Chapter 191 It Turns Out to Be Her

Chapter 189 It turns out to be her

Zheng Fuhong's life today is very miserable.

Originally, as the most beloved "wife" of the Tiansheng Group boss, she should have a good life.

To be honest, it was really beautiful before this.

Until his son Zheng Xiaodong died.

Qin Dongbei never gave her a good look again.

Zheng Fuhong didn't know where she went wrong.

Obviously it was his son who died, so he should be the one who needs comfort the most, and he should be the most angry and grieving.

Why do you want to look at other people's bad faces in turn?

Zheng Fuhong, who was competing with the servants to do housework, trying to distract her attention, felt extremely sad and sad.

Gritting his teeth and wiping the table.

It was as if the tabletop was that damn man's face.

I kept mumbling in my heart:

You actually said that I just cry when I’m at home all day long and don’t care about anything?

Zheng Fuhong thought angrily:

In the past, when I was in a good mood, I said that I wanted my wife to have enough food and clothing from day to day, to put on my food, to open my mouth, and to be a rich wife with peace of mind.

Now when I'm in a bad mood and have nothing to do, I just find excuses to scold my mother!

I was blind when I married such a hypocrite!

You obviously let your son get into trouble, and then you blame me for not teaching him well when something goes wrong? !

Damn old thing!

Thinking of the excitement, Zheng Fuhong threw down the rag.

He picked up his bag and walked out the door, wandering aimlessly on the street.

Anyway, no one at home is pleased with her, and no one is pleased with her.

Come out for some air.

It's been several days since I've had a proper meal.

no appetite.

Even less in the mood.

Every time I get to the dinner table, I either think of the dead Zheng Xiaodong, or face Qin Dongbei, who has a gloomy face and looks like a black coffin.

The days are getting worse every day.

Recently, Qin Dongbei didn't even give him household income.

Wu Keru also has a son, Qin Wu Zhengyang.

Zheng Fuhong really couldn't even pay for a restaurant.

I was used to spending a lot of money, but suddenly I became so poor, and the sadness in my heart became even more intense.

I almost had the idea of ​​committing suicide.

As she walked, she looked sadly at the various stalls on the roadside.

"Gululu..."

Really hungry.

Although there is food and drink at home.

But she really couldn't stay in that depressing environment, it would drive people crazy.

But once you get out, what can you do?

I only have a few scattered points on my body.

She even began to miss the candied dates that she had thrown into the trash can when she was angry. .

It would be great if it wasn't thrown away at that time.

Zheng Fuhong looked at the dark clouds moving quickly over the horizon.

It seems that low pressure is constantly building up in my heart.

After walking for a while, a real stall selling fried skewers appeared in front of us.

In the past, she wouldn't even look at this kind of junk food.

Now the fumes from the food turning in the middle-aged man's hands seemed to have become an alluring fragrance.

Zheng Fuhong walked over quickly and looked at the price list.

Pointing at the long, golden, slightly curved objects in the fryer, he asked, "Boss, what are these?"

"This is it." The stall owner was a little surprised when he saw Zheng Fuhong's outfit, and patiently explained: "This is fried banana. If you want two more, can I wrap them up for you?"

"Fried bananas?? Can this kind of thing also be fried??" Zheng Fuhong was shocked and nodded repeatedly: "It smells so good! I want to try it, the boss will wrap it up!"

"Okay, 60 points in total." The boss quickly packaged the food and handed it over completely.

Zheng Fuhong looked at a large handful of fried bananas. It wasn't until she paid that she remembered that she was no longer the rich lady she was before.

Damn Qin Dongbei hasn't given him "pocket money" for a long time.

I keep saying that there is food and drink at home and I am not hungry.

It didn't matter whether she was in the mood or had an appetite.

Zheng Fuhong looked at the stall owner who smiled enthusiastically and said with some embarrassment: "Boss, I'm sorry, there are too many to finish. Can I just have one?"

They have been packaged and then taken apart and returned. The fried bananas, which are already very soft and not easy to shape, will definitely be crumbly.

