Hundreds of millions of heirs force marriage step by step: I don't want you to capture me

Chapter 82 The Ex-Wife Lives Next Door
Song Dezhi: Walk around a lot?When I look at you, I won't be able to eat for days.Now that you know the address of my home, I'm just leading a wolf into my house.

Song Dezhi has learned how shameless the father and daughter of the Wang family are.

Mother is really blind, to meet such a pair of superb father and daughter!
Along the way, the father and daughter of the Wang family talked about it, and the others simply kept silent, and the two of them felt bored in the end, so they stopped talking.

The car was extremely dull!

……

Xiangyang District,

The community is very old, and it is difficult for a car to drive in. Song's mother asked Xue Zhongyang to park the car on the side of the road.

The three got out of the car, Gillian did not give up, came to the passenger seat, and warmly invited, "Brother-in-law, we are all at the door, let's go home and have a meal. I will make a lot of delicious food, you can try it too." Is Jiao's workmanship good?"

"Yeah, Dezhi hasn't been home for a long time. Uncle will cook you a delicious meal today to make up for you."

"No, there is something else, next time."

Song Dezhi didn't like them, for the sake of his mother's face, he still had to give it.She could ignore them all her life, but her mother lived with them.

"Brother-in-law, think about what I just said. I have graduated for almost a year and I have no job yet. Otherwise, you can introduce me to your company as a secretary. I am a secretary major. As a secretary, I can handle it."

Xue Zhongyang secretly smiled: His secretary is proficient in English, French and German, has a master's degree in management abroad, and has three years of working experience as an executive director of a large multinational company.

Even if Wang Ajiao went to his company to be a receptionist, her appearance was not up to standard!

"Brother-in-law, if you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement."

Xue Zhongyang ignored Gillian and pretended not to hear.

"Zhongyang, you don't need to worry about Gillian's work. Just take care of yourself." Mother Song spoke.

"Mom, what are you talking about. I don't work, you think I eat your food at home all day, I finally want to go to work, and you don't let my brother-in-law help. Are you such a mother?"

It's hard to be a stepmother, but I just met a stepdaughter who is a mess!
Song Dezhi was worried about his own mother.

Originally, life was very happy in her later years. She got married and had a child in the future. She took care of the child. Xue Zhongyang was also a filial son. Mother Song married such a father and daughter.

Xue Zhongyang also got out of the car, took out a stack of money from his bag and stuffed it to Mother Song, "Mom, this is the living expenses I gave you, not enough for what you are asking me for."

Song's mother's eyes were red, and she stuffed the money back, "It's not easy for the two of you to make money, keep it for yourself, I have a pension, and I can support myself."

"Mom, I'm not short of this money, you take it."

Xue Zhongyang stuffed it back, and Song's mother pushed it back firmly, "Zhongyang, take it back! Mom is going to be angry."

"Mom, didn't you say that the family's living expenses are not enough? My brother-in-law is your son, and the son takes the money to honor you, why don't you continue." Seeing that the money was wide open, Gillian snatched the money, "Hey, brother-in-law, I will help my mother Keep it. Mom is too embarrassed to ask for it, so you can give it to me!"

Xue Zhongyang frowned and looked at Gillian, without saying anything, "Mom, then I will go with him first."

"Well, drive slowly on the road."

"Yes, I know."

Song Dezhi looked at Gillian holding the stack of money, and almost impulsively went down to grab the money back, a group of unfamiliar white-eyed wolves.

Xue Zhongyang got into the car and drove away slowly.

The car drove a long way, and Song Dezhi couldn't help but speak, "Why did you give my mother money?"

"Don't you often give money to your mother?"

"But I didn't give it in front of those two people. Now it's over, I gave the money to A-Jiao, and I never returned."

"If I don't give it to you, the father and daughter are also eating from their mother's pension. Your mother's pension is only a few dollars."

Song Dezhi couldn't swallow that breath, "So it's so cheap for them?"

"What can you do? Can't you bear to see your mother have no money to spend?"

Song Dezhi was angry, but he had nowhere to vent, "Zhong Yang, you don't know how outrageous the father and daughter are. That man watches TV when he opens his eyes at home, and he doesn't move around all day. That Gillian I use the Internet all the time, don’t sleep at night, and don’t wake up during the day. I have graduated, and I don’t want to find a job. Is it free and has a high salary? I want to do that kind of work too!

But, does she have that ability? "

"..."

"If they are my own father and my own sister, I will recognize them too. They are just irrelevant strangers. Why should I treat them well from the bottom of my heart?"

"..."

"You're so old, who do you want to marry? If you want to marry someone, you have to find someone with good character, but in the end you found such an incomprehensible one."

Along the way, Song Dezhi kept complaining.Xue Zhongyang knew that she felt sorry for his mother, so he let her chatter endlessly.

The car stopped at the bottom, but Song Dezhi didn't stop talking, "We're home, let's go!"

"Hey……"

"Don't think about it too much, it's just spending more money to feed them. Problems that can be solved with money are not problems."

Song Dezhi argued sharply, "Do I love money? I'm..."

Xue Zhongyang interrupted him, "I know, you are unwilling, unwilling."

"Yes, I am unwilling, unwilling!"

Xue Zhongyang took out two big bags from the trunk, one in each hand, he looked at his two hands, then at Song Dezhi, and said sorry to Song Dezhi, "I'm sorry, I I have something in my two hands, so I can't hold your hand anymore."

Song Dezhi's anger suddenly disappeared.

At this time, he was still thinking about holding her hand.

"Then give me something delicious and make it up to me!"

"it is good!"

"I'll cook meat for you tonight."

"kindness."

The two entered the elevator side by side.

Upstairs, a woman stood on the open-air balcony, watching the loving scene downstairs, the eyes of the two of them blended perfectly, and they could no longer see other people.

……

After returning home, Xue Zhongyang forced her to rest for three days before allowing Song Dezhi to go to work.

Life has returned to the original track, Song Dezhi still can't get a big lawsuit, and can only accept some divorce lawsuits that no one has accepted.Fortunately, her mind is on her own small family, and she has lost those ambitions.

Song Dezhi's life goal has changed from becoming a famous barrister to Xue Zhongyang's "good wife and loving mother".

A good wife and mother must first have superb cooking skills.

Song Dezhi's superb culinary skills are never to be thought of in this life, but she has learned how to cook porridge.Wash the messy things, put them in the pot, and boil them in water.

If you put less water, eat it as rice; if you put less water, drink it as porridge.

Xue Zhongyang was never picky.

The doorbell rang, Song Dezhi thought it was Xue Zhongyang, and couldn't hide the happiness on his face.Today's porridge is just right, soft and refreshing.Song Dezhi is like a student who has won a certificate and is waiting for his parents to perform. He wants Xue Zhongyang to taste the porridge she cooked.

"Here, here..." Opening the door, Song Dezhi complained, "I'm cooking, why don't you open the door yourself?"

The one standing at the door was not Xue Zhongyang, but Ziyue.

Song Dezhi only met Jessica once, but he was deeply impressed by her.There's no other way, who told her to be a beautiful woman, and even a big beautiful woman, even this woman couldn't help but feel moved when she saw her.

Song Dezhi looked at the woman in suspender pajamas and slippers in front of him, and asked uncertainly, "Jessica?"

"Miss Song?" Zi Yue also pretended to be surprised to see Song Dezhi unexpectedly.

"This is you?" Song Dezhi looked at her pajamas in surprise.

"I live next door."

"So what are you?" Even if you want to visit your neighbors, you should dress neatly.

"I seemed to hear someone knocking on the door just now. I didn't see anyone in the cat's eyes, so I came out to check. Who knew the door was blown shut by the wind."

"It's like this." Song Dezhi suddenly realized.

"I'm afraid of the cold, can you please come in and sit down?"

"of course can!"

Song Dezhi invited Ziyue into the house.As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a smell of paste, "Oh..." Song Dezhi groaned inwardly, ran into the kitchen, quickly turned off the fire, stirred for a while, and it was still paste, "What should I do? Lost."

Ziyue also followed, looking at Song Dezhi's dejected look, he gave her some advice, "...you cut a few pieces of scallion into it, the scallion can get rid of the smell of porridge."

"But, there are green onions in the porridge, how can I drink it?"

"When drinking, just take out the onion." Ziyue walked in, washed his hands, took the onion, cut the white of the onion into several sections, put it into the pot, stirred it, and covered the pot.

"Just be bored for a while."

"What else do you want to cook? I'll help you."

Ziyue's voice is soft, very pleasant to listen to. When you look closely, you can see that the skin can be broken by blowing bombs, and the long black hair hangs behind him. Beauty, beauty.

"I don't know how to cook, I can only cook porridge. I have to wait for my husband to cook."

"He can cook?" Ziyue blurted out in shock.

"Him? My husband? Xue Zhongyang?"

Ziyue's eyes narrowed, and he said with emotion, "There are not many men who can cook these days. In Taiwan, it's all cooked by women. In schools, cooking classes are specially set up for girls."

"Huh? Cooking class? Does it count as credit? Doesn't it mean that I will never graduate?"

Seeing her exaggerated expression, Ziyue smiled, "Is cooking that difficult?"

Song Dezhi cried, "It's super difficult!" Song Dezhi cleaned up the ingredients for dinner and waited for Xue Zhongyang to come back to cook.

"Oh, by the way, you forgot the key, did you find the lock company?"

"The phone is in there too."

"Wait, let me help you find the phone number of the lock-picking company."

Song Dezhi left the kitchen.

Zi Yue's slender hands caressed the smooth edges of the cooking table. The kitchen was very clean and spotlessly wiped. Her eyes swept over every item in the kitchen one by one.
She murmured, "Our family, Zhong Yang, has also grown up, and he actually cooks for women!"

A big boy with such a playful heart, "fooling around" with his friends all day long, he has no consciousness of being someone else's husband at all.She will also be lonely, and she also needs to be loved and loved.

(End of this chapter)