At this moment, Li Bingde confirmed that his guess was not nervous.

Samuel's words pierced Li Bingde's heart like a thorn.

Li Bingde believes that Samuel is indeed well aware of the progress of his transition work during this period of time, and Samuel's source should not be an acquaintance in Li Bingde's current company. Having worked for the new company for almost three weeks, he has been careful not to mention to anyone the reason for his departure from the old company, nor on his resume.

Samuel's words reminded Li Bingde that there is indeed no impermeable wall in the world.

Li Bingde was thoughtful, and he walked and walked back to the front of the house unconsciously. He habitually rang the doorbell twice.

After waiting for a while, when he saw that no one answered the door, he pressed it twice.

In the past, Wenwen should have already arrived home and was busy with dinner in the kitchen. Li Bingde waited for a while, but still no one answered the door, so he took out the key to open the door.

At seven o'clock in winter, it was already dark in the house without lights. To be honest, accustomed to Wenwen's company, for a while, this dark environment made Li Bingde's heart more and more unsteady, and he felt empty. Before turning on the light, Li Bingde took out his mobile phone and called Wenwen, while standing by the door and taking off his shoes.

Wenwen's mobile phone rang behind him, and Li Bingde noticed a figure on the sofa. He finally turned on the light and asked Wenwen, who was sitting on the sofa, "Why didn't you turn on the light when you came back?" With that, he walked to the refrigerator disapprovingly, took out a bottle of water from it, and poured it into his mouth.

It wasn't until Li Bingde took a shower and returned to the hall that he found Wenwen still sitting motionless on the sofa. He walked over, sat down beside her, and asked, "If we're tired today, let's stop cooking and order takeout?" With that, he opened the laptop on the small table in front of the sofa and began to think about the work he was doing outside.

Li Bingde was busy for more than ten minutes, and when he saw Wenwen still sitting motionless beside him, he sighed and said, "Let's have some of it!" Then he said a few words, reached out and shook Wenwen's hand, and asked, "Do you want to eat......

Before Li Bingde's words were finished, Wenwen suddenly stood up suddenly, waved away Li Bingde's hand with disgust, walked to the kitchen, took out a large bag of things from the refrigerator, and began to make dinner.

The oppressive atmosphere in the house endures.

Recently, she has started to get moody, and she gets angry for unknown reasons for three days. */

Zhou Muqing looked at her mother with a distorted face, and the tiredness climbed into her heart like a vine, and she secretly regretted refusing Alicia's invitation. However, the thought of Alicia's face made the tiredness in my heart even worse.

This exhaustion made Zhou Muqing affirm her decision to reject Alicia, but she really shouldn't have gone home so early. According to her observations in the morning, she had expected her mother's good mood to last until the evening.

Zhou Muqing took off his shoes by the door, deliberately not looking at his mother's face. The family is so big, Zhou Muqing knows that she can't escape, and her mother's outburst is inevitable. Zhou Maoxing was on the night shift that day, and he couldn't save her.

Zhou Muqing carefully completed every movement, fearing that an extra sound or amplitude in the action would irritate his angry mother. However, the fear that had accumulated in her heart for many years had caused her mind to become chaotic and her body to become stiff, making every action she wanted to accomplish very difficult.

Zhou Muqing knew very well that the more she was like this, the more she couldn't go back to the room, and she couldn't even let her mother realize that she was avoiding her, otherwise these actions would only push her mother's anger to a peak.

The atmosphere in the room became more and more depressing, Zhou Muqing didn't know when he started to hold his breath, as if he was waiting, but secretly hoped to avoid this time.

Zhou Muqing walked back to the door smoothly and hung the handbag back into the room. It should have been fine, but the moment she let go, the handbag fell to the ground with a "click".

What should come will still come.

I don't know why, Zhou Muqing breathed a sigh of relief at this time. Almost at the same time, the back of her head ached, and she let out a cry of pain, knowing that her mother had pulled her hair.

The next moment, Zhou Muqing's head was pulled and slammed into the door.

Zhou Muqing slowly regained his footing by the door with one hand, and grabbed the hair roots that were grabbed by his mother in his hand with the other, and he didn't know whether he wanted to rescue the hair or simply wanted to relieve the pain.

"What are you crazy about?" Zhou Muqing yelled at his mother with a crying voice. Listening to Zhou Muqing's roar, her mother pulled Zhou Muqing's hair more and more hard.

The mother forcefully brought Zhou Muqing to the sofa and pressed Zhou Muqing's head next to the mobile phone screen, so that she could clearly see the contents.

Zhou Muqing kept struggling, but I don't know if it was because of fear or other reasons, she just couldn't get out of her mother's confinement. Zhou Muqing heard his mother's voice and shouted from behind her, "I raised you so big, I didn't let you seduce men everywhere." Then, he pulled Zhou Muqing's hair back fiercely.

Zhou Muqing stopped struggling, stared at the glossy screen, and first saw a bloody streak on her own face from the corner of her right forehead to her left cheek. Then, there is the personal name of David To.

Zhou Muqing hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he replied, "What are you crazy about, this is your own mobile phone!" I don't know what you're talking about!" Although he said this, Zhou Muqing kept moving his hand left and right, quickly browsing the countless names and conversation screenshots that he knew or didn't know, and some of them were the same as some male colleagues in the company.

"Still trying to lie to me?" As she spoke, she snatched the mobile phone from Zhou Muqing's hand, dialed it a few times, turned on a voice, and listened to Zhou Muqing's voice, and her mother said, "I gave birth to you and raised you for so many years, will I not recognize your voice?" Listening to it, he was so angry that he slapped Zhou Muqing again, kicked and slapped Zhou Muqing indiscriminately, and cried and shouted, "I let you not learn well, I let you not learn well......

Zhou Muqing let his mother's fists and feet fall on him. Many weeks ago, the strange rumors that began to circulate in the company, the contemptuous attitude of colleagues, and the manager's hateful eyes, these things suddenly connected in Zhou Muqing's mind in some way. Zhou Muqing remembered that her manager hinted that she should deal with the relationship between men and women first and then talk about promotion, and she deliberately distanced herself from Dave because of this.

These things that once made Zhou Muqing feel inexplicable and wonderful, as if they had all found the answer all at once.

Who is it? Who the hell is it?

Zhou Muqing's eyes fell on the face of the big clock in the living room, and the three words FRI made her glad that she didn't have to go to work the next day.

Luckily, it was Friday, and there were two more days left to make the wounds on her face fade. However, when she thought about it, the word Friday became another source of concern for her.

That's right! It was a Friday, and only on this day would there be a yoga class, but it was also the day she set to change the password of the company's computer every week.

When he got off work, Zhou Muqing's heart to leave was too urgent, and he completely forgot about it.

Zhou Muqing carefully recalled the files in the computer in her mind, and one after another faces that might have accessed her computer after work kept appearing in turn, so that even though Zhou Muqing wanted to put her mind at ease, he couldn't do it at all.

Who is it? Who the hell is it?

Throughout the night, this question lingered in the minds of Li Bingde and Zhou Muqing.

The first volume of "Prologue-Broken Chapters" ends