Fu Zijun went into the room to clean up his things in a fit of anger, but he just packed up a few clothes and stopped, sitting on the bed in a dejected manner, the wardrobe was full of neatly ironed clothes, he was usually busy with business, and he didn't hire a helper here, who else took care of his life so carefully except her?

They had lived for so long, how could he not feel her affection for him? He is also wholeheartedly devoted to his wife, the woman he fell in love with for the first time.

He was just angry, angry that he had no reservations about her, but she was stingy to give him a little trust.

The anger was smoothed out little by little by time, and after the anger just now gradually dissipated, he began to regret that he said so much on impulse, but he couldn't pull his face down and go out to apologize, but he was worried that she didn't move at all in the living room, even if she had a good fight with herself, it would be good to talk about the resentment and dissatisfaction in her heart as she did in the past.

As the minutes ticked by, the living room was still as silent as death, and at first he was just angry and began to panic.

"Qingling." He finally couldn't help it, stood by the door and whispered, this may not be the first cold war between the two, but it is the first time since they reconciled, it turns out that the feeling of cold war is so painful, he admits defeat.

She didn't answer, still in the same position he had before he entered the room, staring blankly at the moon outside the window.

The painful memories that had been buried deep in her heart were again evoked in such a night, and her bitter cry, his indifference, and their poor son, one by one, rolled over her heart, and pulled her into the whirlpool of pain again.

"Qingling." He walked to her side uneasily, turned her body to himself, her eyes seemed to be out of focus, I don't know what she was looking at, but there were a few lines of tears on her face, and the gloom that he hadn't seen for a long time hit the corners of her eyebrows again, and he felt a pain in his heart, and hugged her into his arms, and felt remorse for what he had just said.

The person in her arms was as cold as ice, and the little daughter's attitude was all gone, and she used her stiff body to draw a Chu River and Han boundary between him and her again.

"Fu Zijun, let's get a divorce." She spoke softly, her voice without a hint of warmth.

At that moment, he only felt like his breathing was about to stop, and he looked at her face, unable to believe every word he had just heard.

"Qingling, don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense......" He was already panicking, the strength of his hand was getting stronger and stronger, and he wanted to press her into his body, as if this could reassure him.

Ji Qingling lowered her eyes, she felt very tired, this tiredness was better than the exhaustion at the beginning of rebirth, at that time she wanted to stay away from him, but she still knew rationally that she should not divorce him at this time, because she confidently thought that she could get out of this life.

But now she is in love with him again, because of love, she has become fragile again, the two people already have a huge gap, and in her heart, there is the tragic experience of the previous life that always responds to herself, how can they go on well?

She was so tired, so tired that she just wanted to find a quiet corner to lick her wounds, she didn't ask for anything more, even if she could live her life away from her breath and quietly.

"I just hope you can trust me a little, we are husband and wife!" Seeing that she didn't react, Fu Zijun was even more flustered in his heart, lifted her face from his arms, and gently wiped away the tears on her face, but her fingers trembled gently because of panic, "Don't divorce, don't break up, don't leave me!" I don't have the experience of getting along with my girlfriend, and I don't know how to fall in love or manage a marriage, but I have heard a saying that there is no husband and wife in the world who do not quarrel. I must admit that I was angry just now, what I said was a little heavier, I regret it, I hope you forgive me. You should know that I like you, I love you, and I not only want you to repay me with the same love, but I also want you to trust me and rely on me, which is the dignity of being a man, being a husband...... I don't really want to hurt you, forgive me, okay? Please! ”

His gentle whispers, and even begging without self-esteem to bring her back to her senses a little, although the pain in his eyes was not gone, but after all, he was looking at him.

Knowing that this was a good sign, he continued to say, "I was too impulsive just now, I said too much, my temper is not good, sometimes there is no one in my eyes, I don't understand the amorous feelings, I have always worked in my heart and career is much heavier than children's affection, because I am too focused on my work, I am too lazy to spend time on the wind and snow, when I first got married, I was satisfied with your gentle obedience, but I prefer the way you are now, of course, it would be better if you could trust me a little more......"

She looked at him with some surprise, was he saying sweet words to coax her? Fu Zijun will also coax people? The corners of his lips slightly hooked up a bitter smile, he is no longer the same person he used to be, but she has never been able to get over the hurdles in the past.

