He didn't want to get involved, he just vaguely felt that Wang Qiu was not happy.

Standing in the doorway for a moment, he smiled self-deprecatingly, then turned to leave.

And Wang Qiu was even more devastated, in fact, she always knew that she was unhappy, but at least in the eyes of outsiders, she was happy.

As Mrs. Qin, as the wife of the person she loves the most, Wang Qiu feels that she is happy.

But when this mask of self-deception was torn off so indifferently, she became dazed and at a loss.

It turns out that what his marriage is like, outsiders can know it clearly without prying eyes.

Then why did he steal the bell again and again?

It's ridiculous to think about it, I'm afraid that over the years, there have been many people like him who have seen their ruined marriage, but they never make trouble, but they are careful not to lift the veil, as a joke for the audience to watch themselves.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiu's heart ached for a while.

She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so she got up and put on a trench coat and went downstairs to sit in the café.

It was early in the morning, and she casually asked for a hot drink, then leaned back in her chair and spit out smoke rings.

After the beginning of autumn, although the weather is very hot during the day, the wind at night is somewhat cool.

The breeze was blowing slowly, her long hair was gently fluttering behind the chair, she was holding Jiro's legs crossed, her eyes closed as usual, and the hem of her waist behind her trench coat was flying.

She leaned her head back in her chair, her whole face glowing in the moonlight.

Everything looks so beautiful, but only the cigarette between the fingers and the white gas that keeps spitting out in the mouth are incompatible.

When Meng Hao came back from the bar, he saw such a scene.

He was slightly drunk, his face was slightly red, and he saw Wang Qiu soaked in moonlight from a distance.

He was a little distracted, and slowly approached, and Peng sat down on the chair opposite her.

Wang Qiu was startled, and when he saw that it was him, he slowly continued to shake his feet.

Meng Hao held the table with one hand, half of his body leaned in front of her, tilting his head and smiling, just like he had seen him for the first time.

Wang Qiu extinguished the cigarette and came up, and the two faced each other, only one centimeter away from touching the tip of each other's noses.

Wang Qiu looked at him: "I'm not a single mother, I have a husband." ”

Then he got up and walked slowly back to the building.

He looked at her, and today she was wearing a smart off-white trench coat, but she looked slim.

When Wang Qiu returned home, he decided on one thing, that is, divorce.

However, before the divorce, she decided to meet the woman.

……

In the afternoon, Xu Shunian sat in the teahouse, the sun just spilled on half of the table, and I saw that her waist was very straight, and she poured hot water on top of the small brown teapot.

Instantly, the color turns cyan, and as the water drains, the color turns dark brown again.

The small teapot is soaked with tea leaves, wafting out bursts of jasmine flowers, and the smell is calming.

When Wang Qiu stood in front of her, he saw her looking so calm, calm, calm and stable.

It seems that no matter how restless the heart is, it will be soothed when it smells the fragrance of jasmine and sees her calm appearance.

After Chen Shunian saw Wang Qiu, he stood up and stretched out his hand to her.

Wang Qiu didn't hold back, just looked up and down at the woman in front of her, she was wearing a long blue-green skirt at the ankles, wearing beige embroidered shoes, and her long black hair was simply tied to the back of her head with a black leather band.