"Don't they say that being able to eat is a blessing? What's wrong with my daughter being a little fat? A strong body is good for childbearing!"
"Speaking of which, Cong Yuan and his wife have been married for half a year, right? Why is there still no sign of pregnancy?"
The woman pushing the cart said with understanding: "The couple is still young, they probably just want to enjoy their own world! Young people nowadays are all like this."
"That Xiao Qiao is young, but Cong Yuan is not young anymore. The previous one didn't leave him any children, and this one has been around for half a year and there is no sign of anything. Could it be that he is infertile?"
I used to be a little envious of Su Qiao for finding such a good man, and made some vicious guesses.
The woman pushing the cart said quickly, "Don't talk nonsense. Although the girl is from the countryside, she looks good and healthy."
"Oh, I just said it casually, how can you take it so seriously?"
"But Xiao Qiao is really lucky. She is a working girl, but she met such a good man."
Who wouldn’t be envious in this community
“Who says it’s not?”
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"mom."
At this time, Wen Congyuan, who was being talked about by them, had already returned home.
He changed his shoes, put the flowers and cake in his hands on the coffee table, threw his briefcase on the sofa, and ripped open the collar of his shirt.
No one came to greet him, and a trace of displeasure appeared on his face: "Where's she?"
"She's in the house."
The son finally came back, and the old lady, who had been worried all day, breathed a sigh of relief.
She glanced in the direction of Su Qiao's room and quietly pulled her son over: "Cong Yuan, there's something wrong with her!"
"What's wrong?"
Wen Congyuan glanced at her and sat down on the sofa with some indifference.
The old lady pondered for a while and shook her head: "I can't explain it clearly, but I just feel something is wrong."
Wen Congyuan thought for a moment, stood up and walked to the door of the room on the right.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and said in a commanding tone, "Come out."
The old lady quickly called into the house: "Xiao Qiao, Cong Yuan is back. He bought you flowers and your favorite cake."
Su Qiao had been busy all afternoon. She had just taken a shower, changed into a white dress, and was sitting in front of the dressing table putting on makeup.
Hearing the mother and son's cries and knocks on the door, he walked over impatiently and opened the door: "What are you calling for? Are you calling for the soul?"
"you… "
Wen Congyuan frowned and was about to lose his temper when he suddenly noticed the makeup on Su Qiao's face.
"You wear makeup?"
"You're wearing such bright lipstick and such revealing clothes. What are you planning to do?"
Wen Congyuan looked Su Qiao up and down, and the more he looked, the more he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
"What's it to you?" Su Qiao would not tolerate him.
"You are my wife, who cares if I don't?"
Wen Congyuan was already dissatisfied with her dress, and Su Qiao spoke to him in such a tone and attitude that he finally couldn't help but get angry.
"Tell me! Who are you dressing up like this for?"
Wen Congyuan grabbed her arm and tried to pull her over roughly.
How could Su Qiao just stand there and let him do it
She took a quick step back, stared at him with a cold face, and turned her wrist.
"Cong Yuan, don't worry. Xiao Qiao doesn't know anyone. She must have dressed up for you."
The old lady was happy. After being depressed for a whole day, she finally felt much better.
But she was also afraid that things would get out of control.
After all, Su Qiao had just been beaten last night, and he was afraid that if he wasn't careful, he would really hurt someone and have to send him to the hospital.
That would be bad.
"Huh, you dressed up for me?"
Staring at Su Qiao's V-neck low-cut dress and her bright red lips, Wen Congyuan felt a surge of anger in his heart.
His face was livid: "I think you want to show it to some wild man, right?"