Reborn in 2014, getting rich from the World Cup

Chapter 375 I don’t want my husband to dislike me anymore…

Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

Yang Zheng used to think this sentence was pretentious.

But now he feels that this sentence is very true.

Because for him in the past, "no money" itself was the biggest problem.

But now he really dares to say "money is not a problem".

After carrying a lot of things, big and small, home.

Yang Zheng sat down directly on the sofa.

Shopping is really a hard physical job for men.

Very tiring.

Yin Qian began to excitedly unpack the bags and hang them in the cabinet.

But Cheng Mengdie walked over and sat down next to Yang Zheng:

"You've worked hard, husband. Let me massage your legs."

As she spoke, she had already started to massage Yang Zheng's legs with her little hands.

Yang Zheng rubbed her head with some relief and lay down on the sofa comfortably.

When Yin Qian hung up the two pieces of clothing and returned to the living room, she saw this scene and couldn't help but exclaim in her heart: This little apprentice seems to be learning a little too fast!

She paused, then exaggeratedly shouted jokingly, "Wow! Sister Mengdie, you're so insidious! You're actually secretly vying for my favor!"

Cheng Mengdie paused, but quickly recovered.

She smiled and said, "What? I just saw that my husband was tired from shopping with us, so I massaged his legs."

"I'm doing my own thing, and you're here massaging my husband's legs. Doesn't this make me seem ignorant? Isn't this just a fight for favor?"

Yin Qian also said with a smile, then came over to massage Yang Zheng's shoulders, and said with a grin, "I'm just kidding."

If you emphasize that it is a joke, it usually means... it is not a joke.

Cheng Mengdie, who had gone there specifically for further studies, was obviously not unaware of this kind of "palace fighting".

She looked relieved: "I'm glad it was just a joke. I was really worried that my sister would misunderstand me."

She paused, then looked at Yang Zheng with a serious expression: "I don't want my husband to dislike me anymore..."

Use retreat to advance.

Yang Zheng knew that she was showing off her tea art, but he still felt a little distressed when he heard her depressed tone.

I even wanted to scold Yin Qian and tell her to stop joking around.

But fortunately I managed to hold it in.

Although Yin Qian has never studied hard like Cheng Mengdie.

But she is obviously a talented player.

Respond quickly.

She hugged Yang Zheng and kissed him, pretending to be angry and said, "My husband is not such a stingy person. He must have heard it. I was just joking."

It seems like he is praising Yang Zheng.

However, Cheng Mengdie's original words of pretending to be pitiful were "translated" into Cheng Mengdie thinking Yang Zheng was stingy.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but have this thought.

And he finally understood why the male protagonists in those palace fighting dramas were like brainless people, believing this today and that tomorrow.

It was as if he had no ideas at all and was completely led by the woman.

Because in this kind of matter, it doesn't really matter who is right or wrong.

It all depends on the male protagonist's "holy heart dictatorship".

To put it simply: whoever you like is right.

So when the degree of liking is 55.

Naturally, he behaved like a fence-sitter, swaying left and right.

This thing is not something that can be judged rationally.

And purely emotional judgment seems like a mental retardation.

Just like Yang Zheng now.

He felt that what the two girls said made sense and was a manifestation of their love for him.

What can he do?

Who to choose to help?

And if you can't make a choice, no one will help you.

The two will undoubtedly become increasingly competitive.

He benefited from this little fight for favor.

But if he fights too much, it will definitely give him a headache.

and so……

Yang Zheng pretended to play with his phone and sent a message to Song Ruoxin: [Sister, help me, call me and ask me out]

The best way to reconcile internal conflicts is to divert them outward.

As for why I asked Song Ruoxin for help.

Because he and this woman are just friends.

There is no money involved, and no feelings involved.

"Of course my husband is not stingy, but I am afraid that I will be ignorant and make him angry."

Cheng Mengdie first explained, then counterattacked: "If you really think your husband is not stingy, how can you think that just massaging his legs is a way to win favor?"

"I already said it was a joke."

Yin Qian also defended first and then attacked: "You took my joke seriously, you don't really want to win my favor, do you?"

"I really don't."

Cheng Mengdie had an aggrieved expression on her face. She gently tugged at the hem of Yang Zheng's clothes and gave him a pitiful look.

This look has two meanings:

First, husband, you have to believe me;

Second, husband, you have to make the decision for me.

After two months of practice, this girl's tea art has reached a "minor success" level.

Yin Qian didn't say anything, but she snuggled into Yang Zheng's arms and rubbed against him like a kitten.

There is no doubt that now is the time for Yang Zheng to exercise "holy heart dictatorship".

And no matter how he cuts it, it will undoubtedly hurt the other girl's heart.

It really hurts.

Don't the two help each other?

That means two people were injured.

Both of them had already been "dumped" by him.

If I get hurt a few more times.

I'm afraid something big will happen to him.

But not bad.

He was well prepared and had already made arrangements in advance.

The phone rang at the perfect time.

It was Song Ruoxin who called.

The call is connected.

Song Ruoxin's gentle voice rang out: "Brother, where are you?"

Yang Zheng pretended to be hesitant and replied, "At...a friend's house. What can I do for Sister Ruoxin?"

Friend’s house, sister.

These two words already indicate a lot of problems.

And the most important one is: I don’t want the other person to know that I am in a woman’s house.

Yin Qian and Cheng Mengdie are both at a high level now, and they both heard something.

Both of them looked up at each other involuntarily.

"I can't come to you if there's nothing wrong?"

After Song Ruoxin scolded her, she asked, "Are you free tonight? Sister... I really miss you."

When Yang Zheng was about to speak in reply, he saw Yin Qian and Cheng Mengdie both leaning directly into his arms, looking up at him with their big eyes blinking.

Yang Zheng smiled secretly in his heart, but his face showed embarrassment.

The two of them hugged him, one on the left and one on the right, with the same pitiful look in their eyes.

Yang Zheng pretended to sigh and replied, "I'm definitely not free tonight. Let's do it another day."

"Which day do you want to change to?"

Song Ruoxin asked again.

Obviously, the "truth" she just mentioned was the real "truth".

Yang Zheng paused and said, "The night after tomorrow."

"it is good!"

Song Ruoxin responded immediately and added, "The day after tomorrow, I'll buy some groceries and cook for you myself."

Yang Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, then we'll see you the day after tomorrow."

"OK Bye Bye."

After Song Ruoxin finished speaking, she added meaningfully, "Brother, go to bed early and don't get too tired."

The phone hangs up.

Cheng Mengdie couldn't wait to ask, "Husband, who would ask you out so late?"

Yin Qian glanced at her, opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again.

She paused for a moment before saying, "Don't worry about that. It's okay as long as my husband doesn't leave tonight."

Cheng Mengdie's expression froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered and nodded obediently, "Yeah, I was too talkative."

This girl is actually a tsundere little princess.

Even though I have learned tea art now, I haven't completely let go of my desire for control.

In fact, she was actually... sleeping on straw and tasting gall.