President Fu's new wife

Chapter 569
I don't know what time I fell asleep, but it was already late when I woke up.

Just smelling something familiar in the room, but it no longer belonged to this house, she slowly opened her eyes, her indifferent eyes were only subconsciously looking at the door.

Then the tall and straight figure came into her eyes.

She slowly got up, but found that she was weak and weak, and she couldn't help but sweat all over her back when she moved.

It's just that he won't know, her hoarse voice: "Why are you here?"

"We haven't divorced yet, this is still my home."

As he spoke, he took a puff of his cigarette, and there was no emotion in his eyes, he just looked at her lightly.

It's like examining the authenticity of a painting.

And she choked up a little, her throat seemed to be on fire, which made her dazzled.

She wasn't divorced yet, and it was still his home. She was surprised that he knew it was his home.

According to his temperament, how could he leave his territory for so long.

"Li Yang came back to look for you?" He whispered, looking down at the soles of his feet.

All the stories in the dark eyes are hidden by him.

Xiao Xing looked at him suspiciously, with countless sadness in those eyes.

But in the end he just sneered: "He is back, but he is not coming back to look for me, he is coming back to apply for a certificate."

Then it was his turn to laugh.

Is Li Yang coming back to apply for a certificate?If it is so false, she will believe it.

He took another puff of cigarette forcefully, his deep eyes locked on her penetrating eyes.

But she no longer looked at him, always having the illusion that he was in pain.

He looked out of the window with dazed eyes, he hadn't heard of rain even though he slept very late last night.

And he was still leaning against the door frame to smoke, looking up at the door frame, he still remembered that he also spent a lot of effort when it was decorated.

Because he thought that the four of them would live together, he struggled for a while when choosing the color.

"Where are the son and daughter?" She asked afterward, unable to remain frozen.

One was sitting stupidly on the bed, and the other was standing stupidly by the door.

"I called when I couldn't find it, and went out with my mother." He looked at her again while talking.

She lowered her head, and then sighed helplessly: "Oh!" But it was a listless reply.

But he looked at her lost look and couldn't help being upset: "Aren't you going to get up yet?"

"Why are you here with me?" She asked, with stubbornness in her eyes.

Fu Zhi was so blocked that he couldn't speak for a while. It was obviously the closest relationship, but now he kept the furthest distance.

Later, he went downstairs with his head down, and she watched his straight back gradually disappear, feeling as if she had knocked over a five-flavored bottle, but got out of bed quickly.

She was too lazy to cook, seeing him sitting on the sofa as if waiting for her, she put on her coat and went down the stairs to sit on the big sofa next to him.

The big sofa used to be his.

"Aren't you going to find something to eat?" He asked suspiciously, seeing her throwing himself into the sofa.

"No need, I'm not hungry!" Her throat was still uncomfortable, but it still couldn't delay her stubbornness.

He sneered: "When did you learn this self-abuse?"

"Who abused himself?" Xiao Xing asked in surprise.

He glanced at her, then lit the cigarette again.

Xiao Xing squinted at him involuntarily, with unbearable dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Does he really want to smoke himself to death?

He was still so young, and he was originally strong and strong, so what a pity if he died of smoking?

But he didn't speak for a long time, and she didn't want to, so she took the remote control and turned on the TV.

Who knew that a certain station was playing a love movie.

The gentle male and female duets in it, and the painful and sad appearance of the male protagonist on TV really make people feel distressed.

Is it after the sweetness, will you just find an excuse?

Different ideals are pursued at different times.

She turned to look at him and saw him sitting there watching TV without any expression.

Can't help choking up, wanting to speak, but opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, finally bowed his head again.

At that time, he also tried his best to let her sit beside him.

But now, it has evolved into such a long distance.

He no longer said to her: Come here!
She doesn't have to be evasive in pretending to be reserved.

It is no longer the rhythm of the past, and it is no longer the time when you gave your heart to the other party when you were deeply in love.

But now that he is sitting here, he doesn't mean it, but she can't help but look up at him, attracting her attention.

The movie is still singing songs, scenes of memories.

It's better to be silent than to quarrel. If you don't love me, just say you don't love me.

Don't shuttle in the garden, tell me that there is too much age difference.

Please don't say it if you don't want to, have you ever thought about me?

Such a sentence hurt me, it hurt me like that.

Please don't talk, if you have loved me, it's better, not bad.

Maybe you love me too much.

"When do you plan to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau?" She asked, looking at the pained appearance of the hero and heroine in the movie, but she wanted to make a quick decision.

Those sad and beautiful almond eyes just stared at the TV screen obsessively, not planning to leave for a long time, as if there was something he was looking for inside.

"Are you in a hurry?" He then turned to look at her, at the stubborn expression on her face, at the determination in her eyes.

She didn't look at him, but raised her eyes slightly, anxious?
It's not the first time they talked about divorce, but this time, it's more serious.

After working so hard, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, which was a sign that he didn't care.

"Yeah, I'm in a hurry." He put his legs on the sofa, then hugged his knees, tight and tight.

His chin rested lightly on the kneecap, suppressing the extremely depressed emotions in his heart.

The hero seems to be in pain, lost, and forced.

Hehe, why do you have to provoke the heroine?
Sure enough, the novels are all forced. There is no such love in the world.

The movement of his hand holding the cigarette butt froze, but the eyes that looked at her seemed to want to pick her alive.

However, she just stayed there quietly.

"Come here!" He suddenly said coldly.

Xiao Xing laughed frustratedly, still in that silent movement, only thinking that he had an illusion.

In fact, once, she really wanted him to say this and let her go to him again.

However, now that he has brought the woman home, she feels that she has wronged herself even by looking at him more.

"Zhuo Xing, come here."

She put down her knees, and simply reclined on the sofa, looking straight at him: "Why don't you come to me, Mr. Fu."

(End of this chapter)