Chapter 1332：

When they broke up, her world was dim.

What you see in your eyes, what you hear in your ears, and what you think in your heart are all bitter and sad.

When the reconciliation is over, the world turns into spring flowers, all kinds of splendor, even if you pass a tree, you can't help but stop, take a picture and send it to him, sharing the little surprises in life——

"Look, there is a poplar tree!"

After the message was sent, it didn't take long to receive his reply, which was also a photo.

Zhuang Jia photographed landscapes, but Yu Yang photographed working papers.

There is a line of text in the document, which means that Yu Yang is the best candidate for the annual evaluation by the procuratorate. The word "good" was drawn by him with a red pen.

"Look, there is a good one."

Zhuang Jia is so happy that she is about to bubble, take a screenshot immediately! And sent it to Jiang Zhinuan.

Jiang Zhinuan replied: "It's difficult for the prosecutors. If you are thirty years old, you have to put down your body and accompany you."

Zhuang Jia was dissatisfied: "What's the matter with you? Have you stayed with Wang Zilong for a long time, and learn what he owes!"

Jiang Zhinuan replied: "I am Wang Zilong, and Zhinuan is revising the paper."

Zhuang Jia made a **** expression and didn't want to talk.

Nevertheless, it still does not affect her good mood.

...

When the New Year's Eve was approaching, Shen Xinru returned to China early and brought Zhuang Jia back to his hometown for the New Year.

Shen Xinru has a good relationship with her family, but every family has a few broken-mouthed relatives or neighbours, and as a divorced woman who raised her children alone, she would be chanted every time she went home.

People in my hometown think it's useless for a woman to manage her career well. You must find a man to live a stable life.

Shen Xinru didn't go back much after he talked too much.

In recent years, my parents are getting older and their physical condition is not very good. For the annual reunion day, I should go back anyway.

Friends and family gathered together, and the topic was turned over, falling on the younger generation.

If you are studying, ask if your grades are good; if you are working, ask how high your position is; if you are single, ask when you get married; if you are married, ask when you have children; if you are married and have children, ask if your children have good grades ...

This is an endless loop process.

You can't blame them, because not everyone's values ​​are as good as yours.

During the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone talked about Zeng Zhen making a boyfriend, Zhuang Jia suddenly jumped twice, with a bad feeling.

Zeng Zhen is her aunt's daughter, her cousin, who is only one year younger than her. Every time she gathers together for festivals, the adults in the family always like to compare them.

Now when we talk about Zeng Zhen’s boyfriend, it is bound to be...

"Jiajia will be 23 after the New Year, right? Have you made a boyfriend?" asked her aunt.

really……

Zhuang Jia silently pulled the rice in the bowl without any surprise.

Shen Xinru didn’t know that Zhuang Jia had reconciled with Yu Yang, and replied: “She is still young, so she’s not in a hurry,”

"It's not young, Zeng Zhen is younger than her, and the wedding date has been set for May 1st." Aunt said in the voice of someone who came over, "A woman's good years are only a few years old, and she has waited for 25 years old. It’s really worthless year after year. You have to plan early and quickly grab a potential stock."

Shen Xinru's face is a bit dark. According to this logic, isn't she in her forties, so cheap?

Zhuang Jia's uncle was worried about the unpleasantness of the Chinese New Year, and said, "It's okay to mention this? Jiajia is beautiful and smart. Are you afraid of not having a boyfriend? Eat quickly."

Aunt curled her lips and whispered: "That was before, but isn't she a second marriage now... The market is different, of course, we have to make plans early. I am also good for her..."

There was a moment of silence at the dinner table.

Zhuang Jia felt that a ball of rice was choking in her throat and couldn't get up or down.