Chapter 14 14 Beating a grown man and making him cry.

Fu Yu wasn't poisoned; he was simply anxious to wash his precious, delicate hands, which had just been accidentally stained with hot pot sauce, despite being among the top 100 in China. Tang Ke also washed them twice, rubbing them back and forth according to the seven-step handwashing method. After washing, he saw that they were indeed much whiter. The idea of ​​imitating someone is a psychological one, but she wasn't afraid of being laughed at.

The drive from Vientiane City to the new house took about half an hour, and Tang Ke lay in the car, hoping to take a nap. Fu Yu hadn't hung any sachets of fragrance in the car, but strangely, there was a faint whiff of perfume lingering in the car's air today. Could he have used cologne as coolant? Tang Ke couldn't sleep. Her sense of smell became sharper the moment she closed her eyes, and she could only rely on the lingering hot pot scent to loosen her tense thoughts.

"Are you carsick?" Fu Yu asked.

"No..." Tang Ke pried his eyes open, but the light was too bright and he closed them again. "How do you know I'm not asleep?"

"You spoke."

Tang Ke's brows relaxed, as if the glaciers had melted and everything was reviving, and birds were chirping somewhere. She gave a weak, wry smile, "Brother, I'm really at my wit's end."

Fu Yu pulled down the passenger seat sun visor and said, "You look like you have a headache."

"Yeah." You're giving me a headache.

"Is this sudden? I've never seen you get carsick before."

"I didn't smell perfume in your car before." It was my nose's fault.

The blue bar was empty, Tang Ke had the will but not the strength, and his mouth was so weak that he couldn't even get a word out.

Fu Yu recalled that he had gone back to the company yesterday to handle some business and had given his boss a ride. The boss was particularly fond of men's perfume, and it was probably around that time that he had picked it up. He explained, noting that she hated the smell of perfume, not even a little bit.

In the new house, the real estate agent was standing next to the landlord and had been waiting for a long time with Tang's parents. Tang Ke and Fu Yu walked around the building. The surrounding environment and the conditions of each room were not bad, nor did they make people feel like they had found a treasure. They were just average. In other words, there was still room for bargaining.

Tang Ke was hesitant and held Dong Ci's arm, pulling it left and right. In fact, she was not good at bargaining, but she was good at taking advantage of her mother's strength.

She recounted the difficulties of her own financial situation, the immense pressure of Fu Yu's mortgage, and the fact that he had to work late into the night on weekends. The house in District XX was actually more than enough for them, but after today's stroll, she felt a connection to this house. Her parents had put so much thought into her future child, and she didn't want to let them down. If the price could be a little lower, maybe 60,000 or 70,000 less, she'd grit her teeth and take it...

Fu Yu seemed to have seen this scene somewhere -

"It's not that I can't afford to support him, it's just that the child is grown up and I can't keep him anymore, so I came to you."

The tone is exactly the same.

And what did she mean? Living with him?

(o_o)

Several people sat on the solid wooden sofa left by the original owner, with a pair of single chairs on the left and right and a bench in the middle. The invisible hand of the market disturbed the sofa legs. Tang's father and mother said that the furniture could be discarded, and after trying to persuade them with both emotion and reason, they really got Tang Ke to bargain down the price by 50,000.

"Sister is awesome." She slapped her thigh and fell back, quietly showing off to Fu Yu, but saw that he was in a daze. "Where's your soul? Was it sucked away by a mosquito?"

Fu Yu raised his eyes, his expression indifferent: "Why don't you pat your thigh?"

"As husband and wife, we should share happiness and hardship." Tang Ke smiled cunningly, and the cell phone in his bag rang.

It was a voice call from the researcher. She stood up and went outside to answer it.

"Xue Bo, what can I do for you?"

Anyone could tell that she was beaming with joy at the moment.

Xue Jiayin's end was very noisy, so she had to speak louder: "What's going on? From the tone of your voice, you seem very happy now!"

"Of course not! Buy a diamond ring in the morning and a suite in the afternoon." Tang Ke admired his fingernails, which were bare. It was time for a manicure.

"Damn it! Will you still recognize me as your slave after you marry into a wealthy family?"

"Hahahaha!" This is exactly the effect Tang Ke wanted. Every country dog ​​has its own pretentiousness. Every dog ​​has its day!

"Where are you now? It's so noisy over there."

Xue Jiayin's voice exploded through the receiver: "High-speed rail station!"

"You are coming back!" Tang Ke was very happy.

"No, I'm going to Suzhou for a meeting."

“Tsk.”

"Come back after the opening."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Golden flowers and silver flowers are not as good as sisters, they can hang out together again.

Inside the house, the real estate agent went back to print the contract, and the landlord and the elders were chatting. Fu Yu couldn't get a word in, so he sat with them for a while and then went out to get some fresh air.

The weather was hot and mosquitoes were rampant. She had been out for a long time and must be feeling very uncomfortable. He had to go and see her.

There was no sign of her at the door, and the voice came from the side. He walked along the eaves, not intentionally eavesdropping, but the person being talked about seemed to be him, and it was not convenient for him to come out at this time, so he eavesdropped.

"No, we'll live our own lives after marriage. I won't care about him, and he can't care about me either."

"Well, let's just live with it for now. Everything is fine. He's a generous and honest person. We can discuss things easily. It would be best if we can get the job done and my parents are satisfied."

"There's no need to talk about feelings. Don't even think about it. It's superfluous to think about that. As long as I don't hate him and he doesn't hate me, that's all that matters. He's quite interesting. I'll let you meet him when you get back."

