Along the way, Su Ziyu didn't say a word, but just held Shen Zhihuan's hand tightly.

There were many people walking back together. Although Shen Zhihuan was a little puzzled, he didn't dare to ask in detail.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the room, Shen Zhihuan was pushed behind the door by a man.

The thin lips fell eagerly at the first moment.

After a long time, the man carried Shen Zhihuan to the sofa with unstable breathing.

"Did something happen?" Shen Zhihuan looked up at him.

Everything was fine when I left home in the morning.

"Wife, we will grow old together, right?" Su Ziyu's eyes were complicated.

"...Have you done anything to let me down?" Shen Zhihuan looked at Su Ziyu suspiciously.

Su Ziyu almost vomited blood.

Is there nothing else in his young wife's mind except falling in love with someone else and having an affair?

"Did he get drugged? Was he tricked? Or was he seduced? His innocence is still there... um..."

Su Ziyu covered her mouth fiercely.

She was afraid that if she continued to listen, her innocence would be lost.

After a while, the breathing that had finally become steady became disordered again.

The hands pinching her slender waist became stronger and stronger.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

From the knock on the door, I knew it was an older unmarried man.

"Su Ziyu, open the door!"

Su Ziyu was about to pretend not to hear.

The person outside the door started calling for help.

"Go quickly!" Shen Zhihuan pushed the man away and went into the bathroom with hot water to wash up.

By the time Su Ziyu sent away the annoying unmarried young man, Shen Zhihuan had already curled up on the bed and fallen asleep.

After a simple wash, Su Ziyu hugged his sweet and soft little wife into his arms ...

After the stitches were removed and Shen Zhilan was discharged from the hospital and went home, she lay on her bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Yang Zhongyi turned his back to Shen Zhilan, feeling restless and uneasy.

When I was in the countryside, although I didn't earn much money, life was much more comfortable.

Ever since he came to the capital, he always felt like there was a huge rock pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Zhongyi, how much money does our family have now?" Shen Zhilan nudged Yang Zhongyi gently with her elbow and whispered, fearing that she would wake up her son.

"Thirty-five yuan." Yang Zhongyi closed his eyes and spoke in a light tone.

The attitude is neither good nor bad.

"Didn't the salary get paid yesterday? How come it's only 35 yuan?" Shen Zhilan frowned and her voice rose several degrees.

The money for her hospitalization was paid by her mother.

Even if she didn't work a few days this month, she should have at least 25 yuan! He got 30 yuan.

The total amount should be at least fifty-five yuan.

How could it be only thirty-five yuan? "I gave twenty yuan to my mother." Yang Zhongyi's tone was still indifferent.

"Tomorrow is the 30th of the lunar new year, and we don't have anything for the new year at home. You give your mother so much money all at once. How can we still live?" Shen Zhilan got angry instantly.

That loser Shen Zhimei's house is full of bacon, cured chicken and sausages.

Candies, melon seeds and peanuts were also prepared.

She hasn't bought anything yet.

"We didn't give my mother living expenses last month. Adding this month's living expenses, it's exactly twenty." Yang Zhongyi opened his eyes, with a deep sense of fatigue in his eyes.

Her monthly salary is thirty yuan, and his monthly salary is also thirty yuan. The total salary of the two is sixty yuan. If they give ten yuan to his mother, they will still have fifty yuan left.

The children are at their grandmother's house most of the time, and the two of them rarely cook at home.

Because it is the factory's own canteen, it is much cheaper than state-owned restaurants. A meal costs only ten cents, you can eat as much as you want, and there is a meat dish for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Although it was just a few pieces of meat, it was still oily and meaty.

The two of them don't even cook a single meal and eat in the cafeteria, and they earn less than 20 yuan a month.

There is still thirty yuan left.

After deducting some necessary expenses, there should always be ten dollars left in a month, not much.

What was the result? If he hadn't gone there early today, he wouldn't have known that the goose feathers that the cleaner dumped into the trash can a few days ago were worth 180 yuan.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

One hundred and eighty yuan...

How can someone who can't even afford ten yuan for living expenses spend one hundred and eighty yuan on a flashy down jacket? !

"Sanhong is working, and my mother is also making paper boxes. The two of them can earn dozens of yuan a month."

Why did she insist on them giving her living expenses? Shen Zhilan didn't say this.

"Mingming is getting older every year. How can we give Mingming a good life if we don't save some money?" Shen Zhilan sighed.

Yang Zhongyi curled his lips sarcastically.

Save money?! In the three months since they came here, have they saved a penny, apart from the thirty yuan they gave to his mother?

Mrs. Qian takes 30 yuan from Qian Xingwang every month. She has a family of four... 30 yuan can still save money, but what about their family? "Zhongyi, are you still blaming me for being cheated?" Shen Zhilan turned over and hugged Yang Zhongyi from behind.

Yang Zhongyi closed his eyes and said nothing.

The money wasn't his, could he blame him? "Zhongyi, I just want to help you..." Shen Zhilan's hand went down.

Yang Zhongyi grabbed her hand and said, "Go to bed early! You have to get up early tomorrow."

"Loyalty..." Shen Zhilan softened her tone.

"Go to sleep." Yang Zhongyi's voice was like a sigh.

"Zhongyi, please don't be angry, okay? I will listen to you in the future." Shen Zhilan's heart suddenly panicked.

In the past, as long as she took the initiative.

He always gets extremely impatient.

But now...

"Go to bed! It's getting late!" Yang Zhongyi closed his eyes, his expression did not change, and his tone was still indifferent.

"Zhongyi, please don't treat me like this, I feel bad." In the darkness, Shen Zhilan's voice was already filled with tears.

"Because of the New Year holiday, I have been working overtime in the factory for several days in a row. I am really tired." Yang Zhongyi sighed.

In the past, when he went to work, he would just assign tasks and then walk around, but most of the time he would stay in the office drinking tea and reading newspapers.

Now, from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., he stays in a workshop that is like an assembly line.

Especially during this period, because of the New Year holiday, I am busy until 10 o'clock every night before getting off work.

When I got home, I packed up, washed up, and went to bed. It was already eleven o'clock.

At dawn, it was another day of boring assembly line work...

"Zhongyi, I will definitely send the living expenses to mother on time in the future. Please don't be angry with me, okay?" Shen Zhilan reached out and wiped the tears from her face.

"Mom said that we should go to their house for the New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow, so let's go to bed early!" Yang Zhongyi got up and, in the light of the street lamp outside the window, tucked in the quilt for his son who was sleeping next to Shen Zhilan.

(End of this chapter)