After sending the message, Ye Lang, with a calm look, ignored the heated discussions in the group and went to the gym to start training.
At this time, in Building 3, Room 1507.
Zhang Xianglai lay on the sofa, looking at the messages in the group listlessly.
He turned around and looked at his wife Youyou, who was cutting the leather of the sofa next to him, with an unpleasant expression, and couldn't help but feel angry.
"Stop cutting! Can you eat enough sofa leather? Ah! I'm asking you, can you eat enough sofa leather?"
A flash of grievance passed through Qi Youyou's eyes, but she didn't stop moving, her expression somewhat numb.
"This is all we have left to eat now. If we don't eat the sofa leather, we'll starve to death."
Zhang Xianglai stood up suddenly, his tone becoming even more vicious.
"I asked you to wear less clothes and send them to Ye Lang, but you just refused!
Now that I am old, I can only starve to death with you."
"Zhang Xianglai, are you still a man?
I have just been married to you for more than a month, and I haven't gotten through a single day.
You are really a beast now that you want to use me to exchange for food."
Zhang Xianglai's eyes widened in anger and he roared:
"Beast? Being a beast is better than starving to death!"
Zhang Xianglai was very hungry. In his more than 20 years of life, this was the first time he felt such intense hunger.
Suddenly his tone softened.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I'm really too hungry and I really can't hold on any longer.
My dear wife, go to 1706, find him, and beg him. He will definitely give you food. Please, my dear wife.
Tears streamed down her face, the food in her hand fell to the ground, and she choked with sobs:
"You...do you know what it means for me to go find him?"
Zhang Xianglai slumped back on the sofa, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, and he pleaded in a low voice:
"I know, but I really can't help it, please..."
With tears in her eyes, she looked at her husband, struggling in her heart.
She was also hungry, and had never felt the torment of hunger so deeply.
But her values and moral bottom line did not allow her to make such a humiliating choice.
"He's already rejected me. Forget it. Let's hold on for two more days. Maybe official help will come."
Zhang Xianglai continued to insist, saying anxiously,
"Wife, I'll starve to death in two days.
The last time he rejected you was because you were wearing too much and had a sad face.
This time, change your clothes, smile, and beg for mercy. Maybe he'll soften his heart and agree."
Youyou looked at her husband with despair, and lost the strength to refute.
This may be what is meant by "there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart."
Think about the past, how considerate and gentle her husband was, and he was also an executive of a company with a good social status.
But now he has become so humble just for a bite of food that he is so impatient that he wants to give his fiancee to someone else.
Still afraid that others don't want it, hahahahaha, ridiculous, so ridiculous.
䲾悠悠 stood up with difficulty and said coldly:
"Hey, I'll go and beg him. I'll change into some clothes that you like and beg him. Are you satisfied?"
As he spoke, he walked slowly towards the cloakroom. Every step he took felt like he was treading on tiptoes, and his heart was bleeding.
Zhang Xianglai's eyes were complicated, but instantly turned into a desire for life. He nodded hurriedly.
"That's too much. Honey, wear your wedding dress, wear your wedding dress!"
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