After the divorce, Mrs. she let herself go

Chapter 187. 187. Don't say he is a dog, is he a pig?

"Xiaoyuan, my mother will also register a Weibo for you some other day. You see, all of your kind are going to use Weibo."

Pei Qi: "..."

Mo Linyuan: "..."

His expression looked at his wife with a complicated expression.

He always felt that the name "Xiaoyuan" had something to do with him, but Pei Zhiyi denied it.

But every time he heard this title, he felt extremely awkward.

Especially when he saw the dog frantically wagging its tail at Pei Zhiyi, his mood became even more delicate.

"Sister, I think Brother Yan is pretty good, don't always say that about him."

"Don't say he is a dog, could it be that he is a pig?"

Pei Zhiyi looked over with cold eyes, and Pei Qi was so frightened that she immediately fell silent.

"That's right. If Shi Boyan wasn't a pig, how could he not cherish such a good girl as Huahua, and he had to wait until she asked for a divorce before starting to regret it."

Hearing this, Mo Linyuan glanced at Pei Zhiyi again, with an unpredictable expression in his eyes.

do not cherish?
Will you regret it when you get divorced?

He didn't know what he thought of, and the corner of his lips curled up in a sarcastic arc.

No, he won't regret it, he won't anyway.

His eyes fell on Pei Zhiyi's side face again, she didn't look at him, but looked at Pei Qi, raised her chin, and said:

"Why did Shi Boyan ask you for a Weibo account? Doesn't he know how to register himself?"

"No, it's the account I registered for him a long time ago. He never cared about it. It's been a few years. Why do I remember asking for an account with me now? How can I remember it after so long?"

While complaining, Pei Qi replied to Shi Boyan's message.

On the other side, Shi Boyan frowned after receiving Pei Qi's reply.

Then, he picked up his phone and downloaded the Jiulang Weibo app.

After logging in to the account and using the mobile phone to change the login password, I successfully logged in.

As soon as he successfully logged in, hundreds of thousands of private messages appeared in the background, and the time can be traced back to six or seven years ago.

Shi Boyan ignored the other private messages, clicked on the front one, glanced at it, and then replied.

When Tong Hua came out of the shower, Shi Boyan was sitting on the sofa with a mobile phone in his hand, as if he was busy with some work.

Every time he was thinking about a problem, he was always silent and focused like this.

Tong Hua froze for a moment, then frowned.

I found that after such a long time, I can still understand some of Shi Boyan's habits like the back of my hand.

She was a little annoyed, frowned, and looked away from Shi Boyan's face.

Hearing the movement, Shi Boyan raised his head and looked at her.

She had just come out of the shower and had changed into a set of light home clothes, her hair hanging down her shoulders.

The long hair after washing has not been blown dry, just wiped with a dry towel, no water is dripping down, but it is still wet.

Compared with the tense appearance of Tong Hua when facing others, this appearance of Tong Hua is more likely to move his heart.

Looking at her, he could always think of the indescribable peace of the years, the peace from the bottom of his heart, which was always brought to him by Tong Hua.

Shi Boyan thought to himself, if he decisively signed the divorce agreement when Tonghua proposed divorce, would he still be able to enjoy such peace and beauty in his life.

Thinking of this, his pupils shrank, and he was actually grateful for his original decision.

(End of this chapter)