He was a little embarrassed by her, and his speech was not as natural as just now, "Don't look at me all the time, what do you think in your heart, you have to talk to me, even if you scold me and quarrel with me, you always let me guess, how can a person like me guess what a woman is thinking?" ”

When he said the last sentence, he actually complained a little.

How could he have such a grudge? Surprised, the frost and snow under his eyes gradually melted.

"Not angry?" He caught the subtle change in expression on her face, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fu Zijun, in fact, we are really not suitable." The pain on her face dissipated, but the sigh made Fu Zijun's face turn white again, "If it weren't for my father, you wouldn't have married someone like me, we have been trying our best to accommodate each other and try to be together, but now it seems that there is really no way." ”

"Why? Just because of my words? His eyes were filled with unbelievable pain.

"Because loving you will make me weak, I can't accept myself like this, just like your casual words just now can make my heart full of holes, I don't want to be hurt anymore, you just want me to stop the loss and leave." If she hadn't said such things at this time, he would have been amused by her sense of humor.

"You're going to divorce me for such ridiculous reasons? Because you're afraid of loving me too much? His face was strange, "Have you ever thought about my feelings, I love you too, this love will not be lighter than yours, and what you say today will also hurt me." I said that it was not interesting to be a husband and wife, but you directly said divorce, do you know how much my heart hurts when you say this? But no matter how painful my heart is, I have never let go of your thoughts, because no shoes fit from the beginning, and there is no marriage that does not quarrel and do not quarrel, and the happiness of being with you outweighs the pain you give me, so I will go on with you even if I am sad. ”

Her expression was shocked, and it seemed that a feeling called moved flowed through her eyes, "I'm not as brave as you." ”

"Then try to be brave, you can't be a Ji Qingling who likes to escape everything for the rest of your life." He didn't comfort her, let alone say anything to reassure her to believe his words, because he knew what she really needed.

She pursed her lips and didn't answer, her expression became thoughtful, just like Zhang Yuan had always encouraged her to have self-confidence, what she lacked was bravery in addition to self-confidence.

Because of cowardice, she chose to escape many things, especially the painful memories of her previous life, she never thought about resolving them, she only knew that she blindly hid them in her heart, but when she encountered sad things, these pains instantly swarmed up and completely drowned her.

At this moment, she didn't have full confidence that she could be a brave woman who would no longer run away, but his attitude touched her, what he just said did hurt her heart, but he didn't leave her after all, compared to the previous life when he slammed the door indifferently, she would rather he say it clearly like this, maybe now he can help her change herself.

Well, trust him one more time.

"I've taken that kind of call several times, seeing that she just threatened and abused, and there was no follow-up reaction, so I didn't take it seriously, you are so busy, and I don't want to bother you with such a trivial matter." She spoke slowly.

"Why are you so confident?" He finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little afraid in his heart, and he always held her hand and refused to let go, as if she would disappear as soon as he relaxed, "What if the other party is impatient and suddenly one day is not good for you?" ”

"Probably not." She snorted, at least in her previous life, she had only received phone calls, and had not been harmed by anything else.

"You don't have to worry about this matter, just leave it to me, next time if the other party calls again, you must tell me, remember?"

She nodded honestly.

But he suddenly leaned over and kissed her on the lips, unlike the gentle temptation of the past, today he is menacing, almost making her unable to parry, although the two are reconciled, but he is still angry, or it should be said that he has palpitations.

At first, the kiss with a punitive nature slowly changed its taste, and she slowly began to respond from the previous suppleness, although it was only a small change, but it made his breathing instantly heavy.

The moonlight is like water sprinkled on this couple who kissed gently, she was at peace, people said that the more noisy the husband and wife, the better, sure enough, now she feels that the sentence "the years are quiet" is just like that.

He looked at the little woman in his arms, who had softened into a puddle of water, with crimson lips and misty eyes, and even his expression became drunk and dazed.

She looked at him, for her, he was once as unreachable as a god in the nine heavens, but now he breathed and smelled with her, and her eyes were entangled, and she felt that this qiē was like a dream, a sweet dream that she would never want to wake up from. R1152