Wife Please Be Obedient

The Spring Festival came as scheduled, and firecrackers crackled outside. When it was time for the meal, Qin Guanglin also hung it outside the door, lighted it and ran back to the house and closed the door.

Bang bang bang bang.

This year, even if you live together.

"Hey, another year has passed in a flash, and it feels like it's gone in a blink of an eye..."

After Qin's mother sat down, she looked at the dumplings on the table with emotion.

Why are the two celebrating the New Year again?

Why are the two celebrating the New Year?

She couldn't help but not in a hurry. This person, twenty-five years old is a dividing line. Before twenty-five years old, he felt that he was still a child. Once he was twenty-five years old, he immediately grew old.

Not even the intermediate process.

Qin Guanglin knew what she was trying to say, but he didn't say anything while eating dumplings with pork and green onions.

From elder brother to uncle, he was more anxious than anyone else, and it was useless to rush.

I only hate being young and not working hard. I only have more than 200,000 deposits at the age of 26.

It's incomparable to the high-end people who have an annual salary of 100,000 and a deposit of one million just after graduation.

It's incomparable.

In the eyes of ordinary people, at least two hundred thousand and eight hundred thousand years old will have a deposit of five hundred thousand eight hundred thousand, which is too low.

Qin Ma didn't let him go. Seeing him silently, she simply said, "How long are you going to talk to?"

"Talk... let's talk about it for two more years." Qin Guanglin lowered his head to perfuse.

"Two years?!"

"Ah...Why do you look like this, isn't it normal to talk for a few years?"

"Which is normal, stop, stop, don't eat first." Qin Ma took the chopsticks and knocked on the table, "Listen to me to calculate, how old are you in two years?"

"..."

"Twenty-eight, it's twenty-eight... and are you going to have children just after you get married?"

"Uh……"

"Look, the child has been delayed for another year and a half. It's thirty." Qin's mother looked at Miamia who was still chewing dumplings, "Thirty--you would be beaten when I was thirty."

"..."

Qin Guanglin swallowed the dumplings in his mouth and thought about it carefully. It really made sense.

"Maybe... this is fate."

"?"

Qin Ma almost knocked the chopsticks on his head, "What are you talking about?"

"No, I just met an old man..."

"Jing fart, the old man said you will talk for several years? Where is he to find out for me."

"I always talk about farts and **** when I eat... Eat well and talk about it after eating." Qin Guanglin was not happy, and the rule of not eating and not talking must be aimed at them.

"I think you just owe it to clean up, and you have to kill me. Isn't it what you worked hard? Why are there so many people, you just drag and run here, waiting for others to run away. I see where you are crying."

Qin Ma nagged, ate a dumpling in one bite, chewed twice and swallowed, and continued: "Who..."

"Why aren't you jealous?" Qin Guanglin interrupted.

"...Whether you care about me, who..."

Qin Guanglin saw his mother look like this, and threw the pot all over himself. It's hard to say why it's not anxious, and said helplessly: "Don't be that one, she can't run-do you know Yue Lao? He tied the red line to the old man, No one can run away with the red line."

"How did I find that you became nagging?" Qin Ma wondered.

"Have it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Anyway, there is no need to worry about this." Qin Guanglin said as he ate, "Why do you... my aunt said that there is a special fortune telling master? You asked my aunt to help with the calculation. What's going on-other people believe this, why don't you believe it?"

"I believe in a ghost."

"..."

...

River city.

There are many He family members, and there are five people including He Cheng, and the New Year atmosphere is much more enthusiastic.

Father He sat on the balcony listening to the crackling firecrackers outside, taking a sip of wine from time to time, and he was very comfortable.

He Cheng is holding yogurt in one hand and remote control in the other. He is half-prone on the sofa watching TV. New Year is his happiest time, eating, drinking and playing, everything.

There are two idlers, one old and one young, nothing else, just wait for dinner.

In the kitchen, He Shan is making dumplings, and Zhao Qing and Wuhui are making dumplings.

"In the past few years in Los Angeles, I have learned a lot." He Shan looked at how proficient movements were, quite emotional.

Going out alone is the fastest way to grow. I used to worry that she would not be able to marry when she grows up. It seemed like she had changed herself after going to university and working for two years.

