The secret of a black-bellied husband

Chapter 199 Hospitalization (1)
Sun Jiajun was angry at home alone. This person said that he turned his face when he said that he would turn his face. You paid someone to do it. Why do you insist on what she does?

The quilt cover Jiajun took off the bed and tried to wash it by herself, but she couldn't wash it, so she could only use the washing machine. There was too much washing powder, and it was not clean no matter how I threw it in. Even after changing the water five times, it still didn't work. Her temper rose up like a tide, and her sleeves got wet. She couldn't control it.

Holding the car keys, I wanted to go to Luo Beibei's house, but I received a call from Huang's mother halfway.

"Where is Jiajun? Do you want to come over for dinner? Today, your father Huang made your favorite ribs."

They also heard from Ai Meng yesterday that Lu Zhanjiang was back, so they didn't bother yesterday.

Jiajun changed direction and went directly to Mrs. Huang's house. The car drove into the yard, opened the door, and Mrs. Huang came out from the other end. The weather is very cold today, so I took off my coat and put it on Jiajun's shoulders.

Jiajun felt wronged and wanted to cry, Papa Huang looked at her with this expression, what's wrong?
"Good boy, come inside, it's cold outside."

When she was in the room, Ms. Huang saw that Jiajun's tears were still floating, she was so distressed that she found out her clothes and asked her to change, and then she must ask her what happened, Sun Jiajun said, the more she said, the angrier she became , but much less angry than just now, and the anger has subsided a lot.

"I have to go to work, I have to go to school, and I still have to write novels. How can I have time to do housework? I think it's because I got a nosebleed on it. He deliberately picked on me."

Mother Huang hugged Jiajun into her arms, but she really wanted to say that Jiajun was right, but she couldn't say that. If she helped Jiajun, then Jiajun would have more ideas. Lu Zhanjiang was already strong and couldn't let him Jiajun followed him hard, and didn't know what was going on in his head. Suddenly, he thought of Zheng Shaodong. Huang's mother liked Zheng Shaodong very much. She thought that if she had a daughter, she would marry Shaodong. Shaodong's temper was too Okay, but it's too late now, fate is not in control at all, Shaodong and Lu Zhanjiang are still friends.

"Jiajun, you have to be considerate of him. You are busy but you spend all your busy time on work, study and entertainment. You should at least do your best for your family. It is always necessary to put on a show." ? You don’t want to be so aggressive with your child, do you think you should let go of your novels?”

Ms. Huang saw Jiajun's neck turning back and forth, and asked her, and she said that the problem was not serious. Ms. Huang still felt that studying was necessary, and that writing novels could actually be given up.

There was a moment of special disappointment in Jiajun's heart. She thought that Madam Huang was her comrade-in-arms. It turns out that no one can understand what writing novels has dominated her life. This is the source of her happiness.

Instead, Papa Huang looked at Jiajun and said, "Jiajun likes to write novels?"

Sun Jiajun doesn’t necessarily like to write novels, but likes to enjoy the process. When she started writing, she didn’t have a job and didn’t go to school. At that time, she had nothing. Every day at home and at the company, no one controls her spending money. But in Lu Zhanjiang's company, she doesn't care about anything, that kind of feeling is terrible, but when she reads the message when writing the article, it is a bit warm, especially when she started, all the messages were mainly encouraging Come on, I like you a lot, a person who can’t see the sun suddenly has a lot of sunshine in her life, they are scrambling to project into her life and tell her that she is excellent, she is good, and she still has the ability to make others like her Yes, it gave her confidence and a kind of hope.

After hearing this, Papa Huang and Mama Huang kept wondering what kind of life Jiajun was living.

But they still had to persuade Lu Zhanjiang when they felt distressed.

"When I was young, I wanted to marry a particularly virtuous wife. I don't need to be good at studying or work. I don't want her to go to work. I hope she doesn't necessarily do housework at home, but she is at home. I will feel at ease, after I married your mother Huang, she will be at home, and I feel very at ease when I work outside."

A man's heart is different from a woman's. On the basis of being rich, he doesn't need his wife to go out to work. As long as he can take care of himself and his family, he is satisfied.

"But if you don't go to work, you will be out of touch with society. The first time I went to work was in the bank, but I was foolishly calculated."

Mother Huang rubbed Jiajun's hair. This child's hair is really hard, just like her father's.

"Everyone has to accept and get used to it. Why doesn't Jiajun take out the end of your novel to do housework for a few days? When a man is happy, you can do whatever you want. You coax him first and ask for his Guaranteed and next time he is talking about you, you can say, you promised me, and Jiajun Huang’s mother doesn’t want you to be too tired, but proper performance is still necessary. You said that Zhanjiang has been outside for so long, and you are back Can't you just show it for two days?"

Once Sun Jiajun was coaxed, after hearing it, he felt that it made sense, and it was his fault.

She ate a lot during the meal, and she gnawed almost all the ribs on that plate. She felt that Papa Huang's craftsmanship was superb, not inferior to her own.

"At that time, I even learned to cook to please Lu Zhanjiang's mother." Jiajun recalled, it was really stupid, but it cannot be denied that she really likes to cook, of course only once in a while, if she cooks every day, she will go crazy .

Huang's mother thought that this was father and daughter, a blood relationship between father and daughter.

"Your father Huang just likes to cook. You didn't see the back of his hand. His brother used to cook for his mother's birthday, but he insisted on helping, and hot oil poured on the back of his hand."

Jiajun grabbed Papa Huang's hand and turned it over to take a look. Sure enough, he can still see it now, doesn't it hurt?

Huang's mother said it was hot oil, and it hurt so much when it was poured on her hands.

Jiajun's tears fell on the back of Huang's father's hand. Huang's father felt uncomfortable and got up and went outside to smoke. It is rare for Huang's mother to tell Jiajun about her grievances.

(End of this chapter)