Well, in the private room of the hotel, the heater was roaring. Chen Ming stood at the door. The cuffs of his work clothes were frayed with threads, and there was still machine oil embedded in the gaps between his fingers that could not be washed away. He saw Shen Xue sitting next to Hua Yong. The two were very close to each other, and Shen Xue had a gold chain around her neck. "Mingzi is here." Hua Yong leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and tapped the envelope on the table with his fingers, "Sit down, I have something to tell you. Chen Ming didn't sit down. He glanced at Shen Xue, who turned her head toward the window, clutching the strap of her bag tightly. "You should have heard about Shen Xue and I. Hua Yong took out two wads of money from the envelope and slapped it on the table, "Here is 20,000 yuan, take it." Don't come to her again. Thirty thousand yuan. Chen Ming's chest felt tight and his throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed. He remembered that three years ago, when his younger brother Chen Liang was still alive, he always said, "Brother, when our family's life gets better, we will marry my sister-in-law into the family." "Xue, you say it yourself." Chen Ming's voice was a little hoarse. Shen Xue finally turned her head, her eyes were red, but her tone was firm: "We are not suitable." "Not suitable?" Chen Ming took two steps closer and said, "We have been together for six years. Do you think it's inappropriate?" Hua Yong stood up, stood in front of Shen Xue, and poked Chen Ming's chest with his finger: "Can't you understand human language? The toad still wants to eat swan meat?
