Cold young chasing his wife has a deep routine

Chapter 1099 He realized what it means to regret
Wang Li patted the table, bang bang.

It made An Haiwen's heart beat so hard.

Knowing that she wanted to quarrel again, the man looked helplessly at her stomach, stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go out, you calm down first."

When the words fell, he walked away, regardless of what the woman wanted to say.

It seems to have already formed a habit.

As long as he cooks well, Wang Li will make such a fuss.

Then he escaped and wandered aimlessly in the park, not coming back for dinner until it was almost time.

Every time he came back, Wang Li had finished eating, and there was only leftovers left on the table.

In the past, a nanny would serve him hot meals, but now even hourly workers are unwilling to come, so he is used to eating cold meals.

It's just different today. When he went downstairs, he met a person, a person who surprised him.

Xiao Yimo stood in the corner of the setting sun, pinched a piece of paper and watched An Haiwen walking step by step.

There was a weird smile on his face, which made An Haiwen's hair stand on end.

"Xiao, Assistant Xiao, is something wrong with you?"

Handing the folder to An Haiwen, Xiao Yimo said in a strange way: "This is what our President Leng asked me to hand over to you."

After finishing speaking, before An Haiwen asked what was inside, he added, "Before I advise you to read it, you'd better take a heart-strengthening pill."

An Haiwen was stunned, with an expression of what the hell are you doing.

This time, Xiao Yimo chose to remain silent, but the sympathy on his face when he left made An Haiwen feel sick as if he had eaten a fly.

Carrying the folder, he went to the nearest small park as usual, found a quiet place to sit down, and An Haiwen stared at the dark folder in a daze.

His hands trembled slightly, not just because of the things in his hands, which gave him a bad feeling.

Also because every time I see Xiao Yimo, nothing good will happen.

Xiao Yimo is like an emissary from the underworld, whenever he appears, it will make him realize what it means to regret.

This time, he appeared for no reason.

"Hey! Old Antou, why are you so dazed here? It's getting dark, why don't you go home for dinner?" A new neighbor, passing by with a Maza, reminded An Haiwen that it was getting late.

The man nodded, with a painful expression on his face, and waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and ignored him.

The man didn't care about his attitude, and happily went home for dinner with a Mazar.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark and the words on the folder in his hand could hardly be read clearly, he sighed slightly.

Bite the bullet and opened the top button.

With a splash, the unobstructed photos were scattered all over the place, and some of them drifted far away with the wind, but An Haiwen was shocked and stood there like a sculpture.

The spring breeze came, carrying the chill that had not yet dissipated, scraping against the human skin like a knife, bringing a trace of pain.

Fortunately, it was getting late, and there were no one around, so naturally no one noticed what was happening on An Haiwen's side.

How long An Haiwen had been sitting, even he himself didn't know, if it wasn't for the sudden brake not far away that woke him up, he might have sat like this until he was old.

His rickety body curled up even more, and he slowly got up, picking up the photos on the ground bit by bit.

Every picture is enough to stimulate him to go crazy.

But his expressionless face made it impossible to see the slightest clue.

It wasn't until he was sure that there was nothing left behind that he held the document between his hands and moved towards home as he had come here.

(End of this chapter)