Chapter Four Hundred and Ninety Four: The Crisis of a Middle-Aged Marriage

It is true that Zhou Yuwen is rich now, but he is also getting busier. Taking the winter vacation as an example, Zhou Yuwen can only rush back before the New Year to spend a year with Zhou's mother. Zhou's mother lives alone in a big house. Although the material life is guaranteed, life is boring. Fortunately, Wen Qing is there.

In fact, Zhou's mother is a very upright woman. She can't understand men messing around with others, and she doesn't like men messing around. But, this man is her son.

Zhou's mother mentioned to Wen Qing and Su Qianqian more than once that Zhou Yuwen has a girlfriend and her son is not a good person. Qianqian, you are still young, so don't spend time with me, a bad old woman.

But no matter what Zhou's mother said, Su Qianqian was still stubborn, and said with a smile: "Aunt Zhou, it's okay, I just think our mothers are destined, aside from Zhou Yuwen, I'm still your half daughter!"

When Su Qianqian said that, Zhou's mother had no choice but to sigh over there. She had made it clear that her son had a girlfriend, but Su Qianqian said that it had nothing to do with Zhou Yuwen and wanted to spend more time with you.

Wen Qing also meant the same thing, and said with a smile, Sister Yun, the county is so big, we have been neighbors for more than ten years, and now that the children are grown up and go out, it is normal for the two of us to have a companion.

Wen Qing's mother and daughter both meant this, and Zhou's mother could only agree in this way, but in this environment, Zhou's mother would inevitably feel close to Su Qianqian, but her three views were still correct. She only asked Zhou Yuwen what he was thinking?

"If you really want to find a woman to marry, just tell Qianqian clearly, what do you mean by making a movie with her now, and talking with Qianqian's roommate later?" Mother Zhou asked.

Faced with such a sharp question from his mother, Zhou Yuwen could only talk about him from left to right, and suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, Mom, I saw Aunt Wen's expression a little bit wrong yesterday. Is there something wrong with Uncle Su?"

Sure enough, this topic successfully diverted Zhou's mother's questioning. Thinking of Wen Qing and her husband's question, Zhou's mother sighed quietly: "You Uncle Su, too. Most of your life has passed, why are you in middle age? Got into peach blossom debt."

At this time, Zhou Yuwen had already brushed his teeth and washed his face, and sat at the dining table to eat breakfast. Hearing his mother sighing there, he immediately asked his mother with great interest, what was going on?

Su Qianqian's father, Su Wenqian, was tall and thin, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and looked refined. A few years ago, Su Wenqian had no rights and could only be regarded as an ordinary clerk. It's just that in the past few years, when the age is reached, the job title in the unit is evaluated, and Su Wenqian is evaluated as a sub-subject, and after that, he has a little right.

With the right, there are naturally many dinners. At the beginning, Su Wenqian was not used to these dinners. Even now, Su Wenqian is still a little uncomfortable.

Until in a drinking party, I met a 30-year-old divorced young woman. The woman is not beautiful, even a little fat, but such a woman gave Su Wenqian a kind of tenderness that he had never had before.

That day, when the people at the wine table persuaded me to drink, Su Wenqian waved his hand and said, I can't drink anymore, I really can't drink anymore, my wife won't let me drink more outside.

"Su Ke, how old are you, how can you be controlled by your wife?"

"That's right! Su Ke, have another drink!"

Su Wenqian was exhausted from dealing with these drinking situations, and was physically and mentally exhausted for a while, but at this moment, the 30-year-old young woman made a rescue and said, Chief Su can't drink anymore, so don't force him.

"Hey, that won't work. The so-called deep feelings are boring, and shallow feelings are licking. We are all hard buddies. How can we say that we don't want to drink?"

"That's right, let's take a sip anyway!"

At the wine table, a group of people were urging, which made the honest Su Wenqian a little ashamed and didn't know how to refuse, but at this time, this woman appeared to help Su Wenqian hold back the wine.

Someone laughed and said, "Sister Liu, you protect Section Chief Su so much, so is there some secret between you?"

"That's right! If you really want to stop drinking, then you have to drink three glasses!"

The others continued to make noise over there, but Su Wenqian waved his hands in embarrassment, really can't drink it, really can't drink it.

At this moment, Sister Liu picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. While others were stunned, Sister Liu had already filled another glass of wine and drank the second glass.

There was no sound at the wine table, Sister Liu wiped her mouth and said, "It's over."

"Sister Liu is domineering!"

"Su Kechang, Sister Liu is interested in you, why don't you express it?" Someone winked over there.

Su Wenqian looked at Sister Liu and didn't know what to say for a moment. He was moved that Sister Liu blocked the drink for him, but he couldn't figure out what Sister Liu meant.

That night, Sister Liu was a little drunk, and a thirty-year-old woman always has a different kind of plumpness, with a slightly plump figure wearing a narrow skirt and high heels and a pair of black stockings.

In fact, Sister Liu's reputation in the small county is not good, but she is used to being free and easy, so she doesn't take it seriously.

That night, Su Wenqian drove Sister Liu home. When they arrived at the door, Sister Liu said, "Come and sit at home, have a cup of tea before leaving."

