Ding dong...... Ding dong......

The phone rings non-stop.

Joan swiped the screen and clicked in, and saw the news of scolding herself.

Naturally, I also saw Shen Tao's words.

Countless people under Weibo are attacking her, and everyone is sympathizing with Shen Tao.

Jo Ann laughed.

Don't care about that.

Even if people all over the world give her white eyes, as long as that person cares about her, she has nothing to fear.

Exit Weibo, put your phone on silent, and act as if nothing had happened.

The mouth grows on others, and everyone says what she cares about, isn't it too tiring to live in this life?

The night outside the house was dark, and the room was quiet, lying on the familiar bed, but she didn't want to sleep at all.

Song Yichen is particularly abnormal today.

What did he mean by those words?

Can it be understood that he cares about this marriage, so he doesn't want to divorce?

The thought swirled through her mind, and it lingered, lingered, and endured.

Resurgence.

All she wanted was ......

People who like it also like themselves and care about themselves.

Let's put the divorce aside for now.

Since he told her to wait for him to come back, she was willing to wait.

Merely......

At 2 o'clock in the morning, the man sent a text message: If there is something, you go to bed first

Concise.

Just like he does.

Bland, detached.

After reading the text message, Joan put down her phone, tossing and turning, and had no sleep all night.

He......

Why didn't you come back all of a sudden?

＝＝＝＝

The sun rises as usual.

After Joan sent her daughter, she went to the company.

When I arrived at the company, all my colleagues in the design office were standing downstairs.

When I saw her, my expression was weird.

Mo Xiaowan immediately ran over: "An An, there is something wrong with the door of the design room, or ...... You go home first......"

Door failure?

How can it be!

Joan wondered, "What does this have to do with going home?" Everyone is going to work normally, why should I go home? ”

"Okay, how could the door of the design room fail?"

That's a lame reason!

"I'll take a look."

Mo Xiaowan hurriedly grabbed her and didn't let her go to the door: "Oh, the leader said, you have been working too hard lately, give you a holiday!" ”

Wrong!

She doesn't match her words before she speaks!

Jo Ann was even more skeptical.

What are the strange reasons?!

"Xiaowan, your reaction is too weird!" Joan's suspicions deepened, and she walked in the direction of the gate: "Why don't you let me pass?" What are you afraid of? ”

Mo Xiaowan lowered her head, not daring to look at her.

A bad premonition rose from Qiao An'an's head: what happened must have something to do with him.

If it's about you, you can't go.

"Xiaowan, what the hell is going on? Tell me the original! ”

Mo Xiaowan stopped talking and blindly bowed her head.

Joan knew she had guessed correctly.

"It's about me, right?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll see it myself!"

Without waiting for Mo Xiaowan to answer, she had already broken free of her hand and walked towards the door.

Really......

A few big red characters like blood appeared on the door of the design room: Joan is shameless! Come to a sticky end!

The bloody color stimulates people's eyes, like a ghost with open claws, ready to devour her at any time.

Joan froze in place, looking at the lines, at a loss.

"How so?"

Retreat again and again.

It wasn't until Mo Xiaowan held her that she stood firm.

"An An, are you okay?"

Joan closed her eyes vigorously and took a deep breath, her gaze resting on the blood-red letters.

When other colleagues in the design room saw Joan, they looked at each other with all kinds of eyes.

There are sympathizers, there are schadenfreude, and most of them watch the excitement.