What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 94 Ruined My "Good Girlfriend" 02
The client tidied up the bedroom very cleanly. Although the area was not large and the things were not well-equipped, they were all neatly arranged by the client.

Fu Che looked around the room for a week, and finally his eyes settled on the red calendar hanging beside the bed.She went over and picked it up to have a look.

On April 1984, 4, there was a thin line of small words written by the client with a pen next to it.

"Why did the client choose this point in time?"

This time was her and Zheng Nanyang's second wedding anniversary, and she had long lost contact with Jiang Meijuan, and it was seven years before she reunited with her.

At this time, besides being able to deal with Zheng Nanyang, what else can it do?
[Perhaps the client collapsed at this time? ]1973 guessed.

"Maybe?" Fu Qiao nodded thoughtfully. Not only was there no surprise prepared by her husband on her wedding anniversary, but she was punched and kicked. Although the client was accustomed to Zheng Nanyang's domestic violence, but on this special day Days are always different.

Fu Kai put the calendar back, the action caused pain in her arm again, she rolled up her sleeve and tilted her head to look.

Come on, the skin on the outer side of the client's arm, which is not thick at all, is already a patch of blue and purple, with several broken skin and a few strands of bright red blood flowing out.

Few families in this era would have a medical kit. Without even thinking about it, Fu Qiao took some paper towels and pressed them gently on the wound. The paper towels that touched the blood immediately absorbed and contained the redness. The original beige There are also a few more plum blossoms on the paper towels.

The client didn't go to work in rotation today, and Fu Qiao had nothing urgent to do now, so he turned his head loosely, took some change from home, and went straight to the restaurant closest to home.

"Sister Shulan, it's been a long time since you came to eat wontons," Aunt Zhang greeted kindly, "Why haven't you eaten yet?"

"I have something to do at home, I'm so busy that I'm free now," Fu Qi waved his hands indifferently, with a helpless expression on his face.

Hearing what Fu Che said, Aunt Zhang didn't understand anything, so she shut her mouth and didn't ask any more questions.Zheng Nanyang's love of beating his wife after drinking has already spread among them, and they can only talk about Zheng Nanyang's personality and the affairs of the couple in private, and they are not good to intervene.

Aunt Zhang brought out the wontons, and the hunger in Fu Che's stomach immediately came.The client originally planned to cook at home, but just after she finished cooking, Zheng Nanyang went home and took out the wine from the wine cabinet and started drinking.

Before she finished cooking, Zheng Nanyang had already moved his hands. The two entangled for more than half an hour, and the client was knocked to the ground by Zheng Nanyang, and Fu Qiao passed through after being unconscious for a long time.

The more Fu Shen thought about it, the more she realized that it wasn't true. If she didn't clean up Zheng Nanyang, a domestic violence man, and let Zheng Nanyang sleep better, then there would be absolutely no room for her to do this task.

After eating the wontons in the bowl, Fu Qiao had a plan in mind. With the little money left in her pocket, she ran to the grocery store and bought two bundles of hemp rope, which she hid under the bed.

All the client's money was in Zheng Nanyang's hands. After the monthly salary was turned over, only a quarter of the less than the salary was still in the client's hands. The rest was taken out by Zheng Nanyang to fool around and drink.

Now Fu Che's top priority is to solve Zheng Nanyang, and then seize the family's financial power.

Fu Shu had a good sleep at home. Not long after he got up, Zheng Nanyang's roar came from the door: "Damn bitch, hurry up and open the door for me."

Accompanied by a fierce knock on the door.

Fu Qiao obediently went to open the door, and as soon as he opened the door, he called out to Zheng Nanyang coquettishly: "Honey, you're back."

The tone was squeamish and clingy that the client had never had before.

Zheng Nanyang, who had never enjoyed such coquettishness from his client, also lost a lot of anger. He put his right fist to his lips and complained with a little embarrassment: "Why are you so slow? Can you go faster next time?"

"Okay husband, I must hurry up next time, so I won't make you wait any longer," Fu Kai stepped forward with both hands, took the briefcase from his hand and put it on the shoe cabinet at the door, then bent down to hold it for him sensibly slippers.

After Zheng Nanyang changed his shoes, he walked to the living room with a satisfied face, and Fu Qiao, who was still closing the door for him, cursed secretly: Hurry up, your mother, you are not in a hurry to reincarnate.

On the old-fashioned sofa in Zheng Nanyang's living room, Erlang's legs were crossed, his left leg resting on his right leg was still shaking rhythmically, and Zheng Nanyang was humming a little tune softly.

It's so uncomfortable.

"Husband, drink some water first, I'll cook," Fu Qiao handed over the water glass with a flattering expression, and entered the kitchen as if fleeing.

"I can guarantee that this is definitely the worst I've ever done in all my years of life," Fu Shu cut the potatoes "click-click-click", as if he was treating Zheng Nanyang as a potato on a chopping board, chopping it up hard.

1973 slowly put out a question mark: [Didn't you also lick dogs in the last world?I spent so much money, and it took a lot of time and effort. ]
As a result, the task was still not completed.

"you shut up!"

As soon as Fu Che dropped the kitchen knife, he viciously threatened 1973 to stop.

In the last world, she really didn't expect that Zhuang Jin would love the entertainment industry so much and go to other countries to develop. Thinking of this, Fu Qiao's anger intensified a bit.

Turning her head and glanced at Zheng Nanyang who was eating melon seeds in a leisurely way, the movements of Fu Qi's hands quickened, and she couldn't wait to fuck Zheng Nanyang.

When the food was served on the table, before Zheng Nanyang could say anything, Fu Shen was one step ahead of him, placing his chopsticks and saying, "Today is our second wedding anniversary. Husband, you have to try the dishes I specially cooked. It's much better." Let’s drink some wine to cheer up.”

The more you drink, the better, and I don’t mind drinking to death.

Zheng Nanyang glanced at her in surprise, with disbelief in his eyes.

Didn't she always like drinking by herself? Why did she take the initiative to let him drink today?And he just hit her today, so she should be sulking now according to the past, why is she so gentle and easy to talk to?
Could it be that the brain was broken?
"What are you looking at? What's so good about being old?" Fu Qiao took the wine and was walked over, and gave him an annoyed look.Sitting next to him began to pour him a drink.

With the existence of wine, Zheng Nanyang no longer thought about those things, he just thought that today was the wedding anniversary, and Fu Qiao was so different, he didn't even know that his wife had changed completely.

Zheng Nanyang picked up the wine glass, squinted his eyes, took a sip, and then smiled and praised him: "Wife, how old are you? You are still a fish and a wild goose, and the moon is ashamed."

The client has only been married to him for two years now, and his life has not yet reached the worst point. His face has been polished by time, and there are no traces left, but the whole person is a little less youthful than when he was just married , with some more mature charm, it also looks more attractive.

It's a pity that he was a little stupid, Zheng Nanyang sighed alone, and it's a pity that he has no fertility, can't have a son to inherit her appearance, and can't pass on the family line.

Zheng Nanyang sighed helplessly, picked up the wine glass and drank in big gulps.

(End of this chapter)