Marriage in crisis

When I walked into the house exhausted, Deng Jiazhe was pointing at Zhao Mingzhen with an angry look. When he saw me walking in suddenly, he was stunned for a moment.

I didn't even change my shoes, I just walked in, sat down on the sofa, threw off my shoes, and lay down on the sofa to breathe. I was really tired.

Walking such a short private road in the park felt like a [-]-mile long march. It was a miracle that I could walk back.

Deng Jiazhe strode up to me and looked at me in disbelief, "How... did you get out? How did you get your hair like this?"

I raised my hand and touched my neat ear-length hair, and said calmly, "Isn't it good? This is good, so as not to lose a lot of hair."

I know that what Deng Jiazhe dislikes the most is short hair on women. When he was a stylist, he never styled short hair.

At first, he really liked my black and beautiful waist-length hair, but now it can't be said to be beautiful. It's as yellow as frost-beaten grass, sparse, dry, and without any nutrition.

Deng Jiazhe looked at me trying to catch my breath for a long time, but said nothing and turned around to go upstairs.

I snorted secretly in my heart, why should I do what you want? From now on, unless you kill me, I will kill you, no negotiation.

When Zhao Mingzhen saw Deng Jiazhe turn around and go upstairs, holding Sanbao in his arms, she looked at me and asked, "Madam, why did you go out? When did you go out? Who asked you to go out?"

She asked me three questions in a row, and her attitude was extremely bad. It was obvious that she had no place to vent her anger after being scolded by Deng Jiazhe.

Oh, no! There were five bright palm prints on her face, it looked like she had been beaten!

I felt so happy that I almost didn’t laugh.

"What did you do out there?" As soon as she finished her words, Deng Jiazhe, who had left and returned, came back downstairs again, holding a thin blanket in his hand.

I was lying on the sofa, looking at Zhao Mingzhen indifferently, and said unscrupulously, "You went out when you were asleep. What happened? When can I not even leave the house? Could it be that I need to ask for leave when I go out? ? Even if you want to invite me, I have to wake you up! Didn’t you see what I was doing when I went out? Are you trying to accuse me, Sister Zhen? "

Zhao Mingzhen choked on my words and stared nervously at Deng Jiazhe, who was walking over. She couldn't help but take a small step back, and then suddenly explained to me with a smile on her face, "Madam, I didn't mean that. Didn’t sleep…”

"I don't know if you can sleep or not, but don't speak to me in this manner next time. Have you stayed in this house for a long time and feel that you have the right to speak?" I stared at her sharply, He continued without giving an inch, "I told you, the work is heavy, I can hire another housekeeper, instead of you blaming me for lack of energy."

I then looked at Deng Jiazhe, "Did you give her the order not to allow me to leave the house? Don't tell me that my health is not good! Whether my health is good or not cannot restrict my personal freedom!"

I blocked the way for Deng Jiazhe to speak, and then continued calmly, "Husband, it's time to find a kindergarten for Sanbao. Let's hire a cook who is better at cooking! The housework burden at home is too heavy, Sister Zhen It’s too tiring to be too busy alone, so Sister Zhen should be given a chance to have a good rest.”

Zhao Mingzhen's face instantly turned pale, and she quickly took a step forward, "Nini, I'm sorry, I was too anxious just now. I was worried that it wouldn't be safe for you to go out alone. After all, your body... you suddenly disappeared. My husband has already scolded me." I've been waiting for a long time! I'm really worried about you!"

I smiled faintly, changed my attitude 180 times, and said, "It's okay! I don't mean to blame you."

Then I looked at Deng Jiazhe who came over to cover me with a thin blanket and said, "Husband, you may really have to take me to the hospital tomorrow to have a look at my head!"

"What's wrong?" Deng Jiazhe asked with concern.

"The barber took a photo for me and said there was something wrong with my head!" I said, took out my phone, turned it on, pulled out the photo and sent it to Deng Jiazhe.