There are too few people in this world who can do whatever they want. Not everyone can live the way they want, it requires capital.

Since he has nothing now and has a lot of money, then Huabei is the one who has a lot of romantic dreams that require money to realize.

A large area of ​​plum blossoms should be planted in winter.

I woke up early today and looked at the time. It was only seven o'clock. Because of the rain, it was a little dark outside. He wrapped his nightgown and walked to the small living room outside. He saw Zhao Jindong lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly.

I really slept here, and I don’t know when I put on my clothes, shirt on my upper body, and suits on my lower body.

Song Chen tiptoed and was about to turn around and go back, but suddenly he was attracted by a place. He turned around and looked at Zhao Jindong's lower body.

Damn, I'm going to have a nosebleed.

Zhao Jindong was a young and middle-aged man who was lying flat, facing upward, and had a strong qi and blood. In the morning, he had a physiological reaction, a big bag.

Song Chen swallowed, and as soon as the data of 191 appeared in his mind, he suddenly noticed that Zhao Jindong had moved for a moment, and then opened his eyes.

What a keen person.

Zhao Jindong's eyes seemed to have returned to clear light when he saw him. He immediately sat up and probably noticed the strangeness of his body. He looked up at Song Chen with sharp eyes and a little embarrassed.

Song Chen swallowed, snorted coldly, and pretended to be very arrogant and went back to the room.

As soon as I closed the bedroom door, I immediately blushed and ran to the bed with my heartbeat.

Men who have not opened for thousands of years cannot see this, especially the male god in their hearts.

It seems that Zhao Jindong is really the same as he wrote. He is a good man who is the best attacker but keeps himself alone in the empty room. Yesterday he stepped up and twisted Zhao Jindong and reacted. This morning, he saw this again. Zhao Jindong was so suffocated that he was almost completely holding it back.

Oh, I can't stand it, I beat my chest and stamp my feet, and I'm so upset that I'm so upset!

He pounded the bed and felt that he had a reaction. A young and middle-aged man who had no sex life could not afford to be injured. His body was not controlled by his brain, and he could not bear it if he was stimulated.

He buried his face in the pillow, and suddenly a thunder sounded outside. He got up, knelt on the bed and looked out the window, and found that the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier.

The autumn rain extinguished the irritation in his heart, so he got up and went to the bathroom to wash. His hands, who were brushing his teeth, heard movement outside. He pushed a gap and looked outside, and saw Zhao Jindong entering the cloakroom.

His stuff is all in the cloakroom, so why did Zhao Jindong go in?

After washing up, he went to take a look and pushed open the door of the cloakroom. He found that there were many more boxes inside, placed on the floor, there was an originally empty place with many unfamiliar clothes hanging. Judging from the length of the suit and pants, it should be Zhao Jindong's.

It turned out that when Zhao Jindong came back yesterday, he also brought some clothes back.

The two of them hang their clothes in the same cloakroom, which feels quite wonderful.

Speaking of which, Song Chen had fantasized before that when the wardrobe at home was opened, the clothes for two people were the same, and the toiletries in the bathroom were arranged neatly, and even the angle of the toothbrush was exactly the same.

The life of having a husband is indeed different.

He has it now, but it’s a pity that his husband’s body and mind do not belong to him.

Song Chen sighed and returned to the bathroom to continue dressing up.

Song Chen is a person who pays attention to dressing up, and he has always been in the elite style. He has to combed his hair meticulously. He has to clean up for a long time just by cleaning up. When he went downstairs, Zhao Jindong had already gone to work, and Zhao Yungang also went to the company, and Mrs. Zhao was there at home.

Mrs. Zhao was tired yesterday, but she was in a happy mood. Her fluffy hair was soft, and a woman like her who was rich when she was young, when she was 40 or 50 years old, she showed her charm. She was very moist yesterday, and her face was flushed today.

I observed Song Chen with cold eyes and found that Song Chen was no different from usual.

What does that mean? It means that nothing happened to the two of them last night.

At this age of strong qi and blood, two men can even sit in their arms without any trouble when they sleep together!

“近东没吃早饭就走了.”她说.

Men Qing, who knew what Mrs. Zhao was thinking, said, "Don't worry about him."

"Xiaochen, your father called you home and lived there. The meaning is very obvious. You all understand his efforts, right? Be good at the same place as the second child. He is still a good person."

Mrs. Zhao used to provoke the relationship between their husband and wife, but now she is talking for Zhao Jindong. Song Chen is really surprised.

Mrs. Zhao continued: "Try to accept it. If it really doesn't work, even if you want to get a divorce, I will definitely be on your side. So are your dad, so do you rest assured about this."

Song Chen didn't know what to say, so he continued to eat his breakfast.

Mrs. Zhao kept looking at Song Chen's hands while eating.

It is thin, white, long, well-proportioned and beautiful.

Alas, after observing for more than ten years, I didn’t find any shortcomings in Song Chen’s body. Even if there were no scars on his body, her skin was so white that she felt ashamed of her. Thinking of the news posted by Zhao Qi yesterday, I felt in a state of confusion.

What should I do if Song Chen and Zhao Jindong are really divorced? Her sons may not have any face.

Recently, she always feels her chest is blocked. When she goes to the Buddhist temple later, she will recite the sutras several times.

The two of them were having a meal when a car stopped outside. Mrs. Chen went over and opened the door and saw Zhao Xinzhi coming in.

Mrs. Zhao was stunned for a moment, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said, "Why are you back?"

