A few days later, I was discharged from the hospital, and Zhang Yi was the only one who picked me up.

When I got home, I lay down in my bed and began to reminisce about what had happened during this time.

I'm going to officially start work on Monday, even if I don't want to do things now, but if I don't work, I don't have income, and I've delayed too much during this time, and my manager is starting to be a little dissatisfied with me.

Zhang Yi is temporarily living in my house, which she offered because she wants to take care of me for a while longer, after all, I was injured because of her.

I didn't object to Zhang Yi staying, because I also wanted someone to accompany me, talk, and help me tidy up the housework, and this person was also my wife's cousin, so I was able to use Zhang Yi to inquire about Zhang Ailing's news.

On a Sunday afternoon, I suddenly received a strange call on my phone.

After hesitating for a while, I answered the phone anyway.

"Who are you looking for?"

"It's me."

"You are?"

"Don't you remember me?"

"It's you, Xiaoyun, how did you think of calling me? Didn't we say that we would cut off all contact? ”

"I'm looking for you, are you free for the night?"

"You're in the deep city?"

"yes, I came yesterday and I never dared to call you."

"Well, since you're here, I'll go over. Which hotel do you stay in? ”

"Sheraton, the place where we stayed together, room number 1020, you come over now, let's have a light meal together in the evening."

After hanging up the phone, I remembered the past in my heart.

The woman who called me was called Cheng Xiaoyun.

She was married, and she was already married when she knew me.

THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN ME AND CHENG XIAOYUN SHOULD BE ONENIEGTSTAND.

But because everyone was very happy and satisfied that night, the two of us kept a relationship privately for a while until I met Zhang Ailing.

When I married Zhang Ailing, I made it clear to Cheng Xiaoyun.

Cheng Xiaoyun and I broke up peacefully, and that night was so crazy that we both promised each other that we would never interfere in each other's family life again, and we decided to cut off contact completely.

More than two years have passed, Cheng Xiaoyun actually changed his mobile phone number, and he took the initiative to contact me at this time, which made me feel a little strange in my heart.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally decided to go over to meet Cheng Xiaoyun, so I should catch up with her again.

I took a taxi to the Sheraton Hotel, which was the hotel where I had a room with Cheng Xiaoyun.

In the hotel lobby, I called Cheng Xiaoyun.

"Come up, room 1020."

I got on the elevator and then to the door of room 1020, and I rang the doorbell.

The door to the room opened, but I was horrified by Cheng Xiaoyun's outfit.

Seeing my bewildered look, Cheng Xiaoyun couldn't help but purse her lips and smiled: "Fang Yuan, haven't you seen me wearing this kind of erotic underwear before?" ”

I have to admit a fact, that is, Cheng Xiaoyun knows a lot more about sex than Zhang Ailing, so every time Chen Xiaoyun goes on a date with me, she will dress up carefully, especially she often wears some very sexy erotic underwear.

"How did you come up with the idea of dressing like this?" I still couldn't help but ask.

Cheng Xiaoyun spun around in front of me, then made a very seductive move, and then lay on the bed.

I hurriedly stopped: "Xiaoyun, don't you have something to look for me?" Can you sit down and have a good talk with me? ”

After Cheng Xiaoyun heard me say this, he sat up.

"How have you been living these years? Have you ever thought about me? Cheng Xiaoyun took my arm and asked me to sit down next to her.

I sat down and said, "Xiaoyun, when you were with me more than two years ago, you didn't seem to be as active as you are today. Are you looking for me, do you really just want to know if I'm doing well? ”

Cheng Xiaoyun covered her mouth and couldn't help but smile and said, "Because I'm doing well, I thought of you." Since I've come to Deep City, of course I'll look for you, no matter how well you're doing now, I miss the days I used to be with you. ”

Oh my God, Cheng Xiaoyun is actually developed!

Only then did I notice that the handbag she casually put on the bedside table, the GUCCI limited edition, was worth at least tens of thousands.

And the Cartier she wears on her hand, I don't think it's cheap.

Cheng Xiaoyun, whom I met more than two years ago, definitely doesn't look like such a rich woman, otherwise she wouldn't have taken a fancy to me, a poor boy who is nothing.

"When did you become so rich?"

"Guess what."

"Hit the jackpot?"

Cheng Xiaoyun smiled and shook his head, and then rode on top of me.

"My husband suddenly developed two years ago, and then I was rich."

"Then you're still looking for a man outside behind your husband's back?"

"When he got rich, he didn't pay any attention to me anymore. Do you know how long it's been since I've had sex with him? ”

I actually guessed a long time ago that Cheng Xiaoyun came to Shencheng to do business, and because he was lonely and empty, he thought of me.

If a man seeks a woman to release his desires, does a woman seek a man to heal the trauma of her emotional and marital life?

I just did the one thing that all men in the world do, and of course, I enjoyed it.

I don't know when, I woke up, opened my eyes, and saw Cheng Xiaoyun lying in my arms.

It was past one o'clock in the morning, I didn't go back, and I don't know how Zhang Yi is now.

When I found my phone, it was turned off.

If I'm not mistaken, this must be a good thing that Cheng Xiaoyun did.

When I used to be with her, she liked to turn off my phone, and she said that this way we could not be disturbed by the outside world.

When I opened my phone, I received several short messages and WeChat messages one after another.

There were about seven or eight missed calls, all of which were from Zhang Yi.

Those text messages and WeChat were also sent by Zhang Yi.

Seeing the content of those text messages and WeChat, I couldn't help but feel a little sad in my heart.

Zhang Yi actually cares more about me than my own wife Zhang Ailing, and her message is at the end, and she can't hide her nervousness and concern between the lines.