After the flash marriage, the wealthy husband can’t hide his vest

Fu Tingxiu glanced at the direction where Meng Ning was going. The night market was bustling with people. At a glance, it was all about the back of the head, and Meng Ning could not be seen at all.

Having only spent a short time with Meng Ning, Fu Tingxiu could feel her simplicity.

Fu Tingxiu said in agreement: "Brother Zhou is right, a good wife will prosper for three generations."

Brother Zhou smiled and said: "Brother, cherish it. I think you are both a talented man and a beautiful woman. You are a perfect match. By the way, Xiao Meng didn't say a word when you got married. Come on, this is my intention. Keep it." "

Brother Zhou took out a red envelope with not much money in it, just 200 yuan.

But this 200 yuan is his food for a week, and it is also money for his child's medical treatment.

This gift is very light, but the affection is very heavy.

Fu Tingxiu refused: "Brother Zhou, you're too polite. Take it back quickly. Meng Ning and I appreciate your kindness. Your child's medical treatment also costs money."

"If you're a man, don't bother, just take it." Brother Zhou stood up, took a puff of cigarette and said, "My child always helps us when he's seeing a doctor. I can't afford much. You must give me this little money." Keep it, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable."

That's a man's self-esteem.

Fu Tingxiu pinched the red envelope. It was only 200 yuan, but he felt heavy.

"Thank you." Fu Tingxiu was no longer polite, accepted the red envelope, lit up the 13-yuan Liqun and took a puff. The smoke was a bit choking on his nose and spicy on his tongue, making him cough a few times.

Brother Zhou smiled and said: "Brother, don't you usually smoke a lot?"

"Well, I smoked less." Fu Tingxiu said, "It's funny."

Brother Zhou has a cheerful temperament, and the two chatted about home affairs.

After a while, Meng Ning came back, carrying two cups of milk tea and two portions of snail noodles.

Before Meng Ning got closer, Fu Tingxiu smelled the stench: "Meng Ning, what did you buy?"

"Snail noodles." Meng Ning placed the snail noodles on the small table as if he were offering a treasure and said, "You must have never eaten it. It smells bad, but it's delicious. Try it. There's also milk tea. I didn’t know what flavor you like to drink, so I bought the same taro ball milk tea.”

Fu Tingxiu never drinks milk tea like this on the street. He usually drinks freshly ground coffee and makes tea.

Fu Tingxiu smelled the snail noodles and his expression was a little painful: "Is this food edible?"

It stinks a little bit hard to swallow.

Meng Ning said: "It's just like stinky tofu. Try it. It's really delicious. I guarantee you'll fall in love with it after eating it once."

Meng Ning held the snail noodles in front of him and almost started feeding it.

Fu Tingxiu suppressed the stench, looked into the bowl, and then looked at Meng Ning.

Meng Ning looked at him expectantly: "Try one, just one."

Meng Ning's eyes were as if they were filled with stars, making people unable to bear to refuse.

Fu Tingxiu held his breath, took a bite with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, with a very rich expression.

Meng Ning smiled and said, "Isn't it delicious?"

Fu Tingxiu suppressed his nausea and swallowed it. He quickly took a sip of milk tea and said, "This milk tea is delicious."

He is really not used to eating snail noodles.

Meng Ning did not force him: "Then you drink milk tea first, and then I will buy you another meal."

Brother Zhou laughed beside him and said, "Brother, I'm not used to eating snail noodles either."

Fu Tingxiu didn’t like snail noodles, but he fell in love with milk tea.

The coffee he usually drinks is bitter coffee without sugar, and the tea is also bitter. This sweet milk tea is quite delicious.

By the time Meng Ning came back, Fu Tingxiu had almost finished drinking.

Meng Ning was busy all night, taking care of business and taking care of Fu Tingxiu.

Fu Tingxiu felt that he was not helping. He asked many times if he needed help, but Meng Ning always told him to sit down and rest.

Just when Fu Tingxiu was thinking about helping Meng Ning sell all these accessories so that he could close the stall earlier and Meng Ning wouldn't have to work so hard, suddenly, a familiar voice sounded above his head.

"Brother, it's really you. Are you... setting up a street stall here?"

Fu Boxuan was a little unbelievable. He was dragged to the night market by his new girlfriend. He accidentally saw Fu Tingxiu setting up a street stall.

A CEO with a net worth of hundreds of billions sets up a street stall on the roadside?

This world is too mysterious.

There is no need to chase your wife like this.