You Are My Rare Passion

Yang Jingxiong's head was in a daze, "Zhang Huanhuan, are you out of your mind? How many children who can afford noble schools are short of money? Do you think they are poor relatives of your family? Can I send it away?"

"That's not what I mean," Zhang Huanhuan made a gesture to the three women at the same table when Yang Jingxiong was angry, took the mobile phone, went to the guest room, and said softly, "Husband, don't be angry, I just feel Yes, the other party's child is injured, so he must be angry. If I go over at this time, it will definitely intensify the conflict between the two parties.

I want to wait for the school to give a result, and pay as much as the compensation, we will definitely satisfy the other party! "

Yang Jingxiong didn't want to talk to her anymore.

Having been married to Zhang Huanhuan for more than ten years, this is the countless times he has felt this powerless.

He and Zhang Huanhuan seemed to be from different worlds. No matter how he explained, Zhang Huanhuan couldn't understand.

As for his way of dealing with the world, no matter how he taught Zhang Huanhuan, Zhang Huanhuan would not be able to learn it.

He hangs up the phone weakly, leans on the desk, squeezes the space between his eyebrows, and calls the housekeeper, "When the young master returns today, is the wife playing mahjong again?"

The housekeeper faltered and hawed for a long time without making a sound.

He said coldly: "You have to be clear, are you the housekeeper of the Yang family or the housekeeper of the Zhang family!"

The housekeeper was taken aback, and quickly said, "Yes, my wife is playing mahjong with someone again..."

Yang Jingxiong didn't say anything, and hung up the phone feebly.

He hung his head, looking despondent.

He always thought that he would be happy because he married the goddess in his heart.

Although Zhang Huanhuan's family background is ordinary, she is very beautiful and is recognized as a goddess by the school.

Moreover, she has a plump figure, her skin is as white and tender as snow, and as smooth as creamy fat.

Holding it in your arms is like holding a piece of warm jade, weak and boneless, full of fragrance.

Every time he hugged Zhang Huanhuan, he was fascinated, distracted, and secretly sighed, what is Liugong Fendai colorless, since then the king will not go to court early.

With such a thing in his arms, he doesn't want to get up every day.

Regardless of his parents' opposition, he married Zhang Huanhuan.

In the first few years, he was as happy every day as if he had beaten chicken blood. As long as he hugged Zhang Huan into his arms, his bones would be crisp, and all troubles would be gone.

However, after his mother passed away, household chores fell on Zhang Huanhuan, and his life gradually became difficult.

When his mother was alive, his mother helped to take care of many things. Zhang Huanhuan only took care of him by eating, drinking and having fun, and his life went smoothly.

But after his mother passed away, his father's health was not good, so he retreated to the second line and handed over the company to him. He was busy with the company's affairs, and the family affairs were handed over to Zhang Huanhuan.

Zhang Huanhuan dealt with him in a mess.

For example, as a housewife, you need to help him manage interpersonal relationships and remember the relationships between in-laws and family friends.

As long as there is a relationship with the family, weddings and funerals, you must remember to follow suit, and the follow-up must be just right, neither too light nor too heavy.

However, Zhang Huanhuan could never remember this kind of thing, which delayed him several times. In desperation, he could only hand it over to his assistant.

He persuaded himself that no one is perfect.

Zhang Huanhuan's beauty was bought with her IQ, he couldn't ask her to be glamorous and exquisite at the same time.

So, he endured it.

But today, Zhang Huanhuan refused to deal with his son's affairs in order to play mahjong.