"You, you are shameless."

Fu Chenshi was so angry that his handsome face was red, and the rage in his chest kept attacking his reason. If it weren't for the upbringing and courtesy engraved in his bones, he would have imitated the village women and cursed.

What Song Zhiwei said was all true. If the two divorced and she fought for the custody of their children, she would 100% fail.

No sane person would consign a child to a cripple with no source of income.

Fu Chenshi's hateful eyes fell on her like a bone-scraping steel knife. If eyes could kill, she would have died countless times.

"Zhao Laidi will not agree to Xiaoya's return." Clenching his back molars, Fu Chenshi seemed to be grasping the last straw and struggling to his death.

"You can't understand what I'm saying?" Song Zhiwei looked at Fu Chen strangely and crossed her arms, "What I want is a house and a daughter."

"Why should I go back to the Song family and work as a donkey for the production team when I have a house?"

Fu Chenshi was stunned. This woman actually said she wouldn't go back to the Song family. The sun was rising in the west.

It's a pity that he didn't believe a word he said. He frowned and said sarcastically with a sneer, "What new tricks are you, the Song family, playing?"

"Even if I believe that the sows in the village can climb trees, I don't believe that you won't return to the Song family."

"Also, don't underestimate yourself. The donkeys in the production team are not as hardworking as you."

Song Zhiwei thought about how she had worked hard in her previous life and giggled all day for Zhao Laidi's compliment, and she couldn't refute it at all.

Fu Chenshi saw that she was silent and did not speak, and he was even more sure that the Song family was going to use a conspiracy. He glared at Song Zhiwei with sharp eyes and threatened, "Song Zhiwei, if you miss today, you will want to divorce in the future. Look at me." disagree!"

Seeing that she was still indifferent, Fu Chenshi picked up the divorce agreement on the table and pretended to tear it up, "Just think about it. If you tear up the agreement, I won't write it again."

"Without an agreement, the marriage cannot be divorced."

Song Zhiwei was secretly happy. She didn't show anything on her face and squinted her eyes like a scoundrel who was not afraid of boiling water. "Tear her apart if you like. Unless the house and daughter belong to me, I will never divorce you from this marriage."

"Very well, remember what you said today, don't regret it if you have the ability!"

Fu Chenshi was so angry that he kept alternating his hands back and forth. The sound of the paper breaking almost made Song Zhiwei laugh to the sky.

Soon, a complete divorce agreement turned into a pile of scraps of paper. Song Zhiwei took the dustpan calmly and muttered while cleaning it, "It's best to use the paper as a starter for the fire. I'll give it to Xiaoya later." Just in time to use it when making dinner.”

When Fu Ya, who was conscientiously acting as a little transparent, heard this, her dark eyes lit up, she smacked her lips, rubbed her hungry and growling belly, her eyes were filled with anticipation, as if to say, I'm hungry, when can I do it? have dinner.

Song Zhiwei rolled her eyes slyly, squatted in front of her, looked at Fu Ya and said, "Xiaoya, are you hungry?"

Fu Ya tilted her head and thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

After receiving the response, Song Zhiwei kept talking, her smiling expression was like the big bad wolf who deceived Little Red Riding Hood, "If Xiaoya wants to eat, you have to tell your mother, otherwise your mother won't know whether you are hungry or thirsty, right?" "

Fu Ya nodded again.

"Then mom asks Xiaoya again, does Xiaoya want to have dinner?"

Fu Ya subconsciously nodded again. Song Zhiwei pretended to be sad and rubbed her eyes, and said aggrievedly, "Xiao Ya needs to tell you. Mom's eyesight is bad and she can't see you nodding."

Fu Ya was in trouble, rubbing the corners of her clothes uneasily with her hands, too resistant to speak.

Song Zhiwei didn't rush her and waited patiently for her. Xiaoya was timid and didn't like to talk. She couldn't rush this matter. She could only guide her to speak little by little. If she left it alone, the situation would get worse and worse.

Fu Ya looked at Song Zhiwei, touched her growling stomach, pursed her lips in displeasure, and made a childish voice with tears in her eyes, "I want to..."

Although there was only one word, it was enough to surprise Song Zhiwei. A big smile broke out on her small and delicate face, with a pair of dimples looming. She never expected that Fu Ya would actually speak.

Fu Ya grew up under the oppression of the Song family for a long time. In addition, she was kept at home all day long with no one to talk to, and she was severely malnourished. She was thin and small. Other children in the village always liked to bully her. As time went by, she became more and more reluctant to speak. There are already signs of communication difficulties.

Song Zhiwei actually said a few words just now, and Xiaoya responded to her. Fu Chenshi, who knew her character, was not surprised.

His thoughtful gaze fell on the mother and daughter who were having a friendly exchange, and flickered slightly. Is it really the nature of mother and daughter?

For the sake of my daughter, maybe I can give Song Zhiwei another chance.

"I'll make you dinner."

Inspired by her daughter, Song Zhiwei beamed with joy and ran into the kitchen with happy little steps, ready to show off her skills. She was very confident in her cooking skills.

Her daughter likes to eat, and once she gets her daughter into her camp, she doesn't believe that Fu Chenshi, who loves her daughter dearly, will even file for divorce.

Song Zhiwei clenched her fists and gently shouted "come on" to cheer up.

She wanted Xiaoya to be well fed and clothed, and to grow up safely and happily.

Now is the first shot of the battle. Her baby Xiaoya is hungry.

Song Zhiwei's eyes ignited with blazing fire, and she set her first goal after rebirth, to fill her daughter's belly.

Half a minute later, Song Zhiwei, who didn't even miss the haystack in the corner, was stunned.

Not to mention rice noodles, even sweet potatoes, not even half of a potato was left in the entire kitchen. The clean mice shook their heads after looking at it.

Song Zhiwei held her forehead.

How stupid was she to move the house so cleanly that there really wasn't even a little bit left.

It's hard for Fu Chenshi to tolerate her for three years. If it were any man in the village, she wouldn't be able to please him.

Who can live in a rural area where they are struggling to make ends meet and live with a woman who is so 'selfless' to her parents' family?

Song Zhiwei bit her lip.

There is no need to mention the regrets. Now that there is no rice or vegetables at home, where should she go to make a dinner for Xiaoya?

It’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice...

Thinking of Xiaoya's big disappointed eyes, Song Zhiwei felt depressed.

Are you going to break your promise?

Song Zhiwei recalled some fragmentary scenes, rushed out of the kitchen and ran back to her room.

Fu Chenshi didn't seem to see the people running around. He gently took out Fu Ya's finger from his mouth and shook his head in disapproval. Chenshi's insistent gaze lowered reluctantly.

Neither father nor daughter paid attention to Song Zhiwei, who rushed into the room and rummaged through the cabinets.

Except for the time when she was pregnant, the couple slept together for the convenience of taking care of her. They had never slept in the same room since Fu Ya was born.

He and his daughter lived in one room, and Song Zhiwei lived in another room.

Everyone keeps their own things, and no one interferes with anyone else.

The kitchen at home is cleaner than their father and daughter's faces, and she doesn't know how to hide things.

make dinner?

Fu Chenshi sneered coldly, do you want to make it with imaginary rice dishes?