The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Don't think she doesn't know. Shen Lingyu always liked Yang Yuanhai before she married her son.

"I tell you, this woman should be a woman." Zhou Mei read in pieces as she walked, "a cold man like Yang Yunhai is also a widow after marriage."

"It's not like Yunfeng in our family. It's so warm." Zhou Mei said, and couldn't help smiling proudly, "yesterday you wanted to eat that time-honored sauce elbow, and Yunfeng went to buy it for you in the middle of the night."

"I tell you, this woman needs to know how to cherish happiness." Zhou Mei continued, "not many men can do this."

"Gu Lingling, look at her crying in the future." Zhou Mei concluded.

Shen Lingyu didn't say anything.

Cry?

How can that man make her cry to the extent that he loves her?

It's just that Zhou Mei always likes to deceive herself and others like this.

Is it necessary to satirize Wang Shuyun next? Shenlingyu thought of this and laughed at herself.

Sure enough, Zhou Mei cleared her throat and said, "like father, like son. Look at his parents, Wang Shuyun is also a fool. For a dead man, let the boss follow him."

"I think it really fits that sentence. It's not that a family doesn't enter a house." Zhou Mei said proudly.

"Yunfeng in my family is different. It's the same as his father. They are all affectionate people." Zhou Mei said with a smile, "so, you see how those women outside envy us."

"If this woman marries someone, it's equivalent to giving her a second life." Zhou Mei continued, "you must polish your eyes and see clearly. You must find a man as dedicated as your father and Yunfeng."

Single minded?

Shen Lingyu thought of the lipstick rubbed on his shirt collar when Yang Yunfeng came home two days ago. She was a little uncertain.

"Why are you dissatisfied with marrying such a man?" Zhou Mei deflated her mouth. "Today, our mother and I came out to buy clothes. It was all from Yunfeng."

Don't know why, shenlingyu suddenly remembered a sentence.

The more guilty a man is, the more generous he is.

I couldn't help but stop walking and looked at Zhou Mei blankly.

"What's the matter? Is there a stomachache?" Zhou Mei said nervously.

"Nothing." Shen Lingyu's mouth opened. She originally wanted to ask Zhou Mei, but when she thought of whether she was her mother-in-law or not, how could she face her daughter-in-law.

"I tell you, if you're pregnant now, don't buy any clothes until you're born." Zhou Mei said with a smile, "buy more for my fat grandson today."

"Mom, didn't you say it all? It's not necessarily a son." Shen Lingyu frowned and said.

Her grandchildren shouted all day, and she didn't feel comfortable listening.

"I've asked someone. It must be my son." Zhou Mei said with a smile, "and when you were pregnant, you were very similar to me at that time. What was your son? Don't worry."

Shenlingyu didn't want to say anything.

The good mood of shopping is gone.

I don't know what happened. I came out of the pregnancy and baby store and ran into Yang Yunhai and Gu Lingling again.

Looking at the bags in their hands, Shen Lingyu used to love shopping in those stores.

Those brands of clothes are not cheap.

Looking at their sweet looks, she couldn't help touching her stomach.

Yang Yunfeng hasn't accompanied her shopping for a long time.