Luxury family Sweet Wife: Husband, Don't Be Excessive

I said this kind of woman can't want it!

Zhu's mother was angry, but she didn't dare to say it. When Zhu Fu hung up, he burst out: "disagree! I firmly disagree! She still has the face to complain to yeshao?"

Zhu Fu also had some bad feelings in his heart.

It would be too much for Fu Xue to complain about it.

"If such a woman marries in, I have to look at her face all day?" the more Zhu mother said, the more angry she became.

Zhu's father thought for a moment and said, "what if it's Zhu Xie?"

"Er..."

Zhu's mother was stunned.

Yes, Zhu Xie has been disobedient since he was a child. It's inappropriate to let the rich childe go, but he has to make trouble with the two brothers of the night family. If he found Yeyu, then

"No, I'm going to faint." Zhu's mother rubbed her chest angrily. "That bastard is going to kill me!"

Father Zhu shook his head, opened the window and let the wind blow in: "have we been less angry with him since childhood? Forget it, if he wants to marry, let him marry!"

"I'm not reconciled!" said Zhu's mother. "I'm not reconciled to so many famous families waiting to marry the Zhu family!"

"You think you like song ya? You have long hair, short insight and too little pattern!" said Zhu Fu. "Song Ya came to embarrass Fu Xue on purpose today. The girl's family is so scheming. Can you play in the future?"

"Besides, when a son marries a wife, he must like it first. Secondly, we like it. Think about you, would you like to marry someone you didn't like?"

Zhu's mother stopped talking.

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The night is getting dark, Zhu Xie's apartment

The newly bought washboard was placed on the tea table in the living room, and lingering sounds came from the bedroom.

"Knock, knock!"

Suddenly, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Fu Xue pushed Zhu Xie: "someone is coming."

"Who comes in the middle of the night? You heard wrong." Zhu Xie gasped.

Knock, knock!

The knock came again, this time more urgently.

"There are really people," Fu Xue said.

Zhu Xie had to stop and frowned depressed.

"Go and have a look." Fu Xue urged. Knock at the door in the middle of the night, not the patient. Those who can find here must be acquaintances.

Zhu Xie had to get down and dress to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a figure rushed in and hugged Zhu Xie tightly, startling Zhu Xie.

"Zhu Xie, I'm sick. You treat me quickly."

"Song ya?"

Zhu Xie was surprised and hurriedly asked, "what's the matter with you?"

"Fever, burning to death." Song Ya raised her head and looked at Zhu Xie pitifully. His body hung on Zhu Xie, unwilling to get up.

Her face was red and there was a smell of wine between her words.

"Did you drink?" Zhu Xie frowned and helped her away.

Song Ya held his waist tightly: "well, I drank. Because I miss you so much, I drank."

When Zhu Xie heard the speech, his face changed and pushed song Ya away: "nonsense!"

"I'm not fooling around. I'm really ill. Touch my forehead. I'm burning badly!"

"When the wine is gone, it won't burn." Zhu Xie picked up her mobile phone and prepared to call song and let them pick up.

Song Ya understood his intention and rushed to take Zhu Xie's mobile phone: "I won't go home."

"What are you doing if you don't go home?" Zhu Xie asked impatiently.

"I want to be with you." Song Ya began to pull her clothes. "Zhu Xie, I'm also hot. If you let me cool down for a while, I'll go back by myself."

Fu Xue also put on her clothes and came out. She leaned against the door of the bedroom and looked at the farce in the living room.