Lu Wei and Zhou Xun have always had a doubt after they got married.
Why didn't Zhou Xun hand over the household items? Does he plan to let her use the small treasury to support him?
It's a loss, it's a loss, this marriage is a loss.
Lu Wei pursed her lips, and suddenly thought of the words of a famous up-and-comer at Station B, "You don't know how rich your husband is when you get married, and you will be miserable if you are dumped in your later years." She glanced at the tall man who was chopping vegetables, and felt a chill on her back. The hand holding the spatula couldn't help but tremble.
"No more!" The person involved was stunned when he heard this, and then felt so wronged that he started to argue.
"I gave you my salary card in the first month we were together!"
"I usually spend all my previous savings..."
As he spoke, he flattened his mouth pitifully.
Lu Wei was silent.
Feelings, this "salary", is it his salary? !
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This is a very short and nonsensical essay.
Limited to spring of 2022, cooked and sweet.
The main reason is that the author has recently become obsessed with a fake uncle who is 189cm tall on Baidu Encyclopedia. His DNA has been moved, so he cannot control his hands.
Hey-hey.
Concept: What you don't know how to express is actually love.