Vol 4 Chapter 66: Non-violent non-cooperation

There are some things that you can't regret until you missed it, and for some people, you only know how precious they are after losing.

We all know the truth, but everyone always remembers whether to eat or not. Knowing this, we still make mistakes again and again.

Although the summer heat subsided quickly after an autumn rain, and the humidity brought by the draught wind was also heavy, the air pressure in Luo's house at this meeting was still very low.

Although his father is still standing in the living room practicing calligraphy, and his mother is still making soup in the kitchen, Luo Jia, who has been ordered to go home after work these days, feels particularly boring and depressed, and she can't even enter the TV.

"Xiao Jia, send the soup to your brother," Luo Mu handed Luo Jia a bowl of seaweed and rib soup.

Luo Jia pouted her lips impatiently, and muttered, "What's the use?"

Then in her mother's knife-like eyes, she quickly defeated, holding the bowl in anger and shouted, "Master, your soup is here."

In the bedroom, Rowe sat at the table, seemingly deaf, still checking information and writing on the Internet.

"Here," Luo Jia rested the soup bowl heavily on the table angrily, and lay down on the bed angrily, "It's obviously your business, but it just made me suffer."

"Boss Luo, you say something," Luo Jia called in a low voice.

Seeing that her brother seemed to be out of breath when she didn't exist, she picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

Luo Wei still picked up the pillow slowly, just like a okay person, "It’s okay to go back to your room, don’t disturb my work,"

"Will they let me stay quiet in the room?" Luo Jia looked at the back of his brother's head and got angry. He wanted to give him a shot, but he didn't fight.

"Have you eaten?" Mother Luo, still wearing an apron, stood in the living room and glanced at her son's room.

"I didn't move a bit," Luo Jia rolled his eyes, and Father Luo, who was holding a pen at the table over there, frowned silently.

"It's okay, I'll go back to the room when it's okay, call me when I eat, and if you have anything else, just ask him."

Luo's mother was also a little discouraged, "Eating and eating, you are a big girl, you go home every day and just wait to eat, won't you help?"

She threw her apron on the sofa next, "There is soup in the kitchen, you can serve it yourself,"

"If I don't drink, I know to breathe on my head," Luo Jia returned to the room angrily, and the mountain rang the door.

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Although the atmosphere was depressing and the relationship was very discordant, dinner still started at 6:30 punctually. Luo Wei, who did not drink the extra soup from his mother, still came out for the meal, with low eyebrows pleasing to the eye and quiet, just like everyone is a lady.

Luo's mother kicked Luo's father under the table. Luo's father used his male chopsticks to pick up a piece of hairtail for her son, and asked in passing, "Xiaowei, how is your work these days?"

"pretty good,"

"I think you have worked so hard at home these days. Is there any task at school?"

"I write something myself,"

"Oh, this idea is good, in what way? Can I help?"

Seeing that his son did not respond, he added, "If you think I can help, just speak up,"

"Ok,"

Rowe cherishes words like gold.

When Luo's father saw this, he glanced at his wife, and I had nothing to do.

"Xiao Wei, it's been so hard these past few days. Eat more food." Mother Luo used her male chopsticks to pick up a shrimp for her son. "However, we still have to pay attention to work and rest. We should meet a few colleagues on weekends. Went around nearby. It happened that your dad had a friend who opened a resort hotel in the suburbs."

She immediately realized that she shouldn't say the words resort hotel, but fortunately, her son didn't seem to care, "No,"

"Yes, you don't have a car, and it's not convenient to go to the suburbs. Mom's former colleague, Aunt Zhao, bought a Sail. It's pretty good. Why don't we go to the car market this weekend?"

Father Luo listened and paused for a while. Both of them have retired. Now they are paying for a car for their son.

"No," Luo Wei shook his head and finally said something more, "I ride a motorcycle very well,"

Luo Jia exclaimed, "Brother, why not? It's so convenient to have a car. Once you have a car, your life circle has expanded."

