ASTNovels Chapter 413 Fanwai: We can go for many more years
Chapter 413 Fanwai: We can go for many more years
"Honey, that's really not hidden private money, it's just left there before it's used up, and it's almost 60 in total."
McCas put his hands flat on his thighs honestly, and his words were extremely sincere.
"If I wanted to hide my secrets, I wouldn't give the money to my two grandchildren."
Hearing this, Lu Anan glanced at him amusedly, for the sake of the two precious grandchildren, you have no choice but to take it out.
After a long silence, McCas felt that his palms were getting a little wet, and then Lu Anan spoke:
"How much more?"
"No, no, that's all."
McCas raised his heart again and shook his head.
"I do not believe."
Lu Anan snorted lightly.
"Really, I will never lie to you, I can't even make up the 60, or..."
McCas blurted out in a panic, and when he finally realized what he was saying, he quickly fell silent.
"Huh? Or what?"
Lu Anan narrowed her eyes, and approached his slightly annoyed face a little bit.
Now that the matter has come to this point, McCas doesn't want to lie to his wife anymore, so he closed his eyes and said, "I still borrowed [-] from Lao Qi."
"..."
Lu Anan's heart was filled with anger, and he stretched out his hand to pinch his ear, twisted it hard, and gritted his teeth:
"You are really promising, you have lost your old face to the Pacific Ocean."
McCas took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist, coaxing in a low voice without changing his face:
"Honey, I was wrong, calm down..."
At this time, the second floor.
Ye Lan and Lu Shiyao had a panoramic view of the struggle between the couple downstairs.
The moment Lu Anan twisted McCas' ears, Ye Lan glanced sideways at Lu Shiyao, with a playful light in his eyes:
"See, I'm pretty good to you."
Compared with her father-in-law, she suddenly let go of him. Yesterday she was angry at him for hiding the matter from her children, but now she just sighs, as expected, like father, like son.
Lu Shiyao withdrew his gaze and smiled triumphantly: "That's because I don't hide my secrets."
Hearing this, Ye Lan stared at him, her expression suddenly became serious, and she spoke slowly:
"I think, why don't you give any pocket money, and you can control the money you earn yourself, and you can just pay for your household every month."
What happened this time also made her realize the problem. The dignified top private bank president couldn't even give his son 60 yuan, which is indeed a bit too shabby.
When Lu Shiyao heard this, he hugged her without thinking, and even shook her body, with an aggrieved expression on his face:
"Don't, my wife, I've told you to take care of it. I've been used to it for so many years."
"What are you used to? Are you used to not having enough money?"
Ye Lan opened her eyes wide, looking curious.
"..."
Lu Shiyao paused for a moment, and quickly smiled again:
"No, I'm used to this way of life, I'm used to being under your control, I'm used to the days when you transfer my pocket money every month."
"Honey, I don't want to change in my life."
Just kidding, if he dares to agree, this woman will definitely think wildly again.
"But now I feel that this is too detrimental to your identity and will make you lose face in front of friends and customers."
Ye Lan met his eyes with a soft light, and said seriously.
Lu Shiyao stared at her for a moment, then moved closer to her, with a gleam of light in his eyes, and asked tentatively, "Then... give me more every month?"
"Okay."
Ye Lan nodded generously, seeing that he still looked a little unbelievable, she couldn't help feeling guilty, hooked his neck, and kissed his thin lips with her warm and soft lips.
I secretly decided in my heart that I should give him 100 million every month in the future.
In this way, he has the motivation to earn more money back.
Lu Shiyao was secretly pleased with his wife's generosity and initiative, so he couldn't help but curl his lips and hug her even tighter.
His eyes inadvertently swept to the living room downstairs, seeing that the old man was still coaxing his wife in a low voice, the corners of his lips raised even more.
It's better to be your own wife.
When Ye Lan was 40 years old, Lu Shiyao was 30 years old. It was a man who had been standing for ten years. The precipitation of the years made him more mature and restrained.
Especially after growing a beard, the mature masculinity seems to seep out from the bones, and there is a strong hormonal breath in every gesture.
When outsiders mention him, what they say most is that he is handsome, wealthy, mature and stable, and he is a good father and husband.
The two have been married for ten years, and there is no so-called seven-year itch.
On the contrary, she felt that the relationship between the two of them was getting better and better, and that man had been sticking to her outside of work, and he didn't give the women who coveted him a chance at all.
Perhaps in order to make up for the lack of childhood, he also spends a lot of time with the children. As he said before, he wants to accompany the children to play football and do all kinds of things they like to do.
He did it all.
Ye Lan sometimes wakes up early in the morning and looks at that sleeping face, feeling inexplicably dazed. Is all this real?
"Morning, wife."
Lu Shiyao opened his sleepy eyes, and saw Ye Lan looking at him with a blank face, and couldn't help reaching out to caress her face:
"Thinking about what?"
The lazy voice was full of worry.
"It's nothing."
Ye Lan returned to her senses, smiled, rested her head on his shoulder, touched his cheek with her slender fingers, and stroked the beard on his chin.
Some prickly touches reminded her suddenly of the whispers between her best friend Shen Qiaoxi when she returned to China not long ago.
【Hey, why did your husband start growing a beard?How can you bear it? Even though he is handsome, don't you think... Then when, is it too tight?The face and flesh were pierced, it was so uncomfortable.Anyway, I can't stand it. After my family Ji Huai stayed once, he was determined not to let him stay again. 】
When it came to growing a beard, she felt a little guilty. Since he was not allowed to shave three years ago, this man really only trimmed it a little every time, so as not to look sloppy.
Over time, he got used to it, and instead trimmed it more and more stylishly.
As for her, she was also stabbed badly at the beginning, and after every intimate relationship, there were red marks on her face and body.
The fact that he suddenly grew a beard at a young age made outsiders a little surprised. Even Sister An An teased him several times, saying that he deliberately pretended to be mature and deep.
"Husband, you'd better not grow a beard, it's good to be refreshing."
Ye Lan raised her head, staring deeply into his narrow and deep eyes.
"Don't I need to be more mature?"
Lu Shiyao brushed away a stray strand of hair from her face, hooked it behind her ear, and carefully outlined every inch of her face with her eyes.
Of course, he didn't miss the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and the flickering flickering in her eyes.
Ye Lan curled her lips and shook her head: "No need, I was wrong before, thinking that shortening the gap in appearance could ignore the age difference between us. It's because I'm not confident anymore."
"now what?"
Lu Shiyao held her finger, put it on his lips and kissed her tightly.
Feeling the gentleness of his movements, Ye Lan's heart trembled, and she chuckled and said:
"Now I have figured it out. This is an unchangeable fact. No matter how anxious I am that I will age faster than you, it is useless. Rather than internalizing myself, I might as well seize the present moment and enjoy the current happy and happy life. Before I disliked me, I became a resentful woman myself, and that would be too much of a loss."
It's just that she feels that there will be a long period of such psychological battles in the future.
When she is 50 or 60 years old, the gap will be the biggest and the most testing.
"Wife."
Hearing this, Lu Shiyao sighed softly, held her face in his hands, kissed the corners of her eyes lightly with his lips, and then stared deeply into her eyes:
"There is still a long way to go in the future. We have gone through ten years. I believe we can go another 20, 30, 40 years. No matter what happens, I will always be with you."
"So...don't be afraid. I always wanted to say that meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life. I will love you forever, wife!"
"..."
At this moment, the only thing she could do was to hug him tightly, bury him in his arms, endure the tears welling up in her eyes, let out a soft "um" in a strong nasal voice, and choked out:
"I believe, and I will always love you too."
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