A week passed quickly, and Zhang Wei's "vacation" in Las Vegas came to an end.

Some people may ask, did nothing happen to Zhang Wei in the next few days?

What else could happen according to Zhang Wei’s temperament?

Except for spending $100 to experience a slot machine, this guy spent the rest of his time eating and sleeping.

It was only on the last day that he was leaving that he remembered to bring some souvenirs back to his colleagues. Then he got up and randomly found a casino that sold souvenirs and bought a lot of keychains made of crystal dice.

Oh, by the way, on the night of the last day, Zhang Wei, who is now a month old, was invited by Jingjing and her Junkui to have another practice dinner.

After the meal, Jingjing gave Zhang Wei a crystal photo frame containing a photo of the four of them as a souvenir.

The group photo of the four of them was taken during the wedding ceremony in the church that night. Zhang Wei liked it very much and decided to tell Shirley some bloody stories about his goddaughter and his family as soon as he got home.

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The plane landed at Shanghai Pudong Airport on Sunday afternoon. Zhang Wei's laptop bag, which was wilted when he left, was now filled to the brim with cigarettes bought from the airport duty-free shop.

This is no wonder Zhang Wei, who makes the prices in duty-free shops so attractive? Especially for a long-time smoker like Zhang Wei, the temptation is simply fatal when a pair is 20 to 30% cheaper.

After coming out of Pudong Airport, Zhang Wei took the subway for two hours and took the bus for an hour. It took him a full three hours to get home. When he got home, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening.

As soon as Zhang Wei opened the door, he saw little Yaya waiting at the door.

As soon as he saw Zhang Wei come in, Ya Ya immediately came over, rubbed around Zhang Wei's legs, and kept meowing.

"Ya Ya, do you want Shan Di to kiss you?" Zhang Wei's accent hasn't changed yet after spending so much time with Xiao in Las Vegas.

With that said, Zhang Wei dropped his backpack, held Yaya in his arms, looked at his big mouth, kissed Yaya on the head.

It’s been a long time since I sucked a cat! Today’s Yaya was also very well-behaved. He stood motionless and endured it, letting Zhang Wei abuse him wantonly.

, as if to say, for the sake of you still knowing how to go home, I will allow you, a shit shoveling officer, to be arrogant just once.

Shirley heard the sound and leaned out of the kitchen: "David, you're back. Go wash your hands quickly. I'll prepare something delicious for you."

"My dear wife, I miss you so much, come and give me a hug." Zhang Wei dropped his teeth and ran towards Shirley with open arms without even changing his slippers.

"Oh, you're going to die, I just mopped the floor!"

"Uh, yes, my dear wife." Zhang Wei, who spread his arms, quickly turned a corner and "flew" back to the door to change his shoes like a child flying a plane.

Of course, the first thing to do after changing your shoes is to quickly wipe off the black footprints on the ground, otherwise you will have to bear the wrath of Lady Shirley's thunder.

…

As the old saying goes, dumplings when you go out, noodles when you come home.

When Shirley brought a big bowl to Zhang Wei, Zhang Wei was so moved that he almost cried. It was a big bowl of shaved noodles!

In addition to the fragrant toppings, this bowl of noodles is also topped with two braised eggs cooked in a broth pot. After being garnished with a few green corianders, it is simply a beautiful work of art.

You must know that this bowl of knife-cut noodles, which is full of color, flavor and flavor, is not the kind of machine-pressed noodles you buy in the supermarket, but is made by mixing the noodles with one knife and one knife.

If you add in the time for cooking the toppings, it would take less than two or three hours to make this large bowl of shaved noodles.

Doesn't that mean that Shirley hasn't had any rest since last night?

Zhang Wei is from northern Shanxi, and his favorite food is this noodles. In his eyes, this bowl of noodles is not just a simple meal, but a deep friendship. He thinks this bowl of noodles is worth a thousand gold.

"Dear, why are you just not eating? Come and try the noodles I made. Is it delicious?" Shirley, who was sitting across from the dining table, looked at him with her head on her hands. She couldn't help but wait for Zhang Wei's praise for a long time.

The ground urged.

"Oh, I'll try it right away." Zhang Wei hurriedly prepared to use his chopsticks, but suddenly found that his bowl of noodles was the only one on the dining table, but there was nothing in front of Shirley. He couldn't help but ask: "Dear, where are your noodles?"

Shirley said: "I'm not hungry, I just want to watch you eat."

"How about that? Come, sit on my husband's lap, and he will feed the baby some noodles." Zhang Wei put down his chopsticks and patted his thigh.

Shirley didn't show any pretense, she stood up directly, came over and sat on Zhang Wei's lap.

However, she did not wait for Zhang Wei to feed her. Instead, she hooked her hands around Zhang Wei's neck, stared into Zhang Wei's eyes with a smile and said: "Dear, why do I feel that it's weird for you to come back this time? Are you

What bad things did you do outside?"

Zhang Wei was suddenly startled, and quickly ran through the things he had done in Las Vegas in his mind, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "How could it be possible? Am I that kind of person?"

"Really?" Shirley sneered, freeing up a hand and pinching a piece of long black hair from Zhang Wei's shoulder: "Dear, aren't you going to explain this long, wavy hair?"

Zhang Wei was stunned. The first thing he thought of was that Shirley had already planned to "frame the blame" to test his loyalty. However, he immediately rejected this idea because the hair was longer than Shirley's.

There are so many, there is absolutely no way they belong to Shirley.

