The light in the study was on, and Qin Zhenghuang had already returned.

When Yang Ye passed by the door of the study, his footsteps did not stop, and he walked towards his bedroom drenched.

It's just that, unlike Yang Ye's embarrassment, Qin Zhenghuang is calmly and deeply dealing with foreign things, as if nothing has happened.

Yang Ye just walked into the bedroom, slowly took off his wet and cold clothes, and Qin Zhenghuang's voice came from behind him.

"Are you back?why didn't you have an umbrella?" His deep eyes swept over Yang Ye's body, and his tone was light, as if something had not happened.

Yang Ye was stunned, and did not look back, and said in the same cold tone, "Yes, I came back, didn't expect it?"

She clenched her fists, tears rolling in her eyes, but she couldn't hold back.

He was taken away from home for two days and two nights, and he actually asked such a sentence so plainly, Yang Ye is tone was a little provocative.

"Yang Ye, I'm sorry. Qin Zhenghuang's voice trembled a little, almost inaudible.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, his handsome face looming in the smoke, hiding the ups and downs of his heart.

The woman was proven innocent, which should be a comforting thing, but because of the previous impulse, now, her tone is full of unspeakable complaints.

"Why do you say you're sorry? You didn't do the false accusation against me. Yang Ye snorted coldly without any temperature.

After speaking, she raised her arm and wiped her face, her face was wet, I don't know if it was rain or tears, mixed together, just like her heart now, with mixed tastes.

She still stood stiff, trying to maintain a semblance of calm, but her voice trembled uncontrollably.

There was only one step between the two of them, but Yang Ye knew that there was an insurmountable gap between them, and he could no longer take a step towards him.

She picked up a bathrobe beside her and walked into the bathroom.

Now Yang Ye's upper and lower teeth are chattering with cold, and she urgently needs to take a hot shower.

Qin Zhenghuang didn't answer, and watched her walk into the bathroom blankly, her body motionless.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of rushing water inside that he moved and sat down on the couch.

Yang Ye was inside, and let the warm water flow impact on his body, and it took a long time before he warmed up and felt a little bit of temperature.

She stayed for an hour, and when she heard the door knocking, it was estimated that Qin Zhenghuang had gone out impatiently, so she dried herself up and walked out wrapped in a bathrobe.

There was really no one in the house.

Qin Zhenghuang walked out of the room because of a phone call and went to the study to find documents.

Yang Ye sat down physically and mentally exhausted, wanting to drink saliva.

There was a knock on the door outside the door, followed by Sister-in-law He's voice, "Madam, I boiled ginger syrup for you, and you sweated after drinking it." ”

Yang Ye got up and agreed.

Sister-in-law He walked in with a tray with a large bowl on it, "Drink it while it's hot." She smiled and instructed.

Yang Ye picked up the bowl under her gaze, drank it with a bang, a trace of warmth rose from his heart, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face, "It's much more comfortable." ”

Sister-in-law He watched her drink it, relieved, and there was more love in her eyes, "Lie down, sleep, everything is fine." ”

After saying that, he walked out with plates and bowls.

His hair was still very wet, Yang Ye sat on the sofa, poured a glass of water, and drank it slowly.

The door was opened again, Qin Zhenghuang walked in, walked straight to her and sat down, his deep eyes staring at her tightly, seemingly unfazed, but actually buried the bitter pain.

"Yang Ye, I didn't think of your matter......" His voice was slightly hoarse, and his tone was not impatient, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Yang Ye's body trembled slightly, and he was about to hold back the tears that came out of his eyes. From the moment she was taken away for investigation and Qin Zhenghuang ignored her, her heart died, and she couldn't convince herself to accept this unsympathetic man again.

This time, it is not as noisy as before, nor is it a simple emotional entanglement, but a question and distrust of the character of both parties, Yang Ye feels that her detention this time is like a gap between the two people, which cannot be crossed.

"You didn't expect me to be fine, or didn't you think that things would be clarified?" Yang Ye asked rhetorically, looking at him with an indescribable pain in his eyes, and his sharp tone was like a sharp sword, piercing Qin Zhenghuang's heart.

Qin Zhenghuang's face was finally a little moved, and he reached out to take her in his arms.

Yang Ye flashed and sat aside.

His raised hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and his eyes closed in embarrassment.

The woman has resentment in her heart, he knows it. However, he asked her this sentence to tell her that if she had found herself in advance, there would have been no such misunderstanding, and she would not have fallen into this kind of strife.

However, she has no dependence on herself and does not even trust herself.

He was still a little disappointed in her.

Women don't put themselves in their hearts at all, only blindly blame.

Qin Zhenghuang nodded with a wry smile and laughed at himself, "Yes, I didn't even expect it." ”

His voice, listening to Yang Ye's ears, had some taste of banter.

Unexpectedly, this person was still so obsessed, Yang Ye's face turned pale all of a sudden, "Isn't it very embarrassing to have such a tainted wife?" If you want a divorce, I will also cooperate." ”

In just two sentences, Yang Ye seemed to have exhausted all the strength in her body, and she sat weakly on the sofa, her heart fluctuating.

Hearing the word "divorce" come out of Yang Ye's mouth, Qin Zhenghuang's face suddenly became gloomy.

He couldn't imagine that every time these two words came out of a woman's mouth, it was so easy, and in her eyes, he was always a dispensable person!

Qin Zhenghuang's face was full of self-deprecation and sarcasm, he let out a soft snort from his mouth, stood up and slammed the door.

Yang Ye looked at the door that was slammed shut, and trembled with shock, the stubborn expression she had barely made just now could no longer be maintained, and tears gushed out.

The sound of the rain outside the window was louder, and the wind carried the torrential rain, washing every corner of the city, and the ground was withered.

The weather outside is very similar to Yang Ye's mood at this time, the mood is fluctuating and very messy.

Could it be that even God is complaining about her.

Yang Ye could no longer support himself and sat on the sofa, biting his lip tightly, tears kept rolling in his eyes, but he didn't cry again. At this time, she must be strong, and she will continue to walk in the future.

But how do you go forward?

Yang Ye calmed down a little, cheered up, and fell into deep thought.

"Why hang yourself on Qin Zhenghuang's tree!" For a moment, her curly long eyelashes blinked lightly, like the flickering wings of a butterfly.