"There will be more, wait for me to cook."

"Go, you cook the noodle broth and we don't eat it." He Shan doesn't trust this sister, although it looks like making dumplings, who knows if he only learned this trick?

I really can't tell.

"Small, have you talked with Qin Guanglin for a long time?"

Zhao Qing kept moving his hands, putting the stuffing into the skin, and squeezing it together and a dumpling came out, as he asked.

"It's been a long time." Why nod.

"Then did he say when..." Zhao Qing said, He Shan couldn't help slowing down the movement of rolling his face, and looked up at his sister.

Two years after graduation, twenty-four years old, neither too old nor too young.

In Los Angeles, twenty-six and seventy are the golden age, and many people are chasing them, but if you look at Hecheng, marriage has already begun at twenty-four, and it's a bit too late to drag it to twenty-six.

Normally, he still felt that he had just graduated, and he was not in a hurry. It was just during the Chinese New Year that he suddenly realized that his younger sister had grown up, and it was time to discuss marriage.

"Marriage, right? I have said it." Why didn't he say with a natural expression: "Now that the Chinese New Year has passed, he will buy the house next year, and he will get married the next year."

"is it?"

Zhao Qing and He Shan glanced at each other, and then pondered for a moment: "Marriage is not a joke, you have to figure it out... how does his family treat you?"

"Family? It treats me very well. His mother is the only one in his family. He likes to call me over to eat every day... That's right." Why not think of something, raised his hand to grab the phone, looked at the flour in his hand and gave up Planning, "Let you see it later, you will know..."

"What?" Zhao Qing was curious.

"The pictures he painted are interesting."

Zhao Qing didn't know what painting, so he responded casually and continued to ask: "Have you ever quarreled?"

"Nothing."

"No?" Zhao Qing didn't believe it, looking at her suspiciously.

How could two people not quarrel together?

She and He Shan are both in elementary school, and sometimes they are noisy.

Why not think about it for a while and say: "Well...it seems to have quarreled once."

"What does it mean, if there is a quarrel, it is noisy, and if there is no quarrel, it is no quarrel." He Shan couldn't help but interject, "What is the kid arguing with you? How to solve it?"

"It looks like you are interrogating the prisoner. You have to tell you the original after a quarrel?"

Why not curl your lips, seeing He Shan choked up and couldn’t help but smile, "Okay, I’m not writing a novel, I made some money, and then quietly donated... Didn’t discuss with him? , There was a little conflict."

"Because of the money?" Zhao Qing frowned, "how much did you donate?"

Writing novels to earn extra money and donating them can cause conflicts, this Qin Guanglin...

"Eighty thousand."

"How many?!"

Zhao Qing raised eight pitches, and He Shan stopped the rolling motion to see why.

"I just published it, and then donated it all." Why shrugged, "So he felt that I didn't discuss such a major issue with him, and there was a little conflict, and then he said that after opening it, it would be fine."

"..."

"..."

"Ah...no, let's put the 80,000 to 80,000 aside." He Shan suppressed the urge to ask her what novel to write, and said, "You earn 80,000 by yourself, and you control yourself. How is he angry with you? "

Zhao Qing also constricted his expression and nodded in agreement with what He Shan said: "You are just talking about friends. What does it matter to him?"

"I eat and live with him, and he is responsible for all my living expenses." Why he blinked his eyes and continued: "Moreover, he has been saving money to buy a house. In the meantime, he bought me food and clothing. I have never spared it."

"..."

"..."

"You... have been living together?" Zhao Qing looked at He Shan, and asked why he pursed his lips.

They have been thinking about why they are not working in Los Angeles. They usually live in the school dormitory. Only on weekends and other boy and girl friends will do things that should be done together... at most, they will spend more time together during the winter and summer vacations.

"Yes." Why not feel embarrassed at all, "I have lived together for two years."

"That's not right after graduation...?" He Shan couldn't help asking.

"Well, I didn't find a job when I just graduated, so I lived with him back then. He went to work every day, and I stayed home every day to write novels."

Zhao Qing had nothing to say, and glanced at He Shan.

What else can I do? This is a secret plan. Buy a house this year and get married next year.

It makes people worry... an egg!