When I entered the elevator, my phone rang, and I opened it to see that it was a text message.

"You really married Zhang Dongyuan for money, not to be angry with me, not to get close to me?"

It is an unfamiliar number, without remarks, but it has already been engraved in her heart, carved so deeply.

Lin Yanchuan's number, she remembers it more than her own number, she used to hold his text message late at night, she used to hold his mobile phone sweetly, sent a text message until she didn't know when she fell asleep, and the first thing she woke up was to read his last message.

Later, they were all deleted.

I wanted to delete it, but I paused for a moment and went back, and there was only one word: yes.

Then delete it, I wanted to shut it down, but I couldn't, he replied to something, she deleted it directly, and she didn't even look at it.

Zhang Dongyuan may call at any time, sometimes she needs to drive over to answer when she is drunk and wants to go home, and her phone cannot be turned off or stopped 24 hours a day.

Went into the house and took a look at the Wen Jiàn, which was the company's internal Wen Jiàn, probably also talking about the land in the east of the city, and she also heard Zhang Hongtao mention it, which was probably a very important thing, otherwise it would not have been sent to Zhang Dongyuan in the middle of the night.

She couldn't understand the values in it, put it on the sofa, and lay on the sofa with her body in her body, watching the hysterical screams of the people in the TV, Tang Bohu was playing in the TV, Stephen Chow's classic version, every time she watched it, she laughed, a person smirked on the sofa in the middle of the night, watching Stephen Chow finally hug the beauty.

There is no need to make a big drama, and there is no need to show the depth of human nature, so it is simply the type she likes, as long as the ending is good enough, as long as she can laugh all the way.

***

I woke up in the middle of the night, and looked at the sky outside, it was still dark, and the TV had become an old movie.

He drank and sat on the couch next to him to watch her.

The leather sofa was wide and large, and there was a smell of alcohol in the air, but I couldn't feel his staggering, and I didn't know how he came back.

She got up, and he asked, "Who brought the text?" ”

She went and poured him warm water, handed it to him, and the next second, a glass of water was splashed on her face.

She didn't say anything, just went over and took a paper drawer, wiped the water on her face, he dragged her in his arms, tightly, broke her chin, forced her to look at him, and reminded word by word: "Du Xue, you are my wife." ”

Du Xue nodded, coaxing him a little: "Yes, I am your wife, and your brother will go downstairs to fetch him upstairs, nothing else." As he spoke, he could smell the aroma of his body, the smell of some kind of perfume, and it was inevitable to feel disgusting when he smelled it at this time.

At this time, he came back from outside, and he smelled of another woman's perfume on his body.

Hearing her say so seriously, he raised his head to look at him, seemed to relax a little, and repeated: "Du Xue, I said that your life has been tied to me from the moment you signed, I don't accept divorce, nor do I accept cuckolding, I will give you everything I can give you, you must stand firmly on my side." "Go and share