Thorny First Marriage

There was a blank in my mind, and then Huo Jia's face appeared in my mind.

"Huo Zhou died long ago. When he found his car on the bank yesterday morning, he was already dead."

I looked at him blankly, and he seemed to see what I wanted to say.

Mr. sang didn't say anything because I was on the side.

I don't know what Mr. sang proposed, but I can guess that it's not far away.

"I'm used to living here. Let me think about it again."

"Are you used to living here? What I told you just now is...

" it's just a cold. It's already gone. "

"I heard you had a headache last time."

Mrs. sang blocked his hand and said softly, "don't you have a meeting this afternoon? If you're busy, don't always come to see me when you're busy. I'm fine. "

Mr. Sang also has today, following Mrs. Sang's ass around one day.

I'm amazed, and I feel it in my heart.

Mrs. sang blocked her hair with the back of her hand, and there was flour on her forehead. Mr. sang quickly wiped it off with a paper towel for her, and was as attentive as a boy in love.

Mr. sang doesn't seem to be busy today. When Mrs. sang is busy, he is watching.

Before they came back to Jincheng, I often went to see Mrs. Sang's mother. The old lady was also good at making pasta. When she was in good health, she would make fish noodles for me. She used seafood soup to make the bottom of the soup, put shrimp seeds and freshly dropped eyebrows.

She usually looks like a fairy, and she also looks like a fairy when she rolls noodles.

I sat at the table drinking milk and watching Mrs. sang roll noodles for me.

Anyway, Mrs. sang loves me, and I like her hand rolling noodles.

I don't know whether he was out of loving Mrs. sang, afraid she was tired, or out of really bothering me.

When Mr. sang looked at me, I could see that his eyes were full of complaints.

"I like the taste of what I do."

I went into the kitchen with Mrs. sang, but Mr. Sang also came in. He said to Mrs. sang softly, "let the people in the kitchen do it."

"Well."

"You drink some milk first, and it will take me some time to roll the noodles."

Mrs. sang really loves me. She treats me like a daughter.

I remember the last time I just said something about hand rolling.

"I'll cook you some noodles. Didn't you want to eat my hand rolled noodles last time?" Mrs. sang is holding my hand. Her hand is so warm.

But he didn't speak.

Mr. sang frowned a little. He probably thought that I had been sleeping until noon as a wife. If I had been in Sang's house before, I would have been covered by Wei Lan.

"Probably just got up!" I said.

"What would you like to eat?" Mrs. sang immediately stood up and held my hand: "it's so cold, isn't it less?"

"Well." Mr. sang answered and put his plate on the table.

Then he pretended to see Mr. sang: "Oh, here comes dad."

I saw enough, satisfied to go over, called out: "Mom."

Mrs. sang has been treated coldly by Mr. sang for decades. How could she turn over and sing as a serf.

I feel very happy in my heart. If Mr. sang shows his kindness to Mrs. sang, she will be very grateful. On the contrary, I think it's boring.

As a result, Mr. sang peeled a plate and Mrs. sang ate one.

I stood on the stairs and looked on coldly. Mrs. Sang was watching TV seriously. After Mr. sang peeled the walnut and handed the plate to her, she lowered her head and took one and whispered, "enough."

In the past, even if Mrs. sang peeled the walnut for Mr. sang, he would not look at it directly, let alone now peel the walnut for Mrs. sang so politely.

If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would rather believe in the ghost than my own eyes.

After washing and changing my clothes, I went downstairs. Mrs. Sang was sitting on the sofa watching TV, while Mr. sang sat next to Mrs. sang, smashing walnuts with a small hammer, and then peeling them one by one and putting them on the plate that Mrs. Sang was holding.

"Oh." I get up and dress as I answer. Otherwise, if Mr. sang comes, I'll put on my pajamas.

Some men are really cheap. When Mrs. sang is by Mr. Sang's side, he always looks at him coldly. Now that Mrs. sang comes out of the Sang family, he starts to hiss and ask for warmth.

Recently, he has been running to us very frequently. It is said that when Mrs. Sang was in the sanatorium, he often went to see Mrs. sang. This is a rare event in a hundred years.

Oh, sister Yu is talking about sang yanpo, the father of Sang Qi.

"My husband's father."

I was a little confused: "which Mr. sang?"

Yu said, "Mr. sang is here."

Sister Yu came in and asked me if I wanted to have something to eat, and if I wanted to make a soup and noodles for me alone, I said it would be OK.

I almost didn't sleep last night, so I woke up after a whole morning's sleep. After waking up, I felt dizzy.As long as it's not made by sangqi, it has half a cent to do with me?

I'm a little worried. I think I'm a little strange. Huo Jia and I are not friends. I don't care whether she lives or dies?

A woman, their gang can do it?

I don't know if Huojia will be in danger at the end of this incident. Will she end up like her father and brother?

The Huo family held three funerals in just one week, and the news about them in the media is going to blow up.

I always thought I was very smart, but when I was mixed between the two brothers, I suddenly felt that my brain was not enough.

Sang Qi chuckled. His laughter was full of banter, as if I was a fool, unable to see through the true and false disillusionment.

To tell you the truth, sang Shixi's appearance last night really made me feel a little sad. He, who has always been able to control the overall situation, came to pray to his brother with his scarred Huojia.

"So," Sang Qi looked at me and said with a gentle smile, "Sang Shixi is still that sang Shixi. He won't be reborn after lying in the hospital bed for a few months. He makes you and Huojia see his weakness. So, my dear wife feels sad, doesn't she?"

"And he brought Huojia to beg you?"

"Do you think sang Shixi didn't know that Huozhou had already died?"

Of course, I believed him. I looked up at him and said, "so when Huojia came to you, you flatly refused?"

"If you believe me, I'm still saying that. I didn't do it."

"Mulberry flag." I have a hoarse voice and can't speak.

I really feel chilly, and I'm afraid, because the world before me, although bloody, at least not so much life and death. Now it suddenly turns from a family ethics play to a gang fight, which inevitably leads to some confusion.

"I didn't do it. I don't kill people, and I don't kill people with a knife. They, the gang members, can imagine that they will end up like this one day. " Sang Qi came over and held my finger: "why is it so cold?"

He wanted me to go away, I know, but I didn't want to give him a chance to talk to Mrs. sang.

Finally, he left, gently told Mrs. sang to pay more attention to rest, don't forget to eat the tonic he sent.

Mrs. sang filled her hands with flour and said with a smile, "I know. I won't give you this dough."