"Of course I raise you. You are my wife. Isn't it natural for me to raise you?" Song Chengkong said, patting his chest.

Zou Xiaorong was amused by his serious look: "Come on, I have the ability to support myself!"

"It doesn't have to go to work from nine to five like this. Otherwise, you quit your job in the desk and come back to help your younger brothers and sisters. See where the jobs are suitable for you in the hotel and factory. You will give us money every month. You should go to the store to work and help her share some of it, and you can have more time." Song Chengkong suggested.

Zou Xiaorong replied: "Same thing, when I got to work, I was late today and left tomorrow, and asked for leave the day after tomorrow. Isn't this the leader breaking the rules? Besides, everyone is good at different things. When I get to the hotel and factory, I may not be able to do well. In contrast, I still like my current job. The leader talked to me two days ago and asked me if I had any intention of transferring to the TV station to broadcast news. He said that if I felt that I was competent, I would prepare and report it to me when there was a quota."

"Really?" Song Chengkong asked happily.

Zou Xiaorong nodded: "Well, really, so I just read manuscripts in front of the mirror every morning, noon and evening to exercise myself."

"In other words, in the future, we can see you in that small black and white frame?"

Zou Xiaorong said dissatisfiedly: "What black and white small frames? The black and white small frames are portraits. I am TV. Do you understand TV?"

"What nonsense? Can I not know it's TV? Well, this is something worth celebrating." A large pot of bath water had already boiled. Song Chengkong said while extinguishing the fire: "You washed your hands too. I'll go to the main hall to pour some wine, and let's take it back to the room to celebrate!"

Zou Xiaorong smiled and didn't say anything. What did her man think? How could she not know?

Forget it, I will go back to my parents' home tomorrow, so let him go today.

Ning Yue had just finished taking a shower, putting on her clothes, and sitting and wiping her hair with a towel, Song Chengyi came back.

She quickly put down the towel, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him: "Are you tired? Drink water."

Song Chengyi took it and finished drinking it for two sips. Ning Yue asked, "Did you send your elder brother to the door? Are your parents at home?"

Song Chengyi put the cup on the table: "I sent it to the gate of the courtyard and he got off. He asked me to come back early to accompany you. Wait, I will wash my hands and help you dry your hair."

"No need, it's hot, I'll do it myself in a while. I've been driving these two days, right? I'll give you hot water soaking your feet and take a shower later."

Song Chengyi was indeed a little tired. Of course he was willing to enjoy the care of his young wife: "Okay!"

Ning Yue brought hot water and placed it in front of Song Chengyi. Song Chengyi took off his shoes and socks, and his big feet didn't have scalding water. He suddenly felt relaxed.

Ning Yue turned around, found a rubber band, tied her hair casually, squatted down in front of Song Chengyi, and reached into the basin with her two little hands.

He was caught by Song Chengyi: "Lingling, what are you doing?"

Ning Yue raised her little face and said naturally: "Help you wash your feet!"

Song Chengyi chuckled: "No, I'll just do it myself."
Chapter completed!