Rowe shook his head, "I don't use it,"

"Dad, mom, brother don’t want me. Look at me. It’s not like my brother who works in college. He has to get up at six o’clock every day, otherwise he will be late for work. Also, in summer, our girls don’t take the bus very much. Convenient, buy it for me, and I will pay you back in the future."

"You are a girl from a family, and you are a clerk. What do you want a car for? Your supervisor doesn't have a car. You still have to pay the money. Now you have a monthly salary and you don't have enough money."

Luo Jia was so angry and pushed the bowl, "I'm full, oh no, I'm full of anger, and I'm still an intellectual, a typical patriarchal patriarch,"

"Sit down for me," Luo mother shouted.

Be polite to your son, not polite to your daughter, "I have something to ask you,"

His son was not interested in buying a car, so Luo's mother had to find topics that he would be interested in, "Didn't you go to see Yuxuan yesterday? Did you see it?"

"I can't get in the office. I saw it when I was stuck in the garage door."

When my brother and Feng Yuxuan were going well before, they didn't think that the sister of the richest man seemed to be no different from the sisters who led the house. She didn't have any style, or even the old maiden director of her company was dressed brightly.

However, Luo Jia can intuitively feel this contradiction. In the past, Feng Yuxuan, who sometimes felt that she was too simple and didn't speak her own foreign style, was really two worlds.

"But there is no difference between seeing it and not seeing it. People are very busy at work, and there are meetings to be held in the evening. They will drop me off at an intersection and let me get off."

Mother Luo glanced at her son, still bowing her head to eat, "What about those things, have you said?"

"I said it, but it's no different from not saying it, she just didn't hear it, she didn't respond at all,"

"This girl, this girl," Luo's mother could not help but feel a little angry when she heard it. Her daughter, who actually went on their behalf, said such things, she didn't say anything at all?

"Cough," Father Luo coughed, "Xiaowei, don't just eat, drink some soup,"

"I'm done," Luo Wei took out the rice in the bowl in two bites, "Xiaojia, I'll take a bath first."

"You," Luo mother was really angry and couldn't help looking at the dishes that hadn't been touched on the table.

Before, my son was at home and he did the work of their old couple again and again. Since that Feng Yuxuan came back from the United States, he went to look for it several times, but he couldn’t see it. This is his virtue at home. You cry, you make trouble, you scold, He was indifferent, typical non-violent non-cooperation.

Father Luo grabbed her and said to his son, "Go to bed early at night, don't work too hard,"

"You don't care if I work hard or not," Luo Jia said angrily, "I will move out next week. My colleague rented a house near the company, and just one more room came out."

"No, there is a house at home, why do you want to rent it outside? Besides, you have a girl’s house. It’s not safe outside. We don’t agree."

"What's unsafe, so many people renting houses outside are all right, besides, it's close to the company over there, and it's just walking."

"You don't agree that I will move. I am 24 this year, so I don't need to ask for your consent."

Standing up, Luo Jia remembered something, and said with a smile, "Or you can buy me a Sail and I drive to get off work by myself, then I will live at home."

"How much do you think I have savings with your dad?"

"Then I will move tomorrow," Luo Jia returned to the room angrily.

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At ten o'clock in the evening, Luo's father and Luo's mother went to bed on time, but it was difficult for them to fall asleep for a while, "What are we doing?" Luo mother sighed, "Daughter, heartless, son, You look at him these days, you are almost mad at me,"

"The children are old and have their own ideas and ideas," Luo's father was helpless.

After his brutal interference seriously affected his son, he now finds desperately that he has no choice but to face his son's silent resistance.

If you look closely, your son can rely on them now, but they will still rely on his son in the future. The son is now the backbone of the family.

These days, he has also reflected on it. The more he thinks about it, the more he feels that Feng Yuxuan is really a good daughter-in-law candidate, simple, mature, sincere, and very considerate in dealing with others. Although it is a family like that, it is rare that there is no such thing as Jiaojiao. Qi, better tempered than my own daughter, let alone the spoiled daughters of colleagues and friends.

The education level is indeed too low, but if you think about it, this is not a problem. At most, you can bring your own grandchildren in the future. Even if you are influenced by your mother and your talent is low, as long as you bring your grandchildren carefully, your grandchildren will definitely be in the future. There will be promise.

