On the way back, Fang Xiaoyun's face was so dark that it seemed as if ink could ooze out.
The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she became, and she lost her temper at her two friends along the way.
I didn't feel restless after going home. When I came to my room, when I thought of what had just happened, I was so angry that I pushed all the things on the table to the ground. When the things fell to the ground, there was a sound of breaking.
Her mother Yao Juan heard the noise and hurried to her daughter's room with a look of anxiety on her face.
She walked into the room, stood next to her daughter and asked softly: "Xiaoyun, what's wrong with you? Who made you angry?"
Yao Juan thought about it carefully. Recently, after her daughter got a place to join the art troupe, she was in a good mood. She still looked happy when she went out this morning.
Could it be that there are changes in the number of places in the art troupe? Thinking of this, Yao Juan frowned and thought of her husband's daughter.
Fang Xiaoyun didn't know what her mother was thinking.
The anger in her heart had not yet been released, and her eyes seemed to be on fire, "You are not that bitch Fu Xueyao."
It turned out that it was not about the art troupe, and Yao Juan was relieved.
Fu Xueyao? Yao Juan recited the name silently in her mind and recalled it, but she still felt that the name was unfamiliar to her.
Fang Xiaoyun looked at her mother and told her what had just happened.
Yao Juan held her daughter's hand, comforted her and said, "Why do you care about these things? You two are not from the same world."
"So what if she opens a shop? As you said, she will be a farmer's wife her whole life. But my daughter is different. She will soon be a cadre of the art troupe. Your future is much brighter than hers."
In Yao Juan's impression, Fu Xueyao is still the white and tender glutinous rice dumpling.
But Yao Juan didn't have a good impression of her, because she and her daughter Xiaoyun formed a sharp contrast. Fu Xueyao was much better in terms of appearance and family background.
This also made her feel more guilty about her daughter.
"Daughter, you need to know that you have to broaden your horizons and ignore people who will have no boundary with you in the future, so that your future will become smoother and smoother."
"But..." Fang Xiaoyun was still a little unwilling.
Yao Juan's face darkened and she looked at her deeply.
Fang Xiaoyun narrowed his eyes: "Do I understand?"
After hearing what her daughter said, she smiled and gently rubbed her daughter's head.
"This is my good daughter."
"Although Mom hopes that you will ignore these rural people, you can't just let go of the fact that you are being bullied."
Fang Xiaoyun's eyes flashed with surprise: "Mom, let dad teach her a lesson. Her incomprehensible look is so annoying."
"She even ordered me not to enter her store."
"It's just a small shabby shop, who cares about it!"
The corners of Yao Juan's mouth curled up slightly, and there was a hint of darkness in her eyes. "Don't tell your dad about this matter, just mom can handle it."
"Xiaoyun, what do you think Fu Xueyao is most afraid of when opening a restaurant?"
Fang Xiaoyun instantly realized what his mother meant, and a flash of light flashed at the end of his eyes: "Mom, what do you mean..."
Yao Juan: “It’s quite easy to pay people to do things.”
"I knew Mom was the best to me."
Xiaoyun was finally happy. A big smile appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but laugh and snort twice.
She said she wouldn't let Fu Xueyao have an easy time!
After the farce just ended, the store looked happy again.
The shop's business is getting busier day by day, especially in the morning, when there is an endless stream of customers.
As the sun sets, the sky is dyed orange like fireworks.
At this time, a tall man wearing a white shirt walked in.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Fu Xueyao thought it was a customer coming in to buy something.
Fu Xueyao, who was settling accounts at the moment, said without raising his head: "I'm sorry, guest, we are closed today. You are welcome to come and buy again tomorrow."
"Ayao, I'm back."
Fu Xueyao's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and she raised her head in disbelief.
Her tone was a little surprised: "Lu Xingzhou!"
When she saw him for the first time, Fu Xueyao's eyes widened with a look of astonishment on her face.
Although they had slept together, she really couldn't remember what Lu Xingzhou looked like.
The man was wearing a simple white shirt and a pair of military green trousers. He looked tall and slim.
But if you look carefully, you will find that the well-defined muscles under the tight-fitting shirt make you look thin when you are wearing clothes, but you are fleshy when you are undressed, giving people a feeling of full sexual tension.
Not only the figure, but also the appearance was on the top of Fu Xueyao's heart. The man had deep facial features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a clear jawline.
But the most attractive thing should be his eyes, which are as bright as precious black pearls in the deep sea, making people fall deeply into them and be confused by them unconsciously.
Fu Xueyao asked, "Did you come back today?"
Lu Xingzhou: "Well, I just arrived this afternoon. I went to look for you at home as soon as I got off the train, but I didn't see you."
When Lu Xingzhou got off the train, he picked up his luggage and ran home eagerly.
He had never felt this way about returning home before.
Since the last time A Yao called to say she was pregnant, he would dream about A Yao every night, always on their wedding night.
Her soft western limbs wrapped around his neck and waist, her warm breath spread on his neck, and her charming voice surrounded his mind over and over again.
Several times he got up early in the morning to wash the sheets.
For some reason, Fu Xueyao always felt that he looked aggrieved now.
Fu Xueyao also felt a little guilty. She had never told him about opening a store.
But this guilty conscience quickly disappeared.
"Xingzhou, you're back." At this time, the two aunts who were cleaning the store also noticed Lu Xingzhou.
Lu Xingzhou greeted the two of them.
"Xingzhou and Xue Yao really match each other. They are a handsome boy and a beautiful girl. The children born from this will be very good-looking."
"Lifang will be very happy from now on."
The two of them spoke to each other again, but after a few words they started to sort things out again.
Fu Xueyao looked at Lu Xingzhou: "Are you hungry? Do you want to cook a bowl of noodles?"
Although the two of them were husband and wife and were about to become fathers and mothers, Fu Xueyao still felt that the relationship between the two of them was a bit strange, as if they were familiar strangers.
Lu Xingzhou lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "Are you cooking?"
Fu Xueyao asked, "Otherwise?"
"I'll do it. You've been busy all day, so it's time for you to rest." With that, Lu Xingzhou stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Fu Xueyao smiled softly: "It takes nothing to make a bowl of noodles. You don't have to come over. Just wait for me for two minutes."
What she said was correct, the materials were all readily available, and the fire in the coal stove had not been extinguished.
"I'll do it. You sit down and rest for a while." After saying that, Lu Xingzhou walked into the kitchen.
"Are you okay?" Fu Xueyao glanced at Lu Xingzhou suspiciously.
Fu Xueyao was really shocked by Lu Zhiyun's "peerless" cooking talent.
Fu Xueyao now extremely doubted whether Lu Xingzhou had done the same thing.
Let’s not talk about using sugar as salt and vinegar as soy sauce.
Stir-fry a vegetable and light a fire in the pot to burn the vegetables into black charcoal. When you fry an egg, the edges are dark but the center is uncooked.
