Looking at Zhang Yi's call, it is estimated that he asked me about Zhang Ziang.

After answering the phone, he really asked me, "Xiao Chen, Zhang Ziang went with his mother, right?" ”

"No, Zhang Ziang is following me now, he has something to do, I'll contact his mother after I'm done."

"What can this kid do? Did you ask him to take him to the arcade to play games? ”

My own son didn't know me at all, and I didn't know how he was a father.

I said to him: "No, he has something to do with his classmates, I'm with him now, Mr. Zhang, don't worry." ”

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, Xiao Chen."

I answered twice and hung up the phone, feeling a little awkward.

Although I can't be sure if Zhang Yi has greened me, it seems that everything points to him now.

If it's really him, then it means that my wife has been sorry for me since a year ago.

And for more than a year, I didn't even notice anything.

If Zhang Bin hadn't accidentally seen his wife in that live broadcast room, maybe I would still be kept in the dark.

I really couldn't figure out why my wife did this, she was so chilling to me.

And Zhang Yi, if it is really him, then why should he be kind to me?

Is it because you feel indebted to me?

If that's the case, then he gave me the business of Changfeng Shopping Mall, can it be understood as a kind of charity?

The more I thought about it, the more painful it became, and the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became.

I sat down on the staircase in the hallway, lit a cigarette and inhaled hard.

After smoking this cigarette, I completely overturned my suspicions.

Because there is no evidence for all this, it is just my own suspicions.

First of all, if it was really Zhang Yi, then I should have noticed something was wrong a long time ago.

Secondly, he could have used his power to kick me out of the company.

But no, he even handed over the business of Changfeng Shopping Mall to me, and he didn't need to curry favor with me.

While I was thinking about it all the time, the door finally opened.

Zhang Ziang walked out of it, and it was the girl who sent him out.

As soon as he came out, he saw me sitting on the stairs and asked me in some surprise, "Uncle, are you sitting here?" ”

"Isn't it worrying about you, I've been waiting for you here."

After that, I asked him again, "Have you apologized?" ”

"Hmm." He nodded happily.

"Then she accepted your apology, right?"

"Yes, and I made an appointment with her to help me with my language lessons."

"Really?"

"Really, uncle, it really works when you call me this method, thank you uncle."

I smiled, touched his head, and said, "Then you can call your mother now, I will hand you over to your mother, and it will be considered that the task has been completed." ”

He was a little reluctant, pouted and said, "Uncle, in fact, I would prefer to be with you." ”

"Don't, I still have a lot of things to do, I don't have time to take you."

He sighed softly and said, "I know! So, I'm going to call my mom now. ”

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the fucking phone, and after a few words, he said to me again: "Uncle, let's go and wait outside, my mother will come here to pick me up immediately." ”

Coming with him to the outside of the compound, I went to buy two popsicles, one for each person, and waited on the side of the road.

As if he was afraid that I would forget, he said to me while eating popsicles: "Uncle, you remember what I told you yesterday, accompany me to the old boy's concert!" ”

"Remember, just call me then."

He nodded, and said to me again: "Uncle, I will also remember your affairs, and I will be your little undercover agent in the future." ”

The words "little undercover" really made me laugh, I never thought that I would reach a consensus with a twelve-year-old child.

After waiting for a while, his mother came and picked him up.

I watched them leave before I regained my heart and started to take care of my own business.

It's noon again, and I'm going to go home to change clothes and fully charge my phone by the way.

When I got home, it was empty, and my wife was not at home.

I sent her a WeChat message and asked her where she had gone?

My wife told me that there was a photography school today that needed models, and that she would come early in the morning and might have to come back later.

After telling me, as if I was afraid that I wouldn't believe it, he sent me a photo of him at work, a group of students and a studio.

I knew she had a part-time job as a model, and I didn't really want her to go out to work, but only if she was allowed to go out would she have a chance to get involved with that adulterer.

And I have a chance to find the truth.

Even though I hadn't been home for the night, home gave me a feeling of being away from home.

As I stood in the empty living room, I suddenly thought about how much my wife and I had a vision for the future when I bought the house.

She said she liked the little fresh decoration style, so I made several different renderings overnight to show her.

She said that she liked the curtains with the texture of white gauze, and I also went to the curtain market to look for three whole days before I found a satisfactory curtain.

She also said that she wanted to put a bathtub in the bathroom so that we could take a bath together in the future in the future.

She also said that she wanted to decorate the two secondary bedrooms into two different styles because it was not known if our children were boys or girls.

Over the years, I have always tried to satisfy her everything, because I love her and I want to give me everything I can give her.

But this slut hurt me fiercely, and she trampled on not only my kindness to her, but also my dignity!

I used to think that home was our safe haven, and no matter how tired and hard I was outside, I would feel relaxed when I came home.

But now, I don't feel that way at all, and I'm even starting to hate it.

After sitting in the living room and smoking a cigarette, I went into the bedroom to find a charger to charge my phone.

However, I found a short hair on my pillow!

It's clear that it's a man's hair, and it's not mine.