Chapter 19: You'll be forty years old next year

After taking a shower, he was so hungry that he rummaged through the refrigerator and only found a pack of quick-frozen dumplings, Peng Zhengting reluctantly boiled the dumplings, waited for the water to boil, and took his mobile phone to see if there was any movement in his wife and daughter's circle of friends, but both of them blocked themselves.

sighed, boring flipping through his hands, his work WeChat and life are not separated, the large number of friends usually don't look at it at all, and most of them are blocked, and useless information is a kind of time pollution in his opinion.

At this moment, he flipped to the photo of Jian Nuofa, the ID he hadn't changed, and he didn't know who it was at first glance, and when he wanted to block it, he was attracted by the last photo of dinner.

It's just a few side dishes, all of which are about the size of one person, and the person who posted the photo looks very good at living.

So he clicked on the first few photos, the sunset was very beautiful, Peng Zhengting didn't remember the last time he looked up at the sky, and then, although he was wearing a mask, he recognized Jian Nuo and Mo Xiaoyu.

But subconsciously decided that this was Jian Nuo's circle of friends, and those warm meals were also made by her.

It should be the impression that the appearance gives people, in order to verify his judgment, he opened the work group, looked for it according to the business card, and sure enough, it was Jian Nuo.

Just looking at the photo again, I saw a familiar brand in their pile of shopping bags, but the water was boiling, put down the phone and put down the dumplings, and suddenly heard movement outside, he immediately turned off the fire and walked out of the kitchen.

Lin Yan came back, took off her shoes in the entrance and came in barefoot, seeing that her husband just glanced lightly, and then walked inside, her eyes fell on the dining table, and the torn divorce agreement touched her heart.

But she didn't have a seizure, she went straight to the bedroom, didn't wait for Peng Zhengting to follow, exited again, went to the storage room and dragged a box, Peng Zhengting grabbed it and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Lin Yan said angrily: "Don't be naΓ―ve, is it interesting?" ”

Peng Zhengting clenched his fists, endured his anger, and said as calmly as possible: "Let's talk about it, I will agree to any request you have, Lin Yan, you will be forty years old next year......

"Forty years old, so divorce is worthless, is it?" Lin Yan looked at him coldly, "You've said this for the second time, threatening me?" ”

"Don't be vexatious, I mean, we've been married for so many years, and our daughters are fifteen years old." Peng Zhengting usually talks about what he wants to say and fight for in his work, and he never loses in his mouth, but as soon as he has a dispute with his wife, he can't speak.

Lin Yan said indifferently: "If there is nothing new to talk about, we don't need to talk about it, everything that should be said is clear." I don't want anything from you, just give me my daughter, in fact, she will be an adult in a few years, and she will be able to make her own choices when the time comes. If you refuse to agree on a divorce, then wait for me to sue, Peng Zhengting, I don't want to live with you, I don't want you anymore, please let me go. ”

Seeing her husband dragging the lever of the suitcase, Lin Yan gave up, she just came back to get a few sets of formal clothes, so she returned to the bedroom, took a few sets out of the cloakroom, and walked out with her bare hands.

Peng Zhengting's eyes were scarlet, and he said angrily: "Do you think that my husband is not qualified, what about you, do you think you are good as a wife?" You call your daughter back and ask, are you qualified as a mother? ”

Lin Yan smiled: "Yes, I'm not qualified, let's get a divorce quickly, there are a lot of good women outside waiting for you to choose, you are only in your early forties, and you are very sought-after." ”

Peng Zhengting was so angry that he couldn't say a word, but Lin Yan didn't leave immediately, as if to confirm whether her husband was so angry with her that he vomited blood, and seeing that Peng Zhengting could still gasp, he hugged his clothes and walked out of the door as if he was relieved.

The electronic sound of the door lock opening and closing, it sounds very harsh, and there is an echo in the empty home, Peng Zhengting looked at this home tiredly, and what appeared in front of him was that they finally had the money to buy a big house, when a family of three moved in, the wife and daughter cheered, the three of them rolled on the carpet, and the daughter insisted on squeezing in the middle, but the wife still crossed the daughter and kissed herself, and said affectionately: "Husband, I love you." ”

In a blink of an eye, he was the only one left in such a big house.

There was a faint pain in his stomach, Peng Zhengting knew that he was hungry, but the dumplings were soaked in boiling water, and the skin was about to melt.

Looking at the chaotic soup, his mind became just as confused, and he propped his hands on the stove, full of anger and pain, and with nowhere to vent his anger, he slammed his fist on the marble......