"Xueqi, did I tell you, don't just enter my study, and don't touch my things casually, do you can't remember it or do it on purpose?"

Tong Tiexin's voice carried obvious resentment and dissatisfaction, and then the sound of him squatting on the ground and picking up those fallen apart wooden Gs.

When he picked up the yellowed photo that Su Xueqi had stepped on, he immediately took out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust left by Su Xueqi's foot on it, as if he was facing a rare treasure.

Su Xueqi stood there stunned, her face was pale, looking at the man who was wiping the yellowed photo with a white handkerchief, his nose was sour, his eyes were dry and stinging, not to mention his eyes, even his eyes were red.

The warm Y body swirled in her eyes, and she stubbornly bit the corner of her lip, trying to endure those warm Y bodies and not let it turn into tears and slide down.

Tong Tiexin finally wiped the last bit of dust off the photo, carefully placed it on the desk, and turned around to find a small hammer to repair the scattered photo frame.

It's just that as soon as he turned around, Su Xueqi next to him rushed up with an arrow step, grabbed the yellowed photo and threw it on the ground, and then jumped up with both feet, stepped on it and stepped on it.

Tong Tiexin turned his head, and when he saw such a situation, he immediately walked up in two steps, reached out and grabbed Su Xueqi's wrist, and threw her back directly.

'Knock, knock' made two sounds, the first was Su Xueqi crashing into the bookcase, the second was that she leaned forward after hitting the bookcase, and then the whole person hit the water chestnut of the bookshelf again.

Su Xueqi shook her body a few times, grabbed the bookshelf to stabilize her body, she raised her hand to rub the pain on her forehead, turned around, but saw Tong Tiexin carefully cleaning up the photo of her stepping on dirt and wrinkles with a white handkerchief.

She was so angry that she rushed forward, snatched the photo from Tong Tiexin's hand, couldn't bear it anymore, tore it up in two or three, and then scattered it out, scattering the pieces in the air like snowflakes.

"Tie Xin, over the years, I have been silently guarding you, but you are guarding a photo, are you worthy of me?"

Tong Tiexin just stood there, letting the fragments fall on his head and shoulders, he just frowned tightly, his lips pursed, and he was silent.

"Tong Tiexin, I have been married to you for more than 20 years, do you have a little love between husband and wife for me?" Su Xueqi's tears finally fell, and she asked in a trembling voice.

Tong Tiexin was silent, as if he hadn't heard her question, and didn't give any response at all.

And this kind of silence made Su Xueqi feel that she was more and more defeated, it turned out that her persistence for more than 20 years ended up with nothing but the name of Mrs. Tong.

After more than twenty years, what exactly has she gained? Originally, she was complacent because she was Mrs. Tong, but now it seems that it is ridiculous.

She is a big winner in front of Bai Glaze, everyone knows that she snatched Tong Tiexin from Bai Glaze back then!

But is she really a winner? What has she won in more than 20 years? It's just an empty shell marriage with Mrs. Tong.

Unwilling, Su Xueqi is really unwilling, why can her marriage only be an empty shell? Why can't she be happy?

"Xueqi, I think you should remember that when I promised to divorce Bai Glaze and marry you, I told you not to have too much hope for our marriage, and the estimate I gave you is just a marriage, and that's it!"

Tong Tiexin's tone was indifferent and detached, in front of the hospital ward, when he agreed to divorce Bai Glaze and marry her, he told her clearly, he had no so-called love with her, only responsibility, and marriage was given for that responsibility.

Love that thing, he can't afford it, how many people can a person love in his life? What's more, at that time, he was immersed in the grief of Bai Glaze's ruthless murder of the child, where was he in the mood to love other women?

Su Xueqi was stunned immediately, and then sat down on the cold floor in frustration, and her heart was more than ten times colder than the floor, or even a hundred times.

And her face was dead gray, and it was a look of despair that she had never seen before.

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"Here," Zhang Zijun handed a beautifully packaged box to Tong Zhenyu, who had just come out of the shower with a bath towel around him.

"What's that?" Tong Zhenyu smiled and stretched out his hand to take it: "Give it to me?" ”

"Sort of," Zhang Zijun replied a little vaguely.

"Yes, yes, no, no, what do you mean?" Tong Zhenyu smiled and opened the beautifully packaged box.

"Wow, such a good fountain pen? When did you become so generous? Tong Zhenyu smiled and joked: "I thought you would send me a signature pen." ”

"That's what I thought, too." Zhang Zijun said sullenly: "I originally thought that I would be able to buy a pencil." ”

"You mean, you didn't buy it?" Tong Zhenyu finally understood.

"No," Zhang Zijun admitted truthfully: "Someone else bought it and had to give it to me, no, to be precise, I had to give it to you." ”

"Who wants to give me a pen like that?" Tong Zhenyu frowned slightly, who wants to send something to him without sending it directly, why does it have to be sold through Zhang Zijun?

"Your former father-in-law." Zhang Zijun reminded him.

"Your dad?" Tong was even more surprised: "Your father is so reluctant? Want to buy me such a classic fountain pen? ”

"I'm talking about your ex-father-in-law." Zhang Zijun glanced at him dissatisfiedly: "My dad is your current father-in-law." ”

"But your father is also my ex-father-in-law," Tong Zhenyu corrected her: "Although I have been married twice, you are the one I married twice, so my former father-in-law and current father-in-law are both your fathers." ”

"Isn't Xu Ruoxi's father your ex-father-in-law?" Zhang Zijun scoffed at Tong Zhenyu's words, this man is too forgetful.

"I haven't married Xu Ruoxi, how can her father be my father-in-law?" Tong Zhenyu explained sullenly: "Don't you know that your father-in-law is your wife's father?" ”

"Fiancée is not a wife?" Zhang Zijun looked at him with wide eyes.

"It's not!" Tong Zhenyu replied to the point.

“.。” Well, Zhang Zijunmo, it seems that she and him are not on the same platform as her father-in-law's cognition.

"This was given to you by Xu Yunchang?" Tong Zhenyu brought the topic back to the right path.

"He gave it to me, and then let me give it to you." Zhang Zijun sighed and said: "So, don't use this pen to write love letters to me, or wait for me to send you a pencil before writing, I'm afraid that the love letters you write with this pen won't read so well." ”