Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

When Zhang Huayi returned home, she thought she had gone to the wrong place. All the objects and decorations in the house had long since disappeared. All that was left was an empty room and an old bed.

I thought I was in the wrong place, and wanted to go out to see the road again. At this time, I saw my father returning home. He was not tall and straight, and his back was hunched, so Zhang Huayi couldn't recognize him.

"Dad, I'm back."

The factory owner raised his head and saw his son whom he hadn't seen for 3 years. Now he is more mature, but his body is getting thinner, which makes the factory owner worried.

"Why are you so thin? Didn't you live a good life abroad? Is the living expenses not enough? How did you become like this?"

"No, everything is fine with me, but what happened at home, nothing?"

Looking at the emptiness of the room, the factory owner couldn't help laughing, as if to ease the embarrassment.

"It's nothing, they are all useless things that take up space, and I packed them up and sold them, so it looks empty."

The factory owner lowered his head and walked into the room, calling for Zhang Huayi to come in as well.It's like having a good long talk.

The owner of the factory is only about 45 years old, but his hair is already covered with gray hairs. This made him feel very sad when he saw that it was only three years old, and why his father suddenly aged like this.

After listening to his father's account of the family's changes in the past three years, Zhang Huayi felt that he was ashamed beyond measure. In France, he had a splendid life, and he didn't know that his family was carrying such a heavy burden.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry so much, we can still survive, you can continue to focus on your career, and do what your painter should do."

Among all the elders in the family, only his father supported his idea, but he didn't cherish this opportunity and wasted three years.

He didn't dare to tell his father about himself, so he could only answer vaguely, which was not bad.

My father's garment factory was barely supported, and he couldn't make much money, so he could barely cope with the lives of his employees and himself.

After returning to China, Zhang Huayi really embarked on the road of studying, studying and painting all the way, but there was no great improvement. The paintings were not satisfactory, but they just couldn't shine and get everyone's attention.

In this way, he has been wandering around without a name for several years, and the body of the factory owner began to be unable to bear the work. When his family members clamored to close the garment factory, he was still struggling.

"This garment factory is not owned by our family. It was jointly established by my father and these folks. We closed the garment factory. What about these folks? They don't have other skills. I can't just watch them lose their jobs! "

"The place, the place, what's the use, you've already done this, and you still think about the place, you should think about your own life first."

No one in the family stood up to say a word for his father, including Zhang Huayi. He didn't have as much affection for this place as his father did, and he didn't want to waste time on this unproductive garment factory.

His family could no longer persuade him, so he simply moved to live in the factory, and stayed with the factory day and night, not going home.

As soon as Zhang Hua saw his father's persistence, he gradually began to waver. He began to try to think about the meaning of this scene to him from his father's perspective.

In the following days, Zhang Huayi no longer went out to paint, but came to work with his father in the garment factory. He said that it was work, and the main task was to take care of his father. If you are sick and work, you need someone to stay by your side to take care of you all the time.

"The factory manager is here. We have a lot of work today. We will definitely do a good job for you. You can rest assured."

The factory manager has a prominent position in the garment factory and is quite popular. All the employees are willing to chat with the factory manager and talk to him about what happened to him.

The atmosphere here is very lively, not at all depressing, and it's not like a dark place outside, squeezing the blood and sweat of the working people.

"Is your doll going to school now? Have you paid all the tuition fees? If you have any difficulties, you must tell me that we will do our best to help you. Don't feel embarrassed to speak up."

As soon as Zhang Hua knew that his father had a good heart, he didn't know that he was such a good old man. Everyone looked at him with respect.

Gradually, Zhang Huayi also gradually fell in love with this place, fell in love with the simple people here, he thought of the girl in France, and remembered his enthusiasm for life.

His father's body was gradually unable to support the work, so he put the burden on his shoulders.

Zhang Huayi was only 35 years old when he shouldered the heavy responsibility. He had lost his innocence and began to have the boldness of a man. He stopped complaining and thinking about the trivial things in life all day long, and began to read many books that he had never read before. The temperament on her body became more and more prominent, which just fulfilled the old saying that there is a poetic spirit in her stomach.

Although he is the director of a garment factory, he still has a certain temperament of a literati. Every time he appears, the young girls in the factory will covet him, like a batch of wolves, really amazing People looked at it and laughed.