But the stall owner didn't say much. He still smiled and took out one, wrapped it separately and handed it to her: "Chenghui, 3 points."

Zheng Fuhong looked at the boss and then at the fried bananas, her eyes a little red.

She quickly scanned the QR code to pay.

I took the fried banana and just walked to the next corner.

There was thunder in the sky.

"Paqie Palace!"

A huge sound seemed to explode above the head.

Zheng Fuhong was so frightened that she trembled.

The dark clouds twisted around and it started to rain.

This kind of heavy rain without saying a word is the most unprepared.

Zheng Fuhong hid in Tibet and finally found a roof to take shelter from the rain.

Already soaked.

She was so cold that she was shaking desperately.

He looked up at the heavy rain outside that showed no signs of stopping and occasionally poured under the eaves.

Then he looked down at the battered fried banana in his hand.

My nose is sore.

He squatted on the ground, hugged his knees and cried bitterly.

All the grievances, helplessness, and sadness of the past few days broke out at this moment.

Crying and crying.

The rain that would occasionally fall on my body suddenly disappeared.

There were waves of warm heat coming from in front of him.

Zheng Fuhong looked up strangely and found that the stall owner had pushed the stall to the side.

The other party used a stall to block the rain outside.

The temperature on the edge of the pot is just right but not too hot in this weather.

Outsiders are present.

Zheng Fuhong was embarrassed to cry again.

Wiping his face with the back of his hand, a fried banana suddenly appeared in front of him.

She threw her head back in confusion.

Seeing the stall owner handing over an intact fried banana, he smiled and said, "The one in your hand is broken, get a new one."

Zheng Fuhong was extremely hungry for a long time, and the aroma of fried bananas penetrated her nose.

Just about to reach out and take it.

When he thought about the balance in his account, he reluctantly refused: "I don't want it anymore."

The stall owner didn't stop, and insisted on passing it forward: "Eat it, it's my treat, it's free of charge."

Zheng Fuhong was stunned.

She had never thought that a stranger she met by chance could be so warm and kind.

She met Qin Dongbei when she was just nineteen years old.

She bore him a child at a young age.

From then on, he became a house bird in a cage.

Now he is less than forty, and he has never been beaten by any society. He has been pampered for a long time and has a bad temper.

Very few are kind to others.

The servants at home did not dare to offend her because of their status.

No one had ever shown such peaceful kindness to her.

"Gululu..."

My stomach growled again.

There were also throbbing pains accompanying it.

Zheng Fuhong didn't want to be polite anymore, so she took the banana and stuffed it into her mouth. When she bit her teeth, she seemed to taste the supreme deliciousness, and all the fragrance exploded in her mouth.

“It turns out, it’s delicious!”

She could no longer care about her image and swallowed hard.

The stall owner advised her sincerely: "Slow down, don't choke, I don't have water for you to drink here."

Eat some hot food.

Zheng Fuhong felt much better.

She stood up and thanked her boss: "Leave me your contact information and I will send you the money when I get home."

"Don't bother with a banana." The stall owner refused with a smile, pushed up the stall and walked out: "The rain has stopped, hurry up and go home, it's easy to catch a cold if you stay like this."

"Boss!" Zheng Fuhong chased for a few steps, her eyes began to turn red again: "It's just a stranger, why are you so nice to me?"

The boss didn't answer, but just pushed the cart slowly away: "The world is not as good as you think, nor as bad as you think. It's not a big deal to be more open-minded."

Zheng Fuhong slowly stopped.

There is still rain falling on me.

Watching the stall disappear into the rain and out of sight.

She thought silently.

Watch.

Feeling.

Soon, laughter broke out.

Turn around and walk back.

After taking a few steps, he started running.

He hit a fast-moving car with all his strength.

A few days later.

The stall owner saw the news on his phone.

Zheng Fuhong, the second wife of Tiansheng's boss, died in a car accident but failed to save her. Qin Dongbei was so distraught that he fainted several times in the hospital.

"So it was her?" the stall owner recalled the poor person he met in the rain that day.

Shaked his head.

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