Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

Rong Yan moaned.

I tilted my head back, and the scenery in front of me became more and more upright.

Fu Jingsheng rolled Rong Yan up and fell on the sofa.

Sweat oozed from the woman's back, and she had no idea how many times it had happened.

When I woke up in the morning, my clothes were scattered all over the floor.

"Disposable?" Rong Yan asked.

"Well, ten dollars a piece." Fu Jingsheng rested his head on his hands and said, "But there's no need to buy better quality ones. I'm strong, and if we fight so hard, the clothes will be torn anyway."

Rong Yan:......

"Okay, get up and clean." She kicked Fu Jingsheng.

Although his back ached, the man who refused to admit defeat pretended that nothing had happened: "Okay, I'm not tired at all. I'll clean it."

Xingda's driver came to take Shen Xingzhi to the clinic in the morning, and Rong Yan used the excuse of having a sore throat to go to work later.

Fu Jingsheng did not rest on the weekend. He had already asked for leave the day before and rested at home for half a day.

The two of them thought that since they had exerted so much energy last night, they would sleep until at least ten o'clock today, but they woke up just after eight o'clock. Rong Yan wanted to take another nap, but her mind was very excited, so she had to get up and check the news for a while.

Yu Wenhao's home.

Although Mother Yu had been angry for a long time, she was facing her own son after all. Even though she was unwilling in her heart, she still got up early and prepared breakfast.

Unexpectedly, Yu Wenhao did not appreciate it at all. He slept until seven o'clock, got up, said that he did not have time to eat breakfast, took a steamed bun and rushed to the company.

It was a waste of all the various breakfasts prepared by Yu’s mother.

It wasn't until the door was shut with a bang that Yu's mother reacted. "Wenhao, take the porridge away."

When he said this, Yu Wenhao had already gotten off the elevator.

Mother Yu sat down angrily, looking at the carefully prepared breakfast and muttering to herself: "Everyone is so busy, I got up early to make breakfast, and only one steamed bun was taken away."

She called Yu's father to complain that her son did not eat breakfast properly when she was there, and he did not even have time to eat the breakfast that was prepared for him. One could imagine what his son was like when she was not around. No wonder Yu Wenhao was getting thinner and thinner.

Father Yu asked her to come back, and after a day of absence, Father Yu received more than a dozen complaints, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

But Yu's mother said no, this time she must correct her son's bad habits.

Yu Wenhao took a leave in the afternoon. He wanted to send his mother out of Tiancheng and then move to another house whose address his mother didn't know to live there for a while.

In the afternoon, Fu Jingsheng returned to the company and approved Yu Wenhao's reason for leave without hesitation.

It’s good that Yu Wenhao has gotten things done, so that he and Rongyan can have some peace and quiet.

Yu Wenhao returned home and found that his mother had already started preparing dinner.

"Mom, stop cooking." He stood next to the induction cooker, away from his mother, "I bought the ticket for you."

"What ticket?"

"A ticket home." Yu Wenhao's words couldn't be clearer. "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow. What are you doing here alone?"

He and Shen Xingzhi used the same reason.

Mother Yu threw away the celery in her hand and said, "You are on a business trip, can't I stay here alone?"

"You must be so bored here, and I'm worried about you. Go back. Xingzhi and I are often not at home." Yu Wenhao started out with a nice attitude.

But my mother was very excited.

Yu Wenhao insisted that she leave.

Mother Yu packed her things angrily and took the train ticket, but insisted that Yu Wenhao not send her off. She went to the station by herself. She wanted to break off all ties with Yu Wenhao.

Yu Wenhao didn't dare let Shen Xingzhi come back to live that night. He was afraid that his mother was still in Tiancheng. It was not until the next day that his father called and said that his mother had returned home. As soon as she got home, she asked Yu's father to block his son.

He told his father what had happened. Yu's father sighed and said that if his wife went to Tiancheng again next time, he would definitely stop her. If he couldn't stop her, he would call his son immediately to prevent Yu's mother from going there and causing trouble.

Fortunately, my father was on my side.

Yu Wenhao changed his mind about moving.

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Han Yue is also in dire straits.

The old ones on Shen Xingzhi's side were making a fuss, and the young ones on Han Yue's side were making a fuss.

After being blocked, Deng Wei became even more worried that his father would add Han Yue's name to the old property certificate, so he changed his number and called his father.

As soon as he saw the call came from abroad, Old Deng knew it must be his son calling and hung up immediately.

Deng Wei decided to go back to Tiancheng and ask his father to write a will, stating that the house under his name must be left to him.

Old Deng didn't expect that his son would come back specially for this matter.

After Deng Wei arrived in Tiancheng, he borrowed a passerby's cell phone to call his father. As expected, his father answered the phone. Deng Wei told his father that he was waiting at home.

Lao Deng took two classes off and rushed back.

When Han Yue learned that Deng Wei had returned, she insisted on going with Old Deng to meet this "son".

Deng Wei came back alone.

The several hours of flying made him yawn constantly. In order to look less haggard, he applied some foundation on his face and drank a cup of espresso.

The key he had was no longer able to open the door of the old house, so he asked his father to come back.

Deng Wei didn't expect Han Yue to come with him.

Seeing Deng Wei, Han Yue smiled politely.

Old Deng asked directly: "Why are you back?"

"This is my home. I can come back anytime." Deng Wei said in a bad tone.

Lao Deng opened the door. The house had not been lived in for several months and was covered with a lot of dust. When the door was opened, wind came in and the dust flew up.

Deng Wei raised his hand and said, "Dad, can't we rent out the house if we don't live in it? We can get rent and someone can clean it. I have a friend who is an agent. I'll ask him to put it up."

"It's an old house and many things are old. If I rent it out, they'll break down from time to time and I don't have time to deal with them." Old Deng is afraid of trouble as his house won't rent out for much.

"You have nothing to do anyway." Deng Wei blurted out.

"I'm very busy." Old Deng didn't want to argue with his son in front of Han Yue, so he suppressed his emotions and said.

"It's all dusty here. How about I go out and get you a room?" Han Yue said kindly.

"Just wipe the dust off. I'll do it." Deng Wei came back just for the house, so how could he stay in a hotel?

"Let him be." Old Deng took Han Yue out. "Then you take your time to wipe it. We are going to work. We will have dinner together after get off work."

"What work? Aren't you guys going to work together?" Deng Wei looked at the house. Even if the place was not big, it would be tiring to clean it by one person.

"The organization is very busy, you should do it yourself if you want." Old Deng had already guessed what Deng Wei came back to do.

"Wait, Dad, I think we should clean it later. Let's find a place downstairs to talk. Some things are more important." In front of Han Yue, Deng Wei asked his father to transfer the house to his name.

Han Yue didn't care about this shabby house at all. Deng Wei actually thought she would snatch it away. Han Yue sneered: "I don't want it even if you give it all to me."

"Dad, did you hear me? Give it to me. I want it."

"I'm not dead yet." Old Deng said sternly.

"You have to sign the agreement first if you are not dead, in case you can't explain it in the future." As soon as Deng Wei finished speaking, Old Deng raised his fist and was about to hit him.