"Rejected for infertility, this shameful thing should just die!"
After dying, a 21st-century ace female special agent transmigrated to the 1980s, where she was rejected from marriage ...
"Then let's not talk nonsense to each other. We have a long life ahead of us. If we argue over such trivial matters, we won't be able to live like this in the future.
I marry you, and I follow you wherever you go. If you marry me, please bear with me if I do something wrong.
Okay, I see you're still fuming and you probably won't be able to fall asleep for a while. Just calm down here. I'm going to rest first. You can call me when you want to take a shower."
"No need. I'm going to sleep in the military dormitory tonight."
Angry enough to run away from home? That's great.
"Okay, do you need me to take you there?"
"No, just stay at home and behave yourself."
Be law-abiding?
"Don't worry, I won't cheat on you."
Zhan Beiqin's face was as cold as ice. He glanced at her coldly, then turned around and walked away, pushing the wheelchair.
Ren Rongzheng breathed a sigh of relief. What a difficult man to please.
In front of others, he says that we are now in the era of reform and opening up and that we are no longer in the feudal era, and he acts like a good man with open-minded ideas; but behind others, he shows a completely different face.
Who said women's hearts are as deep as the sea? When men are calculating, their hearts are smaller than the nose of a needle.
But it was just right that she left. Living here alone, she felt the air was fresher. After returning to the bedroom, Ren Rongzheng took out a notebook and a pen. She had to plan carefully what business she was going to start.
After much thought, she wrote out several plans, but she needed to continue researching to decide which one to do. Of course, the prerequisite for starting a business is money, and she didn't have the money yet.
So the next morning she got up early, put on her makeup, put on her beautiful dress, and rode her bike out.
Because of her beauty, all men like her, but all women hate her out of jealousy.
"She dresses like a vixen all day long."
When Ren Rongzheng rode his bicycle past Zhang Laifu's yard, Jiang Shufen couldn't help but whisper behind his back, "Riding a broken bicycle, you're bound to fall sooner or later."
Even if Ren Rongzheng didn't hear these words, he could have guessed that she deliberately rode her bike past Jiang Shufen while she was in the yard.
I just like watching these gossiping women. I don’t dare to do anything to them, so I can only say bad things about them behind their backs and then get angry with myself.
Ren Rongzheng first had a delicious breakfast, then calculated the time and rode his bike to the steel plant.
"Good morning, uncle and aunt."
After entering the factory, I greeted the workers politely and generously.
Seeing her like this, everyone was very confused. How could she really become a different person after dying once?
Ren Rongzheng walked straight into the office building and knocked on the door of Ren Naiyao's office.
"Enter."
Ren Rongzheng pushed the door and walked in. Ren Naiyao thought it was someone from the factory, but he didn't expect it to be Ren Rongzheng.
"Why did you come to the factory?"
"I came here specifically to see you. I just asked your secretary and made sure that no one was in your office right now, so I came."
Ren Naiyao had a gloomy face, and was obviously very angry at her behavior.
"You didn't get enough of showing off at your parents' house last night, and you want to show off at the factory again?"
"Dad, what are you talking about? Yesterday, it was just Beiqin's new son-in-law who came to visit. I didn't mean to go back to my parents' house to show off."
Ren Naiyao snorted in displeasure, "Throughout history, no new son-in-law has ever chosen to arrive at night. It's just that he's the head of a military region, and you just escaped death, so I turned a blind eye."
"My father is indeed the director of the steel plant. He is so generous. Since you are so generous, please give me the three thousand yuan dowry. If you give me this money, I promise not to appear in front of you."
Hearing this, Ren Naiyao's face darkened and he looked at her as if he was looking at an enemy who was trying to take his cake.
"You came here today just to ask me for money?"