Feng Yiping didn't know what Luo's father thought. If he knew it, he would definitely break the previous principle of not interfering with his sister's emotional affairs, and would firmly not support his sister to get along with Luo Wei.

You are just a person who can barely qualify as an intellectual, and you are all about blood! I bother!

"I see this. In the end, I probably have to follow Xiaowei," Luo said.

Luo's mother also sees it through. As long as the son insists, she really can't help it, "But now it's not just Xiaowei's business. Xiaowei doesn't listen to us, so she has to look for it several times. The key is that they ignore him at all."

"You don't understand this? When my son and daughter go to say this, she knows where the problem is. She doesn't see Xiaowei, and most of them want us to speak out."

"Express your attitude, what's your attitude? Is it possible for us to admit our mistakes to her? I won't agree if I kill him," Luo mother sat up all of a sudden, "It's better for her to ignore it. My son will die in the future, anyway Xiaowei didn’t suffer a loss when he socialized with her, whether it was people or money."

Father Luo couldn't listen to these words, "What are you talking about?"

"Go to sleep, go to the renovated house tomorrow to see what her attitude is,"

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Feng Yuxuan's attitude is very clear.

Early the next morning, they rushed to the new house. They didn't hear the noise of renovation coming from their house downstairs. "Could it be done so soon?" The two people were a little surprised.

"Possibly, the decoration company also belongs to her family. How can it be the same as other people's decoration." Luo's father didn't know whether he was comforting his wife or comforting himself.

There is another reason why they used to be like that before, because they can all see that Feng Yuxuan really has feelings for her son, and she will definitely not give up casually.

When the door was opened, the luck of the two suddenly vanished. The room was cleaned up. It was cleaner than the most professional housekeeping company. Only the wooden floor of the bedroom was paved. The other rooms were still concrete and the living room. Only a small part of the TV background wall was made, and the ceiling of the kitchen was only half done and stopped there. The half that looked like a black hole seemed to be mocking them silently...

"Stop it? Why did it stop? How could it stop?" Mother Luo looked incredulous.

She knows that, to a certain extent, the woman is generally at a loss when it comes to the relationship between men and women. Is she really willing to let it go?

Father Luo couldn't calm down this meeting.

When I asked my son not to go to Feng Yuxuan’s house that day, he talked a lot about the problem between his son and Feng Yuxuan, such as "I said diploma is a problem, of course, I am not talking about a diploma, but the level of education. The problem, in the final analysis, is a question of quality."

The current situation is that work stoppage is a problem. Of course, what he is not calm is not the work stoppage problem, but the problem of Feng Yuxuan, who is responsible for the decoration, who evacuates people without saying hello. In the final analysis, it is her attitude, as if she really doesn't care now. The problem.

"Hit, call, and ask the person in charge of the construction that the decoration is well done, why did it suddenly stop?" Luo's father walked around in the living room, feeling a little panicked.

Mother Luo had already taken out her mobile phone and called there, "Why suddenly stopped the renovation of our house?"

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I am the owner of 1605, Block B, Mingcheng Garden~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Oh, we received a call from our client, Ms. Feng, who proposed to terminate the contract and have settled the previous expenses with us,"

"How can you do this? Renovation will be done halfway through. If we find someone to renovate, then don’t we have to start from scratch again? No, either you continue to finish the renovation or compensate us for our losses."

"This problem does not exist. We can provide design drawings for free. Even if you entrust other companies to decorate in the future, there will not be any connection problems. Please rest assured that our Jiasheng decoration design scheme is absolutely first-class in the country. "

"What to do?" Mother Luo hung up and asked Father Luo, but she seemed to be asking more than just decoration. Compared with other things, decoration is now a trivial matter.

They really all misunderstood Feng Yuxuan. She was actually not a good-tempered person. When the Luo family did that last time, it was tantamount to a slap in the face. How could she be magnanimous without a word? Like a okay person, continue to install the house?

If it weren't for future considerations, she had the intention to shovel all the decorations and turn it back into a rough room. (To be continued.)