So where did this hair come from?

Stewardess? Impossible, the stewardess who delivers food on the plane doesn’t have such long hair.

Passengers? Impossible. There were men in front, back, left and right of his seat.

Whose could it be... Suddenly Zhang Wei thought of a person, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

On the second night in Las Vegas, didn't Jingjing lie on her chest and cry? And the length of this hair was almost the same as hers.

Zhang Wei hurriedly lowered his head and took a look. Sure enough, there were light wet marks on the chest of the clothes. Now it was right.

"Dear, please listen to me and tell you slowly. You may not believe it, but this hair is related to a long and bloody story..." In order to prove his innocence, Zhang Wei told the story vividly.

The story of Jung and Park Joon Kyu.

After talking for more than ten minutes, Zhang Wei's mouth went dry as he spoke, and then he finished the story.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Shirley said with admiration: "Dear, when did you become so talented? I have made up such a bloody and touching story for you. If you write novels, you will definitely become popular."

Zhang Wei's smile suddenly froze on his face, and he hurriedly said: "Dear, why don't you believe it? Although I have a little artistic processing, what I said is absolutely true."

"Tch, it's strange to believe you. Even TV dramas don't dare to shoot like this. Come on, let's get real. Where did this hair come from?"

"My dear, you have to believe me. Besides, if you look at my fat body, any girl would be frightened and fall in love with me."

Shirley said doubtfully: "Maybe, I heard that American Ocean Horses like pig-like men like you."

"This... how is this possible... Shirley, you have to believe me..." Zhang Wei suddenly thought of something in a hurry, and quickly pushed Shirley away from his lap: "My dear, I have evidence, just wait a moment.

."

After saying that, Zhang Wei stood up and rushed to his computer bag.

After rummaging around in his bag, Zhang Wei finally found a photo of him and Jingjing's family of three. He quickly brought it to Shirley, pointed at Jingjing in the photo and said, "Dear, look, I really don't

Nonsense, look at that long hair, is it the same as Jingjing in the photo?"

Shirley took the photo, looked at it carefully for a long time and then said: "I believe you. Is this man Park Junkui? He looks much more handsome than you, you are so fat..."

Zhang Wei is so sweaty, I don’t call it fat, my brother, I call it “deathly strong”.

Having proven his innocence, Zhang Wei suddenly felt confident and confidently sat back at the dining table and said, "Master is about to have a meal. If you have nothing to do, please step aside."

As for what he said about feeding Shirley before, after all this trouble, he had selectively forgotten about it. At this time, he just wanted to quietly destroy this bowl of fragrant noodles.

It's been so long and the noodles are almost burnt.

However, Zhang Wei wanted to eat the noodles quietly, but Shirley didn't agree to it. In addition to asking Zhang Wei if it was delicious, she then just reviewed Jingjing and Junkui's bloody story and kept checking.

I missed the addendum and asked Zhang Wei all kinds of details, which really annoyed Zhang Wei.

Finally, Zhang Wei couldn't help it anymore and said impatiently: "Dear, if you have any questions, can you wait until I finish eating? I want to be quiet at the moment..."

"What? You also said that you and Jingjing have nothing to do with each other. You see that you want to be quiet even while eating. No wonder she is holding your arm so naturally in the photo."

Zhang Wei was instantly petrified, and the chopsticks in his hand accidentally fell on the dining table.

Oh my god, my mother-in-law, I just want to say "have a quiet meal", my dear, can't you just let me finish what I'm saying?

In the end, Shirley forgave him. She couldn't help it. No matter how justified Zhang Wei was in front of his wife, he was always the one who was wrong.

After sincerely admitting his mistake to his wife, Zhang Wei could finally eat noodles with peace of mind. This bowl of noodles was really difficult to eat.

When Zhang Wei put away the dishes and prepared to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, he heard Shirley ask: "Dear, I think this crystal photo frame is very beautiful. I will replace the photo frame on your desk with it. Look.

How about it?"

"It's up to you, I have no objection." Zhang Wei habitually agreed with his wife, but as soon as he said the words, he suddenly thought of the suicide note he had hidden behind the photo frame before going out, and hurriedly rushed out of the kitchen.

"Dear, please wait a moment..."

However, when Zhang Wei rushed to the desk, Shirley had already picked up the photo frame placed on the desk.

Seeing Zhang Wei staring nervously at the photo frame in her hand, Shirley seemed to understand something, and said in a tone like a great detective: "What's wrong? Are you so surprised that you are hiding private money behind my back?"

Zhang Wei didn't bother to explain, and reached out to grab the photo frame from Shirley's hand. However, he underestimated Shirley's reaction speed, and Shirley turned around and dodged him.

Seeing that Zhang Wei still wanted to snatch it, Shirley immediately said with a cold face: "I'm warning you, if you dare to snatch it again, believe it or not, I will run away from home immediately?"

When Zhang Wei heard this, he immediately became frightened and begged dejectedly: "Dear, I swear I really didn't hide my personal money. Can you let me dismantle that photo frame?" He still wanted to make a last struggle, although he had already expected it.

It's useless here, but what if there is a glimmer of hope...

"No!" Shirley snorted without giving him any chance, stopped talking to Zhang Wei, and concentrated on taking down the photo frame.

Soon, Shirley discovered the suicide note hidden behind the photo.

"Hey, what is this? It's not private money." Shirley muttered in a low voice while gently opening the paper with dense handwriting. She just glanced at it for a few times and then burst into laughter.
To be continued...