When Liao Hong gently pushed open the door of his wife's study, he saw at a glance sitting at the desk with a thick diary, looking intently at the cute baby son like a little adult.

Seeing that his baby son was so engrossed that he didn't realize it, Liao Hongqiang couldn't help but smile and gently closed the door, and then he tiptoed behind his baby son, and silently looked at the diary in Tingye's hand, wanting to wait until his baby son found out and then scratch the little guy's itch and play with him crazy for a while. But it doesn't matter if you look at it, the more you look at the expression on Liao Hong's face, the more ugly it becomes, and even when Tingye suddenly discovered his existence, he happily immediately threw away the diary in his hand and pounced on him, and suddenly hugged Liao Hong's neck, his face didn't become good-looking, which made the little guy inexplicable for a while, and couldn't help but let go of the little arm around Liao Hong's neck in disappointment.

Liao Tingye stood directly on the desk, because only in this way could he face his father who was still bent over, and the little guy couldn't help frowning when he looked at Liao Hong, whose face was so ugly, but the words that came out of his mouth were simply too cute, and his tone was as if he was talking about business with his father, which was completely out of tune with Liao Hong's mood at the moment: "Dad, are you going to rob me of my mother's chicken legs?" Declare in advance, that's what my mother wants to reward me, because I overfulfilled the task assigned by the teacher today, but for the sake of your difficulty in going out to make money, I can give you one. ”

Liao Hong finally had some reaction to his baby son's childish words, he stood up straight and hugged Ting Ye directly, and then sat on the chair in front of the desk with the little guy, he casually looked at the diary that was thrown on the desk by his baby son, and said in Ting Ye's ear as gently as possible: "Don't worry, Dad won't grab chicken legs with you to eat, you can eat as much as you want, don't eat your stomach!" Tingye, what is written on it that you were so fascinated by just now, can you understand it? ”

As soon as he heard this, Ting Ye immediately replied in a whispered with some embarrassment: "The words on this are all written by my mother, my mother will always read them, and she will always write new words on them, although I don't know all the words on it, but I read all the words I know and think it's very interesting!" ”

Then Ting Ye pointed to the locked drawer on the desk again, and told his father with some excitement: "Mom has written a lot of books that are locked in this drawer and don't let me touch them, so I've only seen this one and the other one that Mom put on the desk." ”

Liao Hong kept looking at the diary, and after his baby son's words were finished, he asked again: "Then can you tell Dad what you understand?" ”

Tingye was even more excited at this time, he stretched out a small hand and grabbed Liao Hong's big hand, and then pointed to a person's name on the diary with the finger of his other small hand and said: "Mom wrote a lot of things I don't know, and there are many people I don't know, but I found that my mother wrote the most about this person, but I only know one Qin character!" ”

Looking at the name of the person pointed to by the baby son, Liao Hong's brows instantly locked, and his face became extremely ugly again, because that name was no one else's, it was the name of Jingrou's first husband, Qin Junchi. Although Liao Hong has become some business partners with Qin Junchi over the years, he has always thought that Jingrou and her ex-husband have become friends, so it was not until this moment that he was surprised to find that the wife he had loved with all his heart was her ex-husband who had been thinking about her from beginning to end.

Jealous, Liao Hong's hand holding his baby son unconsciously increased his strength, and Tingye immediately felt that something was wrong with his father, so the little guy immediately turned his head to look at Liao Hong while pulling his hand, and protested with some displeasure: "Dad, you hurt me, you better don't hug me and let me come down!" ”

Liao Hong came back to his senses all of a sudden, he hurriedly put his baby son on the ground, and at this moment the door of the study was opened from the outside, and then the voice of a soft smile also came into the ears of the father and son: "Tingye, the chicken leg is ready, you come out quickly, otherwise it should be cold ......"

As soon as she was halfway through the words, Jingrou stopped and couldn't say any more, and even the smile on her face that had just deepened quickly disappeared without a trace, because she was surprised and happy to see Liao Hong come back suddenly, but the extremely ugly look on Liao Hong's face at the moment made her unable to smile anyway.