As time passed, the factory was no longer just the workers. Under Zhang Huayi's leadership, the factory gradually expanded, and now it is also a small No. 50 factory.

Everyone looks up to him and regards his words as the standard.

On his 36th birthday, the old factory owner passed away due to illness caused by overwork. This was a huge blow to him. Under the nine springs, I am concerned about this family.

Zhang Huayi devoted more than half of his life to this place, and he has not married and had children so far, so he has devoted all his best time to this place.

Even so, he was not able to defeat some rising stars. The reason is that he has a clear and upright temperament, and he is unwilling to do some tricky things and obtain some unreasonable property, which makes him an old brand. It's just a small factory that's not in the mainstream.

Fortunately, Ann's company gave them the opportunity to have a venue, which enabled them to have a huge business activity. This is their biggest partner in recent years.

After listening to Zhang Huayi's story, An felt that the man in front of her was stubborn and cute, completely different from the men she had come into contact with before. .

"I like the clothes made by your factory very much. We will have space for cooperation in the future. By the way, aren't you an oil painting? I happen to have two tickets for the oil painting exhibition here. I hope you can go and see it when you have time. It's me. A thank you to you."

After An finished speaking, he also felt that his words were inappropriate. They were in a normal cooperative relationship, so there was no need for any thanks, but the words had already been spoken, so there was nothing to change.

"Thank you so much. I'm still worried that I won't be able to get this ticket. Now I have to thank you."

Ann likes watching him smile very much, because he has the same dimples on the corner of his mouth as his deceased mother, and he looks very warm, and there are bursts of warm current coming from his body, which is similar to the throbbing of a deer. Mood.

Ann felt her face start to burn, and wanted to leave the scene quickly, so as not to be discovered and embarrassing.So he said goodbye and left.

Ann returned to the car and kept patting her face, trying to wake herself up.
"What are you thinking, don't be an idiot here, this is not the time to do it."

Ann covered her face, feeling that what she did just now really made her blush in retrospect. Looking at her face in the rearview mirror, she immediately adjusted her mentality and returned to a capable appearance.

Driving the car, he quickly drove towards the direction of the company.

When I returned to the company, it was almost time to get off work, and I wanted to ask Song Qingcheng and the others to have dinner together, when I saw a burly figure in Song Qingcheng's office.

Needless to say, this is Leng Jinyan. Recently, she always comes to the company openly and aboveboard to find Song Qingcheng. She doesn't shy away from the fact that this is a place of work. When did it become a place for the two of them to talk about love.

An walked into the office and joked about them, but Song Qingcheng said it first,

"Ann is back, you report to her, you always disturb my work like this, you go and report to my boss."

This Song Qingcheng is really cunning, and she has become a cruel boss all at once.

"Okay, I just wanted to laugh at you for coming, but now, it's my fault, you couple, what should I do with you?"

An Ning also laughed beside him,
"What else can we do? As the boss, shouldn't you treat us to a meal?"

"Okay, okay, you just know how to eat. I see when you can say something that has nothing to do with eating, it means you have grown up."

Song Qingcheng and An Ning put on a triumphant gesture, announcing some kind of success.

After dinner, An went home alone. Song Qingcheng and Leng Jinyan first sent An Ning back home, and then went out to live in the world of two.

The busyness of work prevents the two of them from enjoying the world together. Without Xiner's noise and other people's disturbance, they can freely hold each other's hand and have an affectionate kiss.

After sending An Ning home, the two sat in the car, Leng Jinyan couldn't help but kissed Song Qingcheng's cheek next to him,
"It's just the two of us now, have you thought about what to do?"

Leng Jinyan had a smirk on his face, his purpose had been clearly revealed, how could Song Qingcheng not know what he was thinking?But compared to this, she wants to watch the latest love movie, there is always a small plot of a woman.

"You look really wretched, let's go to a movie."

Leng Jinyan heard Song Qingcheng use the word obscene to describe him, but his attitude changed 180 degrees.
"What are you thinking, I'm not what you think, watching a movie? Well, let's go now and then take you home, how about?"

Leng Jinyan looked angry, and Song Qingcheng saw it, but he didn't try to expose him. This kind of Leng Jinyan looked even cuter, making her feel that this was a different Leng Jinyan, which belonged only to her. A person's Leng Jinyan.

"Come on, let's go now."