80s: Little Sweet Wife

"How big is your face? How dare you compare yourself to an old man like M?" He Biyun laughed sarcastically as if hearing a big joke.

Wu Mei's expression was calm, his hands clenched into fists, and he shouted unconvinced: "Don't look at people through the door, thirty years Hedong, thirty years Hexi, no one can say what the future will be, you will definitely Knowing that Wu Yue can be promising? Maybe she will be destitute and disgusting in the future!"

Speaking of which, Wu Mei showed a strange smile, Wu Yue happened to see it, and her heart sank, always feeling that Wu Mei's words meant something.

"Mei Mei, why are you cursing me like this? Are you happy when I'm not having a good time?" Wu Yue looked at Wu Mei sadly.

"Yueyue, don't listen to this dead girl's fart, you are smart and sensible, how could you have a bad life? It is this dead girl who is not doing well." He Biyun comforted her precious daughter.

The more Wu Zhengsi listened, the more outrageous he became. He slapped the table heavily, and was very dissatisfied with He Biyun. The family wasn't short of money, so why was there such a difference in treatment? No wonder Wu Mei felt resentful.

Although he didn't like his younger daughter very much, he never thought of treating her materially. It's a big deal to raise his younger daughter with good food and drink, and then find a decent family for her to marry, and then he has fulfilled his responsibilities, honoring his ancestors. Of course, we have to rely on the eldest daughter.

However, with the appearance of the youngest daughter, there will be more choices in the future, and there will always be rewards.

Wu Zheng thought for a while, and then said, "It's true that your mother did something wrong, and it's also that your father failed to fulfill his responsibilities, He Biyun, Yueyue will have to have eyebrows in the future, if you continue to be like before, don't blame me for being rude. "

He Biyun was so distressed that he couldn't breathe. Wheat milk essence and cod liver oil were all expensive things, as well as money for thermos cups and new clothes and shoes. In this way, it would cost at least a dozen yuan a month, which would be more than a few dollars a year. Hundred, will this day be over? ,

"Dad, Mom is reluctant at all. Forget it, I'll still pick up garbage to earn pocket money in the future." Wu Mei wanted to speak sarcastically, and today she had to make He Biyun bleed.

"Nonsense, what kind of **** are you picking up? Isn't that shameful enough? He Biyun, didn't you hear me?"

Wu Zhengsi's face was ugly. His words could not be implemented. Is this provoking his authority?

Wu Yue was not good at screaming in secret. When Dad called someone by his first name and surname, it meant that he was already very angry. She quietly tugged at the hem of He Biyun's clothes, reminding her not to provoke Wu Zhengsi, and to agree to it first.

He Biyun shuddered and was frightened by Wu Zhengsi's black face. Since getting married, the number of times Wu Zhengsi has been angry can be counted on a finger, but she was so scared that Wu Zhengsi was angry, and now Wu Zhengsi is almost here. She was on the verge of getting angry, how dare she feel sorry for money, and nodded again and again.

"Listen, I will do as you say."

He Biyun said against her will, her heart was torn apart, and she hated Wu Mei even more. The dead girl was born to collect debts. Let's see how she will deal with her in the future!

Wu Zhengsi's face softened a bit, and Wu Mei was also satisfied. Tonight's meal was not in vain. She stretched out her hand to He Biyun, "Mom, give me two dollars."

He Biyun resisted his anger and said perfunctorily, "Give it tomorrow morning, what's the hurry!"

"I'm afraid you forgot, your memory is not very good."

Wu Zhengsi, who walked to the door of the room, turned around and glared at He Biyun. She was so frightened that she quickly took out her wallet, took out two dollars and threw it to Wu Mei, her heart throbbing in pain.