She didn't think much about it, because she thought that Liao Hong had encountered something annoying outside, so she went home early and was so unhappy, she stepped forward and just wanted to ask Liao Hong what happened, but the baby son jumped up and down and hugged her thigh, the little guy looked up at Jingrou very happily and said with a smile: "Mom, where did you put the chicken legs, restaurant?" Haha, I wanted to give my dad a chicken leg, but he said he wouldn't eat it and asked me to tell him the words you wrote! Mom, I'm going to eat chicken legs, so tell Daddy! ”

After Tingye finished speaking, he immediately let go of Jingrou's thighs, and happily ran directly to the restaurant to enjoy his favorite delicacy, Jingrou, who was standing in place, noticed the diary on the desk, which she had forgotten to lock in the drawer just now, at this moment Liao Hong's hand was on the diary, and Jingrou was a little unpredictable for a while The man looked at her.

Seeing that Liao Hong had been looking at himself with an ugly face, but he didn't move at all and refused to say a word to himself, Jingrou hesitated for a moment and walked in front of Liao Hong with a smile and said: "Why did you suddenly come back early and didn't notify me, I didn't even tell the kitchen to prepare dinner for you, it seems that I have to ask someone to hurry up and buy some of your favorite dishes later!" Hehe, what's wrong with your face being so ugly, isn't it uncomfortable, or have you encountered something outside that makes you feel unhappy? If you have anything on your mind, just tell me, even if I can't help you solve it, at least I can be the object of your confiding troubles and help you relieve some psychological pressure! ”

Liao Hong kept staring intently at Jing Rou's eyes, until Jing Rou's words were finished, he didn't take his eyes off Jing Rou's face, he gently tapped Qin Junchi's name on the diary with his fingers, and said without any negative emotions: "Ting Ye told me that you have been writing a diary, and this person's name is the one that appears most in your diary, I want to hear what you say, I hope your explanation can convince me!" ”

Jing Rou followed Liao Hong's fingers and looked at the diary, she didn't expect her precious son to notice her diary, let alone that one day these diaries would become the root of trouble, making her husband, who was already deeply in love, doubt her loyalty to him. At this moment, the three words "Qin Junchi" in the diary not only looked particularly eye-catching, but also made Jingrou feel particularly dazzling, and even pierced her eyes as if she was about to shed tears, because she knew what this name meant to herself, and she knew what the question raised by Liao Hong at this moment represented. Although Jingrou wanted to tell a few lies to deceive Liao Hong, and wanted to tell her husband that Qin Junchi was just her ex-husband, the father of her eldest daughter Xinxin, and now a friend of their family, she felt that Liao Hong must have read her diary, so she knew that Liao Hong must have seen her once persistent love for her ex-husband Qin Junchi in her diary. So Jingrou thought about it and decided to tell Liao Hong the truth, and hoped that Liao Hong could not be swayed by the content of the diary, and wanted to distort her feelings for his husband, after all, many records in the diary are mostly sensational, so that does not represent her most real inner feelings now.

Thinking of this, Jing Rou gently removed Liao Hong's hand on the diary, closed the diary and put it on the side of the desk, and then she walked around the desk and walked to Liao Hong's approach, looked at the man very sincerely and said: "Liao Hong, I think you must have some misunderstanding about me, in fact, these diaries are some mood essays that I have been writing casually, you don't have to care so much about what I write!" You have to know that I have experienced too many people and things over the years, so when I feel unbearable or want to vent my emotions, writing something with words really works for me! And I didn't tell you that I'm going to write an autobiography, I need to look at these diaries from time to time, because it helps me remember things that I've forgotten before, and they really don't mean anything, you know what I mean? ”

I don't know if Liao Hong listened to all of Jingrou's explanations, he has been listening to Jingrou's explanations silently, and his eyes are staring sharply at every change in Jingrou's expression, refusing to let go of any of Jingrou's eyes, as if an eagle hovering in the air is staring closely at the prey on the ground.

When Jingrou's words were finished, she waited for Liao Hong's reflection with anticipation, and the man suddenly pulled Jingrou into his arms, and immediately felt a little pity for Xiangyu, and even made love to her a little cruelly.