Newly married wrong love, blaming ex-wife

Chapter 302 I Know A Lot
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Strangely, she took out her mobile phone again, and then called Ling Ze, but it was still turned off, turned off, why turned off again?

His mobile phone is rarely turned off. In the two-point and one-line life, even if the mobile phone is really out of power, it is impossible to turn it off. Could it be that the mobile phone is broken?
She put down her mobile phone again, and didn't bother to ask about Ling Ze's itinerary.
And she waited for an afternoon, or even a night. In the end, she was too sleepy, so she could only sleep first, but she didn't sleep very peacefully all the time. There was always a faint pain in her finger, even the pain was inexplicable, and she was a little helpless because of the pain.

In a daze, she finally fell asleep, but what accompanied her to sleep was still the faint pain no matter how much she ignored it.

It seemed that something had stuck her finger like this.

Although it is not so painful that it hurts to the bone, it is strange and cannot be ignored.

Until there was a sound of opening the door.

As if Mu Tianen felt it, she quickly sat up.

"You're back?" In fact, she knew who was back without looking. The aura belonging to Ling Ze would not change, but why was there a scent of orange blossom that came from no one knew where?
And this kind of fragrance seems a bit too familiar, but such familiarity, such deja vu, she has forgotten, where did she smell this kind of fragrance before?

And there are not many women that she can be familiar with, but she has forgotten who has such an aura.

"Why did you come back so late today?" Mu Tianen didn't mean to blame him, she was just worried because she didn't contact him all day today.

Ling Ze walked over, but he didn't reply to her words, but opened the door and went into the bathroom. When he came out again, he only had the scent of shower gel on him, and other things, such as the one just now The smell that Mu Tianen smelled was gone.

Even Mu Tianen wanted to get back that smell, to remember who it belonged to, but he couldn't get it back.

But Ling Ze never answered her question.

Ling Ze came over and lay down again.

"Ling Ze, I..."

In fact, Mu Tianen just wanted to tell him about her pregnancy, but it seemed that Ling Ze didn't want to hear it.

"I want to sleep."

Ling Ze turned over, and this kind of refusal, and even the coldness in his voice, made Mu Tianen swallow the words that came out of his mouth.

She also lay down, but this night she could only face his back.

Sometimes too much understanding is not a good thing. For example, now, Mu Tianen understands that Ling Ze refuses her approach, but she still doesn't understand what she did wrong, but what is it? Nope.

A few days ago, they were still talking about making zongzi.

That night, she fell asleep in a sudden restlessness, and she always woke up in a state of restlessness, especially the indentation between her fingers, but there was some inexplicable pain.

But when she touched that finger, there was nothing.

It was still that shallow scar, and this scar didn't seem to be on her hand, but on her heart, but she still didn't understand what it was that crossed her heart.

And from this day on, she found that Ling Ze had changed.

He didn't like talking to her anymore, and he also didn't like listening to her voice.

And from the beginning to the end, she didn't tell him about her pregnancy, and she didn't even know what happened?
If you don't inquire, it's just because you believe. If you don't ask, you're just waiting.

And this kind of abnormality also made her become more silent.

Secretary Chen took a book from the bookshelf. In such a place with rapid technological development, she might be a weirdo. She just likes these paper books.

She picked out a few books for herself that could improve her culture. Leaving aside whether you read them or not, at least they can be used to pretend to be X. When she took the books to pay, it was unexpected, as if she saw A somewhat familiar figure from the back.

One male and one female.

One woman and one man.

Ling Ze, there is another woman?
Ling Ze is a man, but that woman is definitely not Mu Tianen, Mu Tianen should be shorter, and Mu Tianen does not have such long hair
She can be sure that this woman is definitely not Mu Tianen.

But who is that?
She has been with Ling Ze for more than ten years. She has followed Ling Ze since she was a young intern. In the past ten years, she has never seen Ling Ze get close to any woman.

At the beginning, he loved Mu Tianqing to death, when Mu Tianqing was not around, the first thing she worried about was not other things, but whether he would die for Mu Tianqing, but he didn't.

Later, there was Mu Tianen, although she still didn't know, how did this year pass between the boss and Mu Tianen?But she knew that it would not be too peaceful.

But no matter what, she always believes that Ling Ze is a man who is loyal to marriage. In his bones, there are things of the Chinese tradition, and this kind of loyalty can be said to be ranked first, but now that woman...

Secretary Chen used his age of 30 to gamble, it would not be easy.

"A total of one hundred and eight dollars."

The voice of the cashier in the bookstore reminded Secretary Chen, but Secretary Chen had no time to waste here.

"Sorry, I won't buy it first."

She hurriedly chased it out, although it was none of her business, but she felt that she seemed to owe herself the truth.

She strode forward, also looking for those two people.

"Is this okay?" The woman smiled softly, as if she was still the same as before, like a perfect little sun, no matter how hard her heart was, she couldn't help being melted.

"OK."

Ling Ze nodded, "It's pretty nice."

"I knew you liked this." The woman compared it with a silk scarf, which was also tied around her neck, and then looked in the mirror for a long time. It was indeed very good, with white grids and yellow grids.

"How did you know?"

Ling Ze was still standing on the side, his eyes were always on her. His black pupils were very deep, and those things that were pressed by her seemed to be even deeper.

The woman's fingers paused slightly, and then put down the silk scarf as if nothing had happened.

"I know a lot, do you want to hear it?"

Regardless of whether Ling Ze wants to listen or not, the women have already started to say, "I know you like white more than black, gray more than blue, you like meat, but not fish, and the coffee you like to drink Not Blue Mountain, but white coffee, you like autumn more than spring, you don’t like watermelon, just because watermelon has a strange smell.”

(End of this chapter)