My husband's parents' house is located in a residential building in the old city, and the security is not very good. My husband once offered to help them buy another house, but they disagreed, preferring to live in this residential building with peeling walls.
The corridor was very dark, and the lights were all broken. A turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone to shine in front of him. He reached out and grabbed my arm, and said to me, "Be careful."
I gave a soft "hmm". Their house is located on the third floor, opposite to Zhuma's house. It can be said that my husband and Zhuma grew up together. I really don’t know that they have been together for more than ten years in elementary school, junior high school, and high school. How did my husband and Zhuma get married after my husband and I got married? Hooked up.
Although I know there must be my husband's parents. They have always liked bamboo horses. Just after we entered, the husband's mother was still trying to call Zhuma to come over. I think she probably used this method to demonstrate to me. Zhuma is more familiar with this family than I am. Every time he comes over for reunion dinner , the husband's parents will greet the bamboo horse with care. His attitude towards him is totally different from mine.
Then after the bamboo horse left, his father would return to a cold look, and his mother would ask me for money again, just like what happened today.
The husband's brother A frowned. He tried to press his mother's dialing hand and said, "There's no need to call the bamboo horse over."
I wonder how his mother would feel if she knew that the bamboo horse she had always loved had eaten her son.
I ate this meal in a muddle, and I admit that I am really not very good at dealing with the elderly. After sending me back, A apologized to me saying that his mother's words were rude.
I pretended to be generous and waved my hand to show that I didn't care about this.
In the remaining few days, I began to enter my husband's unit frequently. I needed to be familiar with his company's affairs and find out the tricks of his cronies.
The little girl at the front desk finally recognized my face, and she greeted me respectfully every time. When I occasionally poured water, I would hear the staff of their company privately discussing that the company is about to change.
It is indeed going to change.
I called the police when they were talking about why my husband and the bamboo horse were absent from the movie conference again.