80s: Little Sweet Wife

Grandma Yang is a lively person. She goes out for a walk, and she knows about the farce of the Wu family. The Yan family is very lively this Saturday, because Yan Houde and Tan Shufang came to have dinner. Grandma Yang was just now. If you go out to buy groceries, listen to gossip by the way.

Yan Houde is tall and has a simple and honest face. Because he has been a cadre for a long time, he does not look harsh and laugh. Yan Mingshun is not like him. He is more like his mother who died young, that beautiful and pitiful woman, Yan Ming. Da Que and Yan Houde were printed from a template, but Yan Mingda looked stupid, not as smart and capable as Yan Houde.

Tan Shufang wears gold-rimmed glasses, her figure is slightly plump, not too tall, her skin is fair, and her facial features are not too prominent, but she is well-dressed and has an elegant temperament. At first glance, she looks like a literate and intellectual woman, only her high cheekbones show that. , this woman is not the kind of gentle and virtuous temperament.

Yan Mingda saw that his parents were very happy, and their tails were wagging all the time. At this time, he was acting coquettishly at Tan Shufang begging for pocket money. Tan Shufang looked at him dotingly, and took Zhang five yuan from his bag without saying a word.

"Shufang don't give him money. He eats and drinks at his parents' place. He has a fixed allowance every month. What are you giving him so much money for?" Yan Houde looked over with dissatisfaction, and his tone was very stern.

Tan Shufang had to put away the money. Outside, she always gave her husband enough face, and never refuted Yan Houde. Yan Mingda lowered his face and grumbled and complained. Tan Shufang whispered in his ear, "Your father will see you later. When you don't see me, Mom will give you more money!"

Yan Mingda's eyes lit up, he put his arms around Tan Shufang's neck and kissed him heavily, and whispered, "Mom, would you like to give me ten dollars? Five dollars is not enough for me."

"Why do you want so much money?" Tan Shufang frowned.

"I bought food. I was so hungry after school that my pocket money was donated to the restaurant." Yan Mingda patted his stomach.

Tan Shufang looked up and down Niu Gao Ma Da's son, and was very pleased. Her son was much better than that **** in life. How could that **** win the old man's favor? Houde didn't like her, and now Mrs. Yan is her , living a decent and nourishing life, where the **** did that **** go!

"Okay, Mom will give you ten yuan in a while."

The very proud Tan Shufang is in a good mood, and she is also generous in her shot. The combined salary of her and Yan Houde is two or three hundred. If the money is not spent on Mingda, is it possible that it is still spent on that cheap bastard?

Yan Houde respectfully spoke to Mr. Yan, but did not notice the movement on Tan Shufang's side, but Yan Mingshun could hear it clearly, and there was ridicule in his eyes. His stepmother was best at being good at violating yang and violating yin. One set, coaxing Yan Houde round and round.

"How is Ming Shun studying recently? Is there an exam? What's the ranking?"

Yan Houde reported the work to the old man, and noticed his eldest son who had been silent all the time. He was very concerned about Yan Mingshun's study, but his tone was very stiff, as if he was explaining his work to a subordinate, and he never talked to Yan Mingda before. Kindness and ease.

Yan Mingshun's lips curled slightly, and he replied respectfully, "As usual, there is no progress or regression."

Mr. Yan said with satisfaction: "Ming Shun's grades have always been stable, and he has always been in the top 20 of the school. As long as this is maintained, there will be no problem with key universities."