Chapter 82

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Zhou Honglin was so angry that he wanted to get rough. Who knew that Hai Ling suddenly turned around and saw him raising his fist. Hai Ling's eyes were cold and said, "if you dare to hit me, you'd better beat me to death, or you'll never fall asleep!"

before, she put up with how Zhou Honglin scolded her and even started.

for the sake of this family, for the sake of her son, and she still loves her husband, but after Zhou Honglin insisted on the system, Hai Ling felt cold.

she used to work in the same company as Zhou Honglin, and she is well aware of Zhou Honglin's monthly income in the manager's position.

that's tens of thousands of yuan a month.

but he gave her only three thousand yuan in living expenses and refused to give her another penny!

I still want to make it with her. Can her heart not be cold

now that her heart is cold, she will no longer pack a steamed stuffed bun like she did before, and everything goes with Zhou Honglin.

Zhou Honglin dares to abuse her again. He'd better not fall asleep, or she can chop his hands off his domestic violence!

Zhou Honglin was frightened by the viciousness in his wife's eyes, and his wife's vicious words made him put down his fist and scolded, "you are simply unreasonable."

and left.

Hai Ling watched the door closed, her nose sore and tears in her eyes. The tears could not be stopped and slid down the corners of her eyes.

although she didn't know that her sister and brother-in-law were in trouble again, Haitong always felt depressed when she got home.

she sat on the swing chair on the balcony, looking out at the stars, not knowing what she was thinking.

Zhan Yin brought out a cup of lukewarm water, handed it to her, and said gently, "the evening dish is a little salty. Drink some water."

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Haitong looked up at him and took the glass of water. "Thank you."

"something on your mind"

Zhan Yin sat down next to her.

Hai Tong drank two mouthfuls of warm boiled water and was silent for a while before she said, "I always feel that my sister's life is getting worse and worse. I thought she would get better after I moved out. But there are big aunts like that, parents-in-law like that, and my brother-in-law is biased towards his family. I'm afraid my sister will be bullied by them."

although my sister is not a person to be rubbed and pinched, she still loves her brother-in-law. As long as she has love, she will soften her heart.

"Mr. Zhan, fortunately, you don't have a difficult sister. Your family is very cultured. The last time we met, your mother was not very satisfied with me, but she still treated me gently and courteously, not to mention your grandmother, who is the best person to me in your family."

"it is said that a woman who marries a man is like being reincarnated for the second time. If she marries well, she is happy all her life, but if she marries badly, she really cries that the earth is not good enough."

she married Zhan Yin and had no emotional foundation. Although Zhan Yin asked her to sign an agreement, he gave her everything Zhan Yin was willing to give her, and he also gave her the dignity that a wife should have.

think about it, Zhan Yin is much better than her brother-in-law.

of course, now that she is newly married and the couple have been together for a short time, she has to examine Zhan Yin's character again.

after being silent, Zhan Yin said, "if my sister is aggrieved, you tell me that we will stand up for her and let the Zhou family know that our sister is not without backers!"

the menstrual sister who bullied him also bullied him and hit him in the face of Zhan Yin, which was not allowed by the young master of Zhan.ing about holding her great-granddaughter. She must think that the girl is quiet and clever, not as noisy and naughty as a boy.Night Junbo is also a guy who values girls over men, most precious daught...