After a flash marriage, rich wives also have to work hard to build a career

After Ling Wanwan discovered this, she continued to use her sharp tongue to reason with him:

"Look, the aging of our society is so serious now, and the elderly care industry will definitely be a hot spot in the future. Even if our little red flower is not eroded by capital, there will always be capital to open other nursing homes, right? Rather than just watching, The field of elderly care is developing in a shabby way, and bad money is driving out good money bit by bit. Why not let us develop and grow first, so that we can have the strength to compete with bad capital in the future!"

Dean Zhang was a little distracted along the way and hit the brakes several times.

For the sake of safety, Ling Wanwan finally reluctantly gave up the best opportunity to fight head-on and decided to wait until she returned to the nursing home before slowly breaking up with the director.

But she did not succeed in the end, because Dean Zhang, who was always used to taking the wild road, chose to run away after realizing that he could not compete with Ling Wanwan in terms of eloquence. After returning to the nursing home, he immediately ran away and asked the elderly to help him. He acted as a shield, grinding Ling Wanwan to work so that she had no chance to argue.

Despicable, so despicable!

Cunning, so cunning!

Ling Wanwan felt that Dean Zhang and Kuang Mingxuan should really have a fight. They both like to play tricks and are proud of being thick-skinned. They should be able to sit down and have a drink and talk.

But when she thought of Kuang Mingxuan, her mood became a little complicated.

On the way home, she received a message from Kuang Mingxuan.

"Go home late."

What this means is that there is no need to wait for him to have dinner.

He had said before that if he was going to come home late, he would tell her.

He did it.

And even though the two of them were almost on a "cold war" now, he still sent her a message.

This is wrong. There was no cold war between them at all. It was Ling Wanwan's unilateral escape.

She sat in the car and sighed, feeling that from a certain point of view, Dean Zhang escaped in a generous and aboveboard way, while she escaped in a petty and unreasonable way.

If Dean Zhang is considered "despicable", then she is considered the "despicable" among "despicable".

Lele learned to play with the rope in the kindergarten, and he pestered her to play with the rope in the car.

Hearing her sigh, Lele asked warmly: "Mom, is it difficult to turn the flower rope? Do you want to think like this for a long time?"

"It's very difficult, and mom has even more difficult things to do. Thinking about it gives me a headache."

Lele quickly put away the rope and reached out to touch her forehead.

"If you have a headache, you need to take medicine! If you don't take medicine, you will feel uncomfortable!"

Ling Wanwan held his hand: "Mom is fine. Mom is not sick, but there are some things that she can't figure out, so she feels a little depressed."

Little Lele patted his chest in a similar manner: "If you have any questions, you can ask me, and I will help you find a solution!"

Ling Wanwan thought for a while and actually asked him for advice.

"Lele, if you meet someone who is good to you, you also want to be good to him. However, because you have encountered some things before, you will be afraid. You are afraid that if you are good to him, you may give him If something bad happens, what will you do?"

Lele's big eyes rolled around, obviously confused.

No matter what, this matter is not very logical in the first place, and she described it in such a confusing way that normal people would be confused, let alone a child!

"Oh, even an adult like me can't figure it out. Why should I torture a little kid like you? Forget it, I'll just think about it myself!"

Lele felt that her ability had been discriminated against, and shouted unhappily: "I am not a child anymore, I am a big child! I know what to do!"

Ling Wanwan was a little surprised: "Then tell me, what should we do?"

Lele scratched his head and started to analyze it seriously.

"Teacher Xiao Tao once said, if others are good to you, then you should be good to others! You have to say thank you to others and treat others sincerely. That's enough. You don't have to think about other things! Oh, you have to say thank you to others. Are you trying to repay your kindness? That’s not what a good child should do! Why doesn’t mom even understand this?”

Yes, if you want to be nice to someone, then be nice. As for whether it will bring about other not-so-good consequences...

Otherwise, leave it to God?

Ling Wanwan felt as if she was being taught by a four-year-old child, which was a bit embarrassing.

"Yes, it's quite simple. Why didn't I understand it?"

The principle is very simple and nonsense, but in practice, it is not simple at all.

Kuang Mingxuan had a lot of social activities outside. In the past, he would "come home late" sometimes at seven or eight o'clock, sometimes at eleven or twelve o'clock. Today, it was a record, it was three o'clock in the morning.

It's not "late" anymore, it's very early, too early!

Ling Wanwan hugged an air-conditioned blanket and nestled on the sofa in the living room. She didn't sleep soundly until she heard the sound of the entrance door opening and she jumped up from the sofa.

Kuang Mingxuan, who was exhausted, was a little surprised to see her.

"Didn't I tell you that I would be home late? Are you still waiting for me?"

Ling Wanwan licked her lips and looked at him helplessly, saying nothing.

When Kuang Mingxuan saw that she was silent, he sighed softly, walked straight to her and looked at her.

"Have something to say to me?"

The distance was too close. Ling Wanwan leaned back almost as a conditioned reflex and took half a step back with her left foot.

But she quickly moved forward half a step and stood back to her original position.

Kuang Mingxuan frowned.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke in unison.

Seeing that Ling Wanwan had something to say, Kuang Mingxuan quickly shut his mouth.

But Ling Wanwan, who finally plucked up the courage to speak, didn't know what to say.

The scene fell into silence again.

Kuang Mingxuan covered his mouth and nose with his fist, obviously yawning.

As if she had finally found an opening for chatting, Ling Wanwan diligently stepped forward and picked up the suit jacket he had put on his arm. She said awkwardly: "You must be tired, so rest quickly! I'll put on my clothes right now - —”

The voice stopped abruptly.

The moment she stepped forward to pick up the clothes, Kuang Mingxuan grabbed her waist, lowered his head, and sealed her lips with his own.

The action is complete.

The clothes I just got fell to the ground.

Ling Wanwan seemed to have had her acupoints tapped, her limbs immediately stiffened, and her breathing paused.

Kuang Mingxuan's lips were very soft and domineering, biting and grinding with a hint of revenge. Little by little, he slowly opened her teeth, and then pushed his tongue in little by little.

Ling Wanwan's heart was beating wildly, and her mind went blank. Almost subconsciously, her fingers tightly grasped the corners of Kuang Mingxuan's clothes, and she was obediently catering to his exploration, a little lame, a little dull, But there was no resistance.