C63

The two people in the living room were both speechless. After a while, Zhou Ling couldn't take it anymore and was really angered to death, "Beitang Bing, you're going too far! You're bullying me, but you're not taking advantage of your father's absence to look down on me. Hmph, I also want to tell my husband that I also have a husband, alright? I'll let my husband treat you! "

The more he spoke, the angrier he got, until he was on the verge of tears. She was pregnant in October, and after so much hard work, she finally became this outstanding. Before the wedding, she protected her sister, and after the wedding, her heart became his wife.

Was it because he wanted to be pampered by other women?

He immediately took out his phone and called, "Hubby, your son is bullying me. Do you think you can help me or not?"

On the other side, Beitang Qing was trembling uncontrollably. She couldn't take it anymore, her coquettish bones had gone soft. It seemed that this disgusting gene was not to be underestimated.

In the bedroom, as soon as the two of them entered and the door closed, Chen Weiwei immediately turned around and looked pitifully at Beitang Bing, "Hubby, I was wrong. I shouldn't have gone against Mom with my little temper just now."

Beitang Bing ripped off his tie and started taking off his clothes, "It's okay, your husband will always be behind you!"

She followed him inside. "Don't just let me do whatever I want. You spoiling me like this is equivalent to bolstering my courage. I don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

At this time, after the man finished taking off his clothes, he threw him to the side, revealing his perfect figure and smiling slightly, "Oh? I see that you're not repenting, but are just showing off here? "

Chen Weiwei looked at the man in front of her, and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets …

'F * ck, this life is enough as long as I have a man like him by my side. I won't let him go even if I have to fight with all my might! '

For the next few days, Chen Weiwei really worked hard. He put his whole heart into the job hunting industry and did all sorts of things. He invested dozens of resumes and he went to the recruitment market almost every day to find jobs wherever she could.

She picked a few to participate in the interview and was somewhat disappointed. The company that she liked looked down on her and the company that she looked down on. She didn't want to go there.

Sigh, this is something even harder than picking a husband!

A few days down the line, it's hard to find a job that you're satisfied with and that has a future.

It looked like he had to wait a few more days!

After being busy for a few days, he went back to the old community. The foster mother said that those people had stopped coming, and the foster father had been very quiet these days. He no longer drank and did not lose his temper.

The foster mother said that her foster father just wanted to see her.

Hearing this, Chen Weiwei was very surprised.

In her impression... The adoptive father was usually taciturn and had a bad temper. Only after drinking would he speak too much. However, he beat someone up, making her a little afraid of him!

As a result, since she was young, she had never heard her foster father speak about her being concerned about her, and she wouldn't find any topic to talk about. Normally, he would only ask her to eat and go to school, occasionally asking her about her exam results, but other than that, there didn't seem to be any interaction!

Usually, he would go to class at school and only return home after school. At night, his adoptive father would act like he was drunk, scolding or beating people. He would hide far away from them when he was very young, but when he was older, he would only get beaten up!

Therefore, she believed that her adoptive father was someone who never spoke soft words!

When she arrived at the residential area, she went up the stairs and entered the house, the fragrance was everywhere, the narrow living room's table was filled with food, and it was still steaming, probably just recently made. She suddenly remembered that when she went to school, she would only be able to go home on weekends, and her foster mother would always cook a big table of food. The three of them sat at the table together, and occasionally her foster mother would help her to pick up some food to eat, but sometimes she would only eat and not talk.

She had never imagined that her demands would be excessive. She was already satisfied with just this nonchalance.

She couldn't understand why it had all changed when she grew up, especially after the marriage, when she had almost become a moneymaker and had no value other than money.

Money money, now all that was left was money.

She had been adopted, she had known it ever since she was a child. Her foster father had said it when he was drunk, but in this world, they were the closest people to her.

At least he didn't reject her. Unlike her biological parents, he didn't even reject his own child.