"Miss, Mr. Bout is still waiting for your news!" As soon as Miao went to the door to wash her hands, she heard a woman’s voice ringing in her ear. A maid-like robe woman bowed her head respectfully.
"I just got something. Please give it to Mr. Bout for me. He will be interested!" The information scooped out of the bag was casually put on the sink.
"May God bless you!" The woman said that she had hidden the information in her robe.
"Thank you!" Miao adjusted her breathing and walked into the health.
It’s terrible to think about this world. It’s still a royal family that can be inserted here. I don’t know what else is really safe here. Through the sanitary window, I can see that Ram’s wife is still playing with her children in the courtyard. She looks very patient and loving, and feels attracted.
Are men too greedy or are women too easy to compromise and satisfy? It’s hard to understand that such a beautiful and moving woman and such a woman with outstanding temperament can accept her husband’s idea of marrying again. Is it that she is too narrow-minded or that the woman in front of her is too great? She shakes her head and is in a state of solution to many things in this world.
When she came out of health, Miao didn’t go back to her room to continue their topic. To tell the truth, she was very fond of Pei Wesley and could continue to laugh. If she were, she would definitely not be able to do so naturally. She couldn’t help but wander into the yard without disturbing the dazzling mother Miao and sat down in an arched pavilion.
It is said that Arab women wear robes and veils when swimming. Women do have some sympathy for their experience, and I don’t know if Marisa can adapt to such a personality, but maybe women in the royal family can get some special treatment. After all, that woman didn’t wear a veil just now, didn’t she?
Bang-
Just when I don’t know what to think about, a little red ball rolled over and hit her ankle. Seeing such a lovely object reminds me of my son. He is already lying around looking for his own toy.
"Hello, can I have my ball back?" A little boy, more delicate than a doll, came running and said hello to Miao politely.
"What’s your name?" I really like this kid. He’s a white horse.
"Haman!" The boy is not formal at all.
"How old are you?" I squatted in front of the boy, and my eyes were deeply loved.
"Two years old!" The boy also stared at the following as if he didn’t have any annoying feeling.
"Did Haman get the ball?" The well-dressed woman behind her has come over. I’m glad she speaks English, too. Then say that she is not excluded.
"It’s mom!" The little boy replied that he had put his hand in front of Miao, and the meaning was very obvious.
"Here you are!" Miao put the small ball in his hand gently into the child’s hand, and his face was a spoiled smile.
"You are sister-in-law Marisa!" The woman rubbed the top of the child’s hair and let Haman and the servant go to play.
"Well-"I thought about it and gave an ambiguous answer. "Now I can say that!"
"I heard that you are pregnant and still adapt here?" The woman slowly walked into the gazebo and sat down with Miao.
"Not bad!" I didn’t expect to meet such a heart here, even if it was out of courtesy, it was very touching.
"That Marisa is often childish. I hope you can help her a lot!" Since it’s sister-in-law’s identity, I should have the cheek to plead for my sister-in-law
"Well, you’re not worried that she and I won’t live together," the woman said. "It’s not like she’s worried." This is me and the Ram family, Haman and my stepdaughter’s house, not Marisa! "
"Huh?" My head is a little confused. I don’t understand what this first wife means.
"Arab men can marry four wives, but the status of four wives is equal. There is no distinction between nobility and poverty, and there is no distinction between size and size. Wives have their own independent residences and must be of the same size. Husbands must be fair to their wives!"
"Can you do that?" I doubt it.
"If you favor another wife, you can sue your husband, which will definitely be a big trouble!" Women seem to be used to such laws with their lips slightly touched.
"Oh!" The following nodded his head to show his understanding.
To tell the truth, this law is much more reasonable than the system of concubines in China. At least, women don’t fight for love and property, but they struggle with each other. If they don’t live together, they will fall into a good mood. It seems that living here is still very stressful for men. How powerful it is for four women to give the same treatment!
"It’s still rare to get four wives here. After all, it’s very stressful to give the same to four families!" Women seem to see the idea, or perhaps they just want to make a fuller supplement.
"We have been monogamous for a long time, and there are still some ways to accept you!" Miao admits that she feels comfortable chatting with the woman in front of her, just like meeting an old friend.
"That system is not suitable for here!" The woman got up and pulled up. "Let’s go. I suddenly want to see what you will look like in our clothes!" "
"Me? Can you? " The following seems to have curiosity.
"It’s always possible to give it a try!" The woman pulled Miao into the room.
I didn’t know that a woman’s name is Shalaha, but cousin Ram’s marriage here is a very common phenomenon. It’s not illegal to say that thinking about that cute little boy in the yard and suspecting that the marriage of close relatives will affect the health of future generations.
"I think it will have an unexpected effect if I can add this style to my home after I return to China!" Looking at a blue robe in the mirror, Miao suddenly felt a mysterious feeling, which was particularly attractive.
"Are you engaged in costume design?" Lashaha seems to have some interest.