Xiao Jinxuan patiently waited for her to speak, and after three seconds of waiting, he saw her open her red lips and said in a calm tone: "My mother urged us to have a child just now, and I didn't tell her that we were going to divorce." I think it's better for you to tell her about this in person. ”

Her attitude and words inexplicably made Xiao Jinxuan feel aggrieved.

He even wondered, is the way he has expressed his love wrong in the past four years? Otherwise, how could Zhuang Yiman say the word divorce so calmly.

Xiao Jinxuan's deep eyes stared at Zhuang Yiman, who was sitting opposite, and his hoarse voice overflowed from his throat: "Yiman, you ...... So want to divorce me? ”

There was a touch of loneliness in his words that was hard to ignore.

His questioning made Zhuang Yiman's throat tighten, she didn't want to divorce Xiao Jinxuan, not at all.

But—

"Ah Jin, you filed for divorce."

When the words fell, she lowered her eyes slightly, picked up the chopsticks in front of her, and her long and curly eyelashes covered the fleeting loss in the eyes of the pair of apricot blossoms.

Xiao Jinxuan opened his mouth to explain: "I didn't send that WeChat. ”

Zhuang Yiman's movement of picking vegetables in her hand was slightly paused, she raised her eyelids to look at Xiao Jinxuan, then bent her eyebrows slightly, and asked rhetorically: "Is it?" ”

Obviously, she didn't believe Xiao Jinxuan's words.

Her distrust made Xiao Jinxuan a little discouraged, he no longer defended himself, and silently picked up the chopsticks in front of him to eat.

This is the mode of getting along between the two, whenever there is a disagreement, Xiao Jinxuan will choose to be silent.

In fact, many times, Zhuang Yiman hopes that he can quarrel with himself, so that he may be able to quarrel with some joy of life.

And Xiao Jinxuan felt that Zhuang Yiman, a woman, didn't like to be noisy, and if he said a few more words to hurt her and scare her, things would be even more tricky, so he chose to be silent rationally.

Because of their own thoughts, in the past four years, the communication between the two has become less and less.

After dinner, Zhuang Yiman went upstairs and went back to the room, while Xiao Jinxuan went to the study.

It's just that he sat at the desk for a long time and couldn't calm down, and a trace of fear spread out in his heart for no reason, and there was always an ominous premonition that his marriage with Zhuang Yiman was coming to an end.

After hesitating, he opened the post bar and registered an account, and initiated a question in a certain emotional post bar.

"My wife is a stuffy gourd, how can I express my love to her correctly?"

A short time after the post was posted, some netizens replied.

"What does a man rely on to express his love for a woman? Shameless! No matter how boring your wife is, just carry out the shamelessness to the end, and one day she will be frightened by your shamelessness and compromise with you! ”

"The landlord should not communicate with his wife because he thinks he is a stuffy gourd, communication is the secret to maintaining a marriage. If the wife is still sullen, then as said upstairs, shamelessly push down the wife! ”

"If the wife is a stuffy gourd, then I suggest that the landlord incarnate into a sao bag, so that one thing will drop one thing!"

"In these years, how can there be anything between husband and wife that can't be solved with one shot? If there is, then two shots! ”

"The wall knocks, the bed knocks, all kinds of knocks, I don't believe it, and there won't be a spark!"

Xiao Jinxuan stayed in the study until nearly nine o'clock, and with the help of enthusiastic netizens, he finally had a clue about how to save his marriage.

He happily closed the computer and got up to go back to his room.

The room between him and Zhuang Yiman is very large, occupying half a floor, and the decoration of the room is all designed according to Zhuang Yiman's preferences, which is low-key and luxurious.