"Don't keep thinking that a part of me is tainted after marriage. Times have changed, and not everyone is trapped in love in marriage. I don't have that kind of feelings for him, and he certainly doesn't either. I've tested it! Well, to put it bluntly, we've only been married for a while. If he makes a mistake, or I make a mistake, we might as well say goodbye."

"What do you mean by love grows over time? What we have is a disease grows over time. No one will not go crazy if they stay with me for a long time. He went crazy today."

"Why waste all that money and time if you don't have a wedding... Hey! We already said we're going to live our own lives, so how can we possibly sleep in the same bed? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Being friends is enough. If you want too much, it will be troublesome. How can you live in peace if you are in a tangled mess? I guess he thinks the same. We have reached a consensus on this point, which is far more than 99% of Chinese couples."

"Yeah, enough talking. Hurry up and get in the car. I'll wait for you to come back!"

Fu Yu turned and went back into the house without saying a word. Eavesdropping was not a good thing.

He watched Tang Ke come back to sign as if nothing had happened, then walked the three of them home. When he was invited to dinner at her house, he declined. It was a good opportunity to get closer, but he wasn't in the mood. His head was buzzing. Mosquitoes were rampant, and he was the one who suffered.

He didn't have dinner at all that day.

The air was stiflingly hot, and he had no appetite. He spent the entire night playing games in his study. His headphones blocked out external sounds, but the downside was that they also amplified his heartbeat. Without background music, the thumping of his heart would drive him crazy.

The ring box lay on the sofa in the living room, where he had left it since returning home, never having opened it. Thirsty in the middle of the night, he walked barefoot to the kitchen to get some water and saw it. He had passed by his home three times without entering, and this was the third time. After some thought, he decided to open it and put the ring on his left ring finger.

She was supposed to put it on him at the wedding when the officiant announced, "The bride and groom exchange rings." But they wouldn't have a wedding, and wouldn't waste the money and time, she said.

Her words today could not be shaken off his mind. On the one hand, she looked bold and lively, as if they were the best in the world. On the other hand, she said the most murderous words in the most relaxed tone, as if they were just strangers.

After trudging through all the hardships until he was nearly thirty years old, he would understand her thoughts. On the contrary, he understood them too well. He understood that she wanted to drink DDT and reincarnate. If he could live again, he would like to be like Li Bai and live a carefree life.

If someone asked him the reason for his quick marriage, he might say the same thing: We just want to live our own lives... She is polite and knows her limits, and is easy to discuss things with. My parents are very satisfied with her... She is also quite interesting... Just as a friend... No, he actually likes her very much.

Tick.

A tear fell on the back of my hand.

The men's ring named "Encounter" has lost the luster and color of the music box and looks like a piece of scrap metal.

Excuse me, a grown man is crying. You've known her for her nonsense for a long time. If you like her a little bit, she's already married to you, so what else do you want?

Fu Yu wiped away the tears from his eyes. The temples of his earphones were pressing against his ears, and after wearing them for so long, he couldn't even tell who was who. He took off his glasses, pinned his bangs with a small hairpin, and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

As a result, when you draw your sword to cut the water, the water flows even more.

I don’t know, is this what it means to be heartbroken…but she is your wife.

She said she doesn’t have that kind of interest in you...but isn’t she your wife?

She said they had only been married for a while...but during this time she was your wife.

The only creature who can be made to move forever by giving it a slap in the face and then a sweet date is an office worker like him.

Don't cry. Fu Yu took off the ring. He should feel content. Compared with the leader, she brought him much more things: a harmonious family, a friendly atmosphere between husband and wife, and a bright reputation.

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At 8:00 AM on the auspicious day according to the lunar calendar, Tang Ke and Fu Yu registered their marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau. They both took a day off, but they still had to queue up to get married. Looking next door, they saw even more divorces.

Tang Ke was fixing her hair in the group. She had put on a fake natural makeup look today; wherever there were cameras, there was a burden. In contrast, Fu Yu looked the same as usual, except for a shinier look.

After all, they had to appear in the same scene, so Tang Ke took out her powder puff, fiddled with his face twice, and pushed aside his originally unruly bangs. She had a selfish motive and had to let the mole show.

Fu Yu was as steady as a rock. Even if she braided his hair into a dreadlock, he wouldn't move at all.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Wait a minute." Tang Ke concentrated on his work, standing on tiptoe and blowing a breath at his brow. If someone's dandruff blew onto his head, a mysophobia like his would definitely make him want to kill them.

Fu Yu was as steady as a rock, but eighty percent of that was fake. She was too close, and the breath she blew reminded him of the breath the snake spirit in Calabash Brothers blew after chanting, "Ruyi, Ruyi, please show up as I wish."

"What's the matter?" Tang Ke laughed at his dazed look.

"My head isn't made of dough."

Tang Ke chuckled, stepped back, and looked at the result, quite satisfied with the result. A newlywed couple was cuddling up ahead, and she also learned a line from them.

"Hubby, you're so handsome!"

After saying that, she happily started to fix her hairstyle again, as if this was some kind of bangs squat game.

"......" Fu Yu was as steady as a rock, but gradually he began to breathe heavily, even though he hadn't moved.

My husband calls me like it’s free.

She really loves to talk nonsense.

Can you please stop running? If you run any further he will lie on the railway tracks.

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The author has something to say: I forgot to log in to the private Marseille... My head is made of dough, you can beat the author (only for one day, the author's medical insurance has no money, please let everyone know)