Bring back ex-wife and baby

Chapter 55

She has always kept herself clean, but she still hears people calling her mean, bitch when she walks through the crowd.

This world has always been turned upside down, she is no longer Miss Qianjin, she is no longer the young lady of the Meng family, she is just Song Zhizhi living in a simple rented house, a humble woman with a clean soul and a dirty body.

Fortunately, her spirit has never been high, no matter whether she is rich or poor, she can adapt quickly, and she will not complain about herself. The previous superior life is already a passing dream, why bother to linger so hard?

Is it useful for her to complain, or cry, recalling the brilliance of the past?The sky will not drop a check to her, and her mother's illness will not improve overnight, and she will go hungry if she doesn't work as usual.

Zhizhi has one of the greatest strengths, but also a fatal flaw. She accepts her fate, so after God arranged these sufferings, she didn't complain, and silently obeyed the fate's arrangement.

When Zhizhi got off the bus, it was the dusk of early autumn, and the bloody setting sun covered the sky densely, outlining a magnificent and moving picture and brilliant light. Zhizhi stood silently at the roadside platform. She got off work early today, so she could Leave a little time for yourself.

Walking alone along the opposite road from home, the steps are brisk, with the head bowed and the walk is very slow, the occasional car horn will startle her, and she will stand on the side of the road for a long time, until the car is gone. When it was too late, she calmed down her heartbeat and continued to move forward.

She is so timid, afraid of crowds, traffic, and all sudden noises.

I remember that when I just moved to the cheapest rental house, Zhizhi was so scared that she couldn’t sleep every night. Any movement outside the window would make her break into a cold sweat, because her reputation had already spread, and those gangsters or hooligans saw her. She wanted to go there and harass her, even at night, someone would knock on her window.

Whenever at this time, my mother would run out like a lunatic with a kitchen knife and scold people. The scolding was so vulgar and ugly. Those men whistled and ran away. Zhizhi sat on the bed and covered the quilt and cried silently. The one who was crying was almost collapsed, and the one who was crying really wanted to die like that and go to find his father.

But she couldn't die, she didn't dare to go to her father after she died, and she couldn't enter heaven even if she died, she could only be a lonely ghost and be bullied all the time.

When her father was dying, she told her to be good to her mother for the rest of her life. If she couldn't even fulfill her father's last wish, she would not forgive herself.

Therefore, over the years, when she was almost unable to hold on, she would go to her father's cemetery and sit for a while, just talking and looking at his photos, and she would be filled with courage again.

Such a long road, so many roads, such a complicated city street, such a big world, but she has come there.

The hotel he once loved has long since turned into a huge office building, and the coffee shop diagonally opposite the hotel has become a nightclub full of sensuality.

All the remembrances of her and him fade away bit by bit, being overwhelmed and abandoned by this rapidly developing city.

Zhizhi just stood there quietly, smiling shallowly from beginning to end, she smiled very carefully and beautifully, the tall buildings rising from the ground covered up and destroyed the last happiness in her memory, she didn't feel any heartache , not a single tear fell.

In front of her father, in front of Fu's family, in front of Jing Yuan, what's the point of her humble pursuit of happiness?

It is better to forget, it is better to forget.

When it was time to get off work, the streets began to be noisy and bustling, Zhizhi ran in the opposite direction, the bustling street scene was her lonely background, she lowered her head, such a thin body, but it was unbreakable, just so slow and firm walking.

Her hair is cut short, but her face is small and delicate, because she is thin, her eyes are getting bigger and bigger, they are black and shiny, and the clothes she wears are very ordinary or even old, but she just walks timidly like that However, it seems that she is the only one in this world. In the crowd, her existence can be seen at a glance.

Zhizhi left without nostalgia, she would never appear here again, even if she had to pass by, she would never take a look at the office building and nightclub again.

**
It's seven o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles.

In the garden in the courtyard, there are clusters of gardenias planted among all kinds of delicate flowers. They are white and small, swaying slightly in the warm wind, with a shy and pleasant appearance.

Shen Manjun was holding a small watering can in her hand, and she was only wearing a white hollowed-out lace morning coat. She had beautiful long black hair, gathered on one side and hung on her chest. She had no makeup on, and her face was a little careless. With a lazy and charming expression, he focused on the flowers, with a beautiful smile on his lips.

After Meng Shaoting finished washing, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and came out. Through the huge glass wall, he saw Manjun's figure. His eyes paused for a moment, and he turned to go to the closet to get his clothes.

Manjun replaced the black shirts with the white one she likes, Meng Shaoting still frowned slightly and took one out to put on. When he was standing in front of the mirror and putting on his tie, Manjun hugged his waist from behind .

His back was slightly stiff, and Meng Shaoting had a gentle smile in his eyes. He still skillfully tied his tie, and said slowly, "Wake up so early, have you rested?"

Man Jun's face turned red all of a sudden, she pinched his waist with her two small hands, and said angrily, "Shao Ting..."

Meng Shaoting laughed lowly, the laughter seemed to flow from his chest, he put on his tie, turned around, Manjun saw such a handsome face appearing in front of him, So clear.

A strong sense of happiness welled up in her heart, but it was also accompanied by a slight sense of fear. Is this man, finally, hers?
Seeing the happy flush on her face, Meng Shaoting still had that lazy smile in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to pinch Manjun's chin, lowered his head to kiss her, Manjun trembled with joy, and wrapped his little hands softly around her body, gentle response...

Meng Shaoting kissed, but was slightly in a daze. Manjun's body carried a faint scent of gardenia. He remembered this scent very clearly, and it was someone's favorite scent.

When he hesitated for a moment, Man Jun looked at him with trembling eyelashes and wide eyes: "Shao Ting?"

Meng Shaoting came back to his senses, smiled softly, and then lowered his head to kiss her again. Manjun's lips were beautifully long, and the color was delicate and charming. She leaned against his arms softly and bonelessly, and she should He was moved with pity, but if he kissed again, he didn't feel any more.

Gently let her go, and saw the gleam in Manjun's eyes. Her lips were a little swollen from his kiss, but they were cute. Meng Shaoting stretched out his finger to stroke her lips gently, and said lovingly: " I'm off to work, if you're bored, go shopping with Linney."

His pampering actions and such caring words made Manjun's heart burst with joy, and she nestled in his arms and acted coquettishly and refused to let go: "The sun is so bright today, I don't want to go shopping, I'm so scared, what's more Givenchy, which people like, hasn’t released a new model yet, so I don’t want to go shopping.”

Meng Shaoting was still smiling slightly, holding her long hair and playing with it in his hand: "Didn't you read the recipe a few days ago and want to learn how to cook?"

Man Jun pouted, and handed her fair and soft fingers, which were as white as scallions, to him: "Look, when people wash vegetables and cook, their fingers become thicker. Besides, there is a chef cooking. Don't need me!"

Man Jun smiled like a child, but Meng Shaoting stood there in a daze.

He looked at Manjun's outstretched hand in front of him, slender and moving in front of him, and he suddenly remembered that at a banquet a few years ago, she was drunk and led him to climb the wall, the night was so soft Charming, she was sitting on a high wall, with clumps of roses blooming beside her skirt, she smiled and stretched out her hand to him, her eyes were as bright as stars in the sky.

He still remembered that she loved to cook very much, and she made all the dishes he liked. He said that he didn't like tomatoes and carrots. Seriously, these two things would never be seen on the table in the future.

It was only now that Meng Shaoting vaguely remembered that he had never asked her what she liked to eat. Perhaps her favorite dishes were those two dishes that he hated.

She used to wash her hands and make soup every day, but he never