With a thought, Su Wenqian looked at Sister Liu, only to see that Sister Liu was also looking at him, her eyes met. Su Wenqian's forty-year-old body was trembling. After hesitating for a long time, he finally said: "I, my wife is still waiting for me at home!"

After speaking, she ran away, and seeing the back of this forty-year-old honest man running away, Sister Liu suddenly burst out laughing, feeling that he had a clumsy and cuteness.

He escaped the first time, and escaped the second time.

For the third time, Sister Liu handed over the room card to Su Wenqian, and said many times that she had no other ideas, she just simply liked him and wanted him to spend more time with her.

"I will never interfere with your family, so just treat me as a charity, okay, Wen Qian." Sister Liu said to Su Wenqian pitifully, as if she was about to cry.

Su Wenqian looked at the room card in his hand and fell into hesitation. However, at the last moment, Su Wenqian finally rejected Sister Liu. Su Wenqian felt that he had a family and he shouldn't be like this. He just thought of Sister Liu's lovely and pitiful face. Su Wenqian couldn't bear it for a while. Can't help but be moved.

He couldn't help feeling a little resentful towards Wen Qing, this woman was too cold and hadn't brought warmth to his family for more than ten years, if she was half of Sister Liu, why should he be like this now.

That night, Su Wenqian was holding the room card that Sister Liu had stuffed in his hand. He didn't say anything, but sat alone on the side of the street, drinking beer in mouthfuls.

After drinking almost, Su Wenqian faltered when the cold wind blew and his head hurt a little. In the end, Su Wenqian did not fall, he chose family.

Back home, Su Wenqian slumped on the sofa, thinking about his decision today, feeling proud.

At this time Wen Qing came in, looked at Su Wenqian who was slumped on the sofa, smelling of alcohol, frowned slightly, wanted to say a few words to Su Wenqian, but felt it was unnecessary, in the end she didn't say anything, just went to open the window .

The cold wind blew in, and Su Wenqian saw Wen Qing's pretty figure by the window, lonely and indifferent, but the pride in his heart was completely extinguished by Wen Qing's silent indifference at this moment.

Su Wenqian sneered and said, "You don't like me at home that much?"

"Don't think too much, I'm just not used to the smell of alcohol." Wen Qing said lightly.

Su Wenqian was even more funny: "We have been married for more than ten years, and you have always been like this, with a high-ranking appearance. I deserve to put my dignity underground for you to trample on, right?"

Wen Qing looked at Su Wenqian suspiciously. Su Wenqian today was no different from the past. After drinking some wine, her face was a little red, but Wen Qing didn't understand why Su Wenqian had such a temper. She frowned and wanted to speak. Say something, but think again, the sound insulation of this old house is not very good, there is no need to quarrel with Su Wenqian and make the neighbors laugh.

So Wen Qing said: "I'll go to Sister Zhou's house for a stroll, you should be at home alone."

"You don't even want to talk to me, do you!" Su Wenqian seemed to have been touched to the bottom line, and suddenly, like an angry mule, he reached out and grabbed Wen Qing's arm, He threw it hard on the sofa.

"You hurt me." Wen Qing frowned as she felt her arm hit the sofa and it hurt.

Su Wenqian saw his wife's weak and pitiful appearance, and the shyness of lowering her head made Su Wenqian's drunkenness disappear by half. Su Wenqian couldn't help squatting down: "wife"

As he said that, Su Wenqiang put his hand on Wen Qing's long skirt naturally, wanting to touch Wen Qing's thigh.

"Don't touch me!" Unexpectedly, Wen Qing refused coldly.

Su Wenqian was so angry: "You are my woman, why can't I touch you!"

Going crazy after speaking.

"what are you doing!"

Then there was a violent quarrel, ping-pong-pong.

"Snapped!"

Su Wenqian was slapped on the face, and looked at his wife in shock.

Wen Qing didn't look at Su Wenqian, but looked to the side without saying a word.

"You're drunk today, I'll go to sleep with sister Zhou,"

Wen Qing got up after speaking.

"No! It's not you who should go! It should be me!"

Filled with righteous indignation and shame, Su Wenqian rushed out of the door.

After Su Wenqian left, the room suddenly became quiet. The sudden silence made Wen Qing a little uncomfortable. Wen Qing reflected on her attitude just now. Wen Qing felt that she seemed a little too much.

After all, he is her husband, if he is asked to go out so late, where can he go?

After hesitating again and again, Wen Qing called Su Wenqian, but Su Wenqian chose to refuse.

That night, Su Wenqian knocked on Sister Liu's door.

Sister Liu wore a red nightdress with suspenders, and the white flesh on the neckline was extraordinarily dazzling, making Su Wenqian's eyes shine.

"Wen Qian, is there anything going on so late?" Sister Liu asked lightly.

Su Wenqian didn't say anything, and rushed towards Sister Liu, like a donkey in heat, pressed Sister Liu against the wall, and kissed desperately.

Sister Liu suddenly woke up from her daze, felt Su Wenqian's most primitive power, hesitated for a moment, finally hugged Su Wenqian, bit Su Wenqian's ear, and said coquettishly: "Look at you, I can't run away."