"Come back and get something." Zhao Xinzhi said and looked at Song Chen. Song Chen nodded. Although he did not laugh, his tone was gentle and he called "Big Brother".

Zhao Xinzhi smiled, and said in a doting tone, "It's rare that you are willing to get up so early to have breakfast."

"I went to bed early yesterday." Song Chen said while looking at Zhao Xinzhi's eyes. Zhao Xinzhi had a very honest appearance, but his eyes were particularly deep, and he looked very gentle and affectionate when looking at people.

He is also a handsome guy, he looks particularly thick and powerful.

Zhao Xinzhi did not rush to go upstairs, but sat down beside him. Mrs. Zhao said, "You haven't eaten yet?"

"I ate a little, and I'm a little hungry again." Zhao Xinzhi said.

Mother Wang served him a breakfast, but Mrs. Zhao had finished eating, but she didn't leave.

She has to watch.

When Wang's mother knew what she meant, she gave her a glass of water. Mrs. Zhao leaned on the chair and drank slowly, with a little displeasure on her face.

Song Chen's attitude towards the other three sons of the Zhao family in the original work is actually very ambiguous. It's not that he likes them, but that he knows that doing so can disgust Zhao Jindong.

He is willing to do anything that disgusted Zhao Jindong. Even if Mrs. Zhao is very dissatisfied.

Mrs. Zhao was dissatisfied with him and did not dare to express it. Everyone in the family had to hold him.

I had enough headache yesterday. Song Chen felt that it was an illusory world anyway, so there was no need to let him down and he planned to follow the character design. They still had a good grasp of each other's standards. Song Chen would not divorce for a day, and the three sons of the Zhao family would not have anything to do with him... Fortunately, he maintained some shame and rationality when writing "Divorce"!

"Did you sleep well yesterday?" Zhao Xinzhi asked.

Song Chen said: "I'll wake up until dawn."

Zhao Xinzhi smiled and said, "You can still sleep like this."

"Brother, do you still have insomnia?"

Zhao Xinzhi has a very serious insomnia problem.

Zhao Xinzhi nodded and said, "I'm an old problem."

"Have you asked the doctor to see you?" Mrs. Zhao asked.

Zhao Xinzhi said: "I've been taking medicine all the time."

There was another thunder sound outside, and Zhao Xinzhi turned his head to look at Song Chen and said, "Why are you not afraid of thunder now?"

Song Chen remembered the little features of the precious and rich young man he wrote about, such as being afraid of the dark and thunder. Whenever the thunder was thunder, he would have to accompany his brother!

Song Chen coughed and said, "Why are you afraid of if you have a brother sitting next to you?"

Zhao Xinzhi smiled when he heard this, and regardless of Mrs. Zhao's dark face, he said, "I'm smearing honey on my mouth, and I suddenly know how to speak."

Mrs. Zhao is going crazy, and she can't calm down when she arrives at the Buddhist temple. She keeps stomping her feet in front of the Bodhisattva. No, no, no, Song Chen and Zhao Jindong cannot be separated.

Mrs. Chen comforted her: "Xinzhizhen came back to get things. She took them and left. She didn't stay alone with Xiaochen for a moment."

"I'm worried about Xiao Chen and Lao Er. In your opinion, are they about to part?"

"I won't do it at this moment," said Mrs. Chen.

Mrs. Zhao was stunned, then curled her lips, sneered, and said, "I used to hope that the two of them would leave early, but now I am afraid that they will leave. Any family business and property will never be of the importance of face in the end. I don't understand their brothers anymore. Xiaochen is better, so why don't she grow up well..."

"It depends on the appearance of men. Besides, Xiao Chen looks more than just good. Thanks to his handsome appearance. If there are other advantages, it would be amazing!"

Mrs. Zhao washed her hands and knelt down in front of the jade Bodhisattva, pulled the corner of her skirt and said, "Maybe she shouldn't have stopped the boss at the beginning. Xiao Chen originally had hope of marrying him... He is almost thirty now, but he doesn't even mean to fall in love. I guess he is also resentful to me."

"Madam, don't always think about these old things. I heard that the peacock cereal raised in Xiaochen's flower room is about to bloom. Didn't the gentleman say that when the cereal he raised is blooming, would he have to hold a feast of cereal? My wife should prepare."

When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she took the Buddhist beads and put them on her wrist, saying, "I don't understand them either. I just look at the flowers. What kind of peony, rose, and chrysanthemums are not better than the Epiphyllum, and each one is not unlucky."

Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "Aren’t rich and noble people greedy for freshness? The more they are, the more interesting they find it is."

There was another thunder sounding outside, and Mrs. Zhao said, "You ask Mom Wang to accompany Xiaochen, he is afraid of thunder."

"The wife dislikes her, but she still loves him very much."

Mrs. Zhao sighed: "I just raise a kitten and a puppy. I have had a real relationship for so many years, let alone a living person. If it weren't for their brothers making trouble, I would still like Xiao Chen, this child, who is not good-natured, but it will be painful."

As she said that, she closed her eyes and began to recite scriptures in peace.

There was another thunder outside, rumbling in the sky, shaking the chandelier on the roof shaking twice. Song Chen held his cheek and lay in the study, watching the computer intently.

Wang Ma said: "You have been sitting here for a long time, why are you still moving?"

"I'm conceiving." Song Chen said.

Mother Wang was stunned for a moment and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Writing a novel."

Wang Ma wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, "Oh".
Chapter completed!