My wife is in my arms

Chapter 58 Eye Drops
The car door opens.

A transparent umbrella was opened, and raindrops fell on it, forming water droplets. Jiang Yiren, wearing a long black coat, got out of the car. Subconsciously, she pulled the gray mask that had become linty after wearing it a few times.

"Go home and think carefully about what I said. There are plenty of opportunities to make money. There's no need to rush."

Han Hui's voice came.

Jiang Yiren waved at her, indicating that she could leave.

"Don't be disobedient. If your husband beats you again when that happens, I won't be able to criticize him."

chuckled.

Han Hui drove away.

At this moment, it was not yet four o'clock in the afternoon. Today, Jiang Yiren received two notices. One was that she was invited to attend the opening ceremony of a commercial building. As a singer, she went on stage to sing three songs. The other was that a high-end residential community started pre-sales. In order to increase popularity, she was specially invited to sing two songs.

After two commercial performances, she earned almost two million today. Earning two million a day may seem like a lot, but it’s not calculated that way.

The company takes 40%, her agent Han Hui takes 20%, and the remaining 40% has to be paid after tax before it can be deposited into her account. The maximum she will actually receive is 500,000 yuan.

However, it is not possible to get such commercial performances every day. It is already very good to get five or six in a month. It is for this reason that Jiang Yiren was very reserved when she talked to Han Hui today about her husband's singing skills because she knew that the bulk of the money she earned was taken away by the company and the agent.

There is another reason for this.

Given her husband's temper, Jiang Yiren found it hard to believe that the company and the agent could control him. After all, once the entertainment company knew that an artist could create huge commercial value, they would not care whether he was tired or not. By then... if things went wrong, he wouldn't make much money, and her husband would have beaten the boss of the entertainment company.

Coincidentally, the boss of the entertainment company she signed with is a woman. When it comes to beating women, her husband is not only ruthless, he is also very good at it!
So after comprehensive consideration, Jiang Yiren finally did not play the content that she secretly recorded when her husband was singing directly to Han Hui. Instead, she chose to test the waters in that way. After being rejected by Han Hui, she mentioned it again. Even if Han Hui realized it in the future, Jiang Yiren believed that she would not blame herself anymore.

She was given the opportunity, but she didn't seize it.

When Jiang Yiren opened the door to the living room, her eyes were stunned. What caught her eye was a little gray dog ​​standing up from the middle of the living room. At the same time, next to the dog... there was a pile of poop. In an instant, a hint of anger flashed in Jiang Yiren's eyes. Until she saw the little gray dog, Jiang Yiren immediately realized what her husband meant when he said that the family had a new member.

She raised her daughter, supported her husband in his old age, and now she's even given her a dog to raise. Do you think she makes money easily, or has nothing to do at home?!
Judging from the situation, her husband really planned to continue his life of growing flowers and walking dogs. As soon as this thought came to her mind, Jiang Yiren looked at the little gray dog ​​wagging its tail intermittently, and her slender fingers clenched instantly.

Taking out her cell phone to check the time, Jiang Yiren knew that her husband would be back with Xiao Zishan in half an hour, so she didn't call him directly to question him. She was even too lazy to deal with the mess in the middle of the living room.

She needs to make people who want to grow flowers and walk dogs realize that pets are not only cute, but they also poop, and they poop anytime and anywhere.

But every time she went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, she would notice the puddle every time she came out... She felt bad instantly. Finally, Jiang Yiren put on two layers of disposable gloves, endured the nausea, and used tissue paper to clean up the dog bomb created by the little gray dog ​​bit by bit. After doing all this, Jiang Yiren went into the bathroom and washed her hands with soap several times before she stopped.

Around four o'clock.

Xiao Zishan's laughter came from outside.

Jiang Yiren, who was cooking, walked out directly from the kitchen. She folded her arms over her chest and looked at the door with a cold gaze. Then, the door opened and the smile on Xiao Zishan's mouth stopped abruptly.

"Mom, you're back!"

Xiao Zishan laughed twice, then looked around the living room. When she saw her cheetah was still there, she trotted over and took out a bag of milk powder from her schoolbag while squatting. She said in a surprised and mysterious tone, "Dangdang, did you see what the little master bought you? It's milk powder!"

Reaching out and touching the little grey dog's head, Xiao Zishan smiled and said, "I'll make some for you to drink later. You must finish it. If you can't finish it, my dad will probably snatch it away from you."

Jiang Yiren wanted to laugh.

“That’s all I’ve achieved.”

Zhang You smiled bitterly, then he looked at Jiang Yiren and casually said hello, "You came back quite early today. Have you started cooking dinner? If not, I'll make it later."

"Zhang Zishan"

At this time.

Jiang Yi finally remembered the important matter. She stared at Xiao Zishan, who was holding the little greyhound and wrestling his head against it, and asked with a cold face, "Who told you to keep a dog?!"

"My dad wants to raise me."

Under Jiang Yiren's gaze, Xiao Zishan did not hesitate to put the blame on Zhang You.

"Is this really what I want to raise?!"

Zhang You asked back with a smile.

"I said it was you, so that's you, Dad, just admit it!"

As he spoke, Xiao Zishan spoke to Zhang You in a flattering tone.

"I want to raise one, right? Okay, this puppy has to weigh at least two pounds. I'll go boil some water now, and we'll have braised puppy meat tonight."

Zhang You said with a smile.

"Dad, why are you like this?"

Seeing her father really turned around and walked towards the kitchen, Xiao Zishan suddenly became anxious. She put the little greyhound down and walked shyly to Jiang Yiren. She stretched out her hand to pull Jiang Yiren's clasped hands apart. She took one of her mother's arms and began to shake it. While shaking it, she said in a coquettish tone, "Mom, I want to raise it. You don't know how pitiful the little greyhound is. If I hadn't brought it back this morning, it would probably be dead now. Mom, please let me raise it, okay? I love you so much."

"You're not going to school, so you just stay at home and take care of it!"

Jiang Yiren asked with a cold face.

"My dad said he could help take care of me while I'm in school. He's fine anyway..."

Before Xiao Zishan finished speaking, Jiang Yiren said, "He will be in trouble soon."

Zhang You, who was rolling up his sleeves and preparing to put together the ingredients cut by Jiang Yiren and start cooking, became unhappy when he heard this.

He walked out of the kitchen directly, looked at Jiang Yiren, and said, "What do you mean I'm going to have something to do soon!? What's the matter, Jiang Yiren, don't make it sound like you're celebrating. You want a song, I wrote it for you. This afternoon you said that Zhang Yi's new drama needs an insert song, and I also found a musical instrument workshop and plan to send it to Zhang Yi after it's finished in the next few days and let the director decide whether to accept it or not. While contributing to your career, I'm also taking care of Xiao Zishan. I'm so busy, and you're not sure about letting me go. What!? You didn't dare to call the police to arrest the person who committed the crime, and now you're targeting an honest man like me. I've seen a lot of people like you, the typical soft-hearted person who fears the strong."

(End of this chapter)