It's Ye Zhiwei!

Instead of leaving, she went back to the house where her parents were, but turned back again.

I could smell the wet scent of her hair on the tip of my nose, and the feelings in my arms were crystal clear.

She was still so attractive, full of attraction to every corner of my body, and I never got tired of it even after many years.

But the sobriety that came out of nowhere allowed me to escape from my sinks and struggle out of our beds.

Ye Zhiwei didn't expect it, she gasped and raised her swan-like neck to look at me, "How long have we not been together?" ”

One month and eight days, of course I remember it clearly!

I can respect her, there was never coercion when she didn't want to, and it didn't matter if she even lived an ascetic life.

But I can't accept that the woman I love so much is thrown into someone else's crotch behind her husband's back, even for any reason!

She still looks confused, as if the person who did that shameful thing is not herself, as if she is a poor person who was innocently snubbed by her husband!

What can I do?

Expose her appearance and tear her face and quarrel again?

Then wake up your sleeping son and make him cry and beg us to stop arguing?

I could only suppress my fire, cover my face and tremble my lips to help her find an excuse to go down the stairs.

"I've got an interview tomorrow morning, from the city TV evening news."

Ye Zhiwei let out a sigh, her expression seemed to be a little excited: "Really? The city TV station is also coming to interview you? Will it be broadcast directly at night? ”

"How do I know, even if it's broadcast, it will take a day or two, right?"

The old media such as TV stations are not the ones on the Internet now, they can be broadcast live immediately, and if the news comes out here, it will be released directly.

It has to be produced, edited, and reviewed after it is finished, and everything is okay before it can be played, and the result may not be watched by a few people.

But its symbolic meaning is different, which represents official affirmation and recognition, and those who can be on TV always represent different meanings.

Ye Zhiwei was very much looking forward to this, she completely forgot the unpleasantness just now, and rubbed her hands excitedly: "Evening news?" In the past, when your company was at its best, you were only mentioned, and you didn't show a single face, but this interview is different. ”

"I have to help you prepare, by the way, they don't have a script, do you have the words to prepare in advance, I heard that some hosts will deliberately make people ugly ......"

The woman suddenly had an unusual enthusiasm for being on TV, but what she said was more or less absurd.

Although it was just an excuse I made casually, I knew that not only the leaders of the police department, but also someone in the city had made special arrangements for this matter.

The title of city hero has been given to me, except for those who don't open their eyes to kill themselves, no one in the system will be bad at this time.

Ye Zhiwei put on her nightgown and jumped out of bed to get busy, I just found a loophole, went to the bathroom and got my mobile phone, it was only nine o'clock in the evening.

I don't know if the reporter rested last time.

I tried to send a message to someone, and there was a quick response.

"Mr. Li Heng? I'm here, and I've just finished writing the interview in my hand. ”

"By the way, what did you think about the last interview?"

It's very welcoming, it's completely different from last time.

I thought about it for a moment and replied to her: "It's okay to interview, I'm at home tomorrow morning, you can bring someone over." ”

Then I sent her the address of my home.

Reporter Wang Yan quickly sent a happy expression, and then replied that she would definitely arrive on time tomorrow morning.

I breathed a sigh of relief, washed my hands and went out to bed.

Ye Zhiwei tossed for a while and then stopped, silently returned to the bedroom to turn off the light and go to bed, this time she didn't lean over again.

We each slept in half a bed, without saying a word, with an invisible gully in between.

When she woke up the next day, Ye Zhiwei cooked a meal and sent her son to school first.

After I washed up, she had already rushed back and took out the clothes I had picked out last night and helped me change them.

It's the suit I bought when I was looking for another job after going bankrupt, it's not cheap, but it's not expensive, but unfortunately I haven't used it a few times, and I hit a wall when I applied for it.

I shaved my beard, combed my hair neatly, changed into that dress, and looked in the mirror still a little bit of the old foundation of the past.

Ye Zhiwei helped me pad the corners of my clothes and tie my tie, and there seemed to be a bit of nostalgia for the past in her expression.

But I know that there is no going back.

She quickly cleaned up the clutter in the house and tidied up the living room, although it was not spacious, but it always had a bit of a taste of hospitality.

At nine o'clock, the doorbell rang, Ye Zhiwei took the initiative to go over to open the door, and Ms. Wang Yan, who was wearing professional clothes, came in with a camera boy carrying a camera.

"Mr. Li, hello Mrs. Li, I am Wang Yan, a reporter from the evening news of the city TV station, and I am here to do an exclusive interview with your husband."

Wang Yan was obviously stunned for a moment when she saw Ye Zhiwei, and then introduced herself with a smile and a hint of reserve.

Ye Zhiwei greeted the two very warmly, and after a polite greeting, the topic turned to business.

After setting up the camera position, the photographer tried the sound audition, reporter Wang Yan looked at the notebook in his hand, said the opening remarks fluently to the camera, and then turned sideways and handed the lens to me.