In a small restaurant
"China now needs new forces to build a beautiful China, and we born in the 1990s have a duty to do so!" Zheng Jia was inexplicably high-spirited and high-spirited.
"Just you," Qiu Heng raised his eyebrows.
Zheng Jia was like a furious lion, rolling up his sleeves and slamming the table, "You look down on me."
The people around him were shocked. He was such a female man, so domineering.
"Just leave the task of building China to your husband. I will be responsible for making money to support the family and you will be responsible for looking beautiful. How about that?"
Zheng Jia lifted her chin. It seemed like a good idea, but no, "Qiu Heng, when did you become my husband?"
"You dare to say that, don't you? It seems that you haven't taken the 1500 test today, you haven't finished your homework, and you haven't come to the dormitory to sleep in class this morning!" Qiu Heng said quietly
A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, so it's important to hug his thighs. "Husband, of course you are my husband. If my wife is in trouble, do you want to help and turn a blind eye?"
Everyone is sweating, this person has no moral integrity, so he will compromise.