zhang Pengfei with words.

"Hey, my wife, can you stop calling for divorce all day long, I'm scared to hear that!"

Zhang Pengfei complained to Ma Xiaofang timidly and helplessly.

"You're right to be afraid!"

Ma Xiaofang felt that she controlled her husband well, so she warned Zhang Pengfei sharply: "Anyway, if you dare to lie to me, I will divorce you! There is no negotiation!"

Zhang Pengfei was really convinced. He nodded with a slumped head and stopped competing with Ma Xiaofang.

"What are you still doing, hurry up and find your classmate!"

Ma Xiaofang felt anxious when she saw Zhang Pengfei's flesh was moaning.

Zhang Pengfei smiled ashamedly and begged in a low voice: "Um...can you send me a 200 yuan red envelope on WeChat?"

Ma Xiaofang immediately asked alertly: "What are you doing? You gave your classmate cigarettes and money? You don't owe him 200 yuan and haven't paid it back for many years, right?"

Zhang qingyang was about to vomit blood, and he shouted, "how is that possible! I mean, you give me 200 yuan, and I'll treat brother shan to dinner at noon. It's time for dinner, and it's our territory again. You can't wait Can Brother Shan treat me to dinner?"

"You don't even have 200 yuan to treat guests to dinner?" Ma Xiaofang asked in disgust.

Zhang Pengfei complained: "My salary and savings are all in your hands. You only give me ten yuan in pocket money every week. I can't save enough 200 yuan in a year!"

Ma Xiaofang asked in disbelief, "Where's your little treasury?"

Zhang Pengfei was about to cry: "How can the Ai family have a small treasury?"

Ma Xiaofang caught a glimpse of Jing Shan, who was waiting impatiently outside, looking into the convenience store through the glass.

It's not good to waste time arguing with zhang qingyang.

He called Zhang Pengfei: "You go treat me first. When you check out, take a photo of the bill and send it to me. I will then transfer the money to you and reimburse you accordingly."

Zhang Pengfei really accepted his wife's tricks.

As long as it comes to money-related issues, his wife won't give in!
It is said that such a wife can protect the family wealth.

But Zhang Pengfei was so frustrated!
But nothing.

Who made him yearn for Ma Xiaofang's smooth body?

As long as Ma Xiaofang makes him tired every night.

Then he is willing to endure these grievances.

"Then...well...you must transfer the money to me then, don't let me embarrass myself."

As a true wife slave, Zhang Pengfei could only compromise at this time.

Ma Xiaofang was very conscientious about spending money: "I will definitely transfer it to you, but don't pretend to be a rich man and go crazy. You can't spend more than 200 yuan at most. You can find a way to make up for the excess of 200 yuan."

"I know, I know, so I'll ask Brother Shan to go to the halal restaurant in Zhenkou. The two of us won't be able to eat two hundred. He's driving a car and can't drink."

Ma Xiaofang thought of something and brought two more cans of Coke to Zhang Pengfei and told him: "Bring more Coke so that you don't have to order drinks."

"My wife will still be able to live her life, hehe. ... Then I'm leaving. You take care of the store and call me if you need anything."

Zhang Pengfei happily put the Coke and two pieces of Zhongnanhai into a plastic bag, and left as he spoke.

Ma Xiaofang reminded me angrily: "Don't just take advantage of what you have eaten. Leave me alone in the store to eat instant noodles! Pack a mutton fried rice for me. I love that restaurant's mutton fried rice!"

"As the Ai family knows, mutton fried rice plus 10 tendons is your standard dish."

After hearing what Zhang Pengfei said, Ma Xiaofang nodded with satisfaction.

Watching Zhang Pengfei go out to find Jingshan.

……

"I'm sorry, Brother Shan, for keeping you waiting. You can take the Coke and cigarettes."

Zhang Pengfei greeted Jingshan and handed Jingshan a plastic bag while apologizing.

"Hey, I'm just about to replenish my food rations - Zhongnanhai at [-], right?"

Jingshan smiled and took the plastic bag, glanced at it and asked.

"It's necessary. Brother Shan, you are a nostalgic person at first glance. You always draw eight."

Zhang Pengfei smiled and complimented Jingshan.

"I slipped my tongue, and I'm too lazy to change it."

Jingshan chatted casually. "Me too, I smoke .[-] all the time. If I smoke other cigarettes, it's either not strong enough, or it doesn't taste right. In short, it just doesn't taste good."

It was like meeting a smoking friend, and Zhang Pengfei started chatting confidentially.

"Haha, it's the same. I also have trouble smoking other cigarettes."

Jingshan held up his mobile phone to transfer money to Zhang Pengfei: "How much do these things cost? I'll transfer them to you."

After all, they run a shop.

Or a public convenience store chain.

He can't just take other people's things.

Zhang Pengfei hurriedly pressed down on Jingshan's cell phone: "Brother Shan, are you going to slap me in the face? I'm giving you two cigarettes, and I don't care if you ask for money. What a joke!"

"Let me turn it around for you."

Jingshan gave in again.

"No need! My wife gave this to you specially. Thank you for the magic you just performed for her."

Zhang Pengfei knew that Ma Xiaofang was looking at them through the glass, so he said hello to the room.

Jingshan also greeted Ma Xiaofang through the glass.

Then he said to Zhang Pengfei: "If you say that, I won't be polite."

"Why are you being polite to me!"

Zhang Pengfei tried his best to trick Jingshan: "Which of us is following the other? It's too awkward to give two cigarettes back in return!"

"Okay, just to tell you this, I'm going to treat you to lunch today. You can find a place."

Jingshan couldn't take advantage of his younger brother, so he proposed to treat him.

Zhang Pengfei pretended to be generous and said: "This is my chassis, how can I let you treat me? I have to treat you!"

Jing Shan wouldn't compete with Zhang qingyang.

He said with a smile: "Okay, okay, your territory is all yours."

when saying this.

Jingshan subconsciously thought of Jay Chou's "My Land".

The karaoke system played this song for him.

But it’s too difficult to sing.

He failed to challenge successfully.

I don’t know what the hidden reward behind this song is.

Could it be some kind of territory skill?
——As long as they are in his territory, everyone must listen to him?
"Brother Shan, I invite you to a cow-head feast!"

His pockets were empty, but Zhang Pengfei's tone was open.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he would treat Jingshan to a cow-head feast.

"Just the two of us, eating a bull's head feast? Can we eat it?"

Jingshan once had a cow-head feast when he was hauling coal in Inner Mongolia.

Two thousand to one table.

A huge beef head with eight side dishes to go.

At that time, eight of them, the drivers of the big truck pulling coal, ate it up and finally wiped out the entire table of cattle-head feast.

Now it's just him and Zhang Pengfei.

Eating the Cow Head Feast seems too luxurious and cannot be eaten at all.

Zhang Peng flew back and clasped his head like a traitor.

He explained with a smile: "The name of the halal restaurant is 'Nutou Feast'. Hey, their specialty is also the Nugget Feast, but we definitely can't eat it. We can order something else."

"Okay, the name of this restaurant sounds pretty good. Is it far? Should we go there on foot or by car?"

Jingshan asked Zhang Pengfei.

"Let's drive, the restaurant is a bit far to walk. I haven't been in a big G yet."

Looking at the Mercedes-Benz G parked not far away in Jingshan, Zhang Pengfei's fat ass felt itchy and he couldn't wait to sit on it and feel good.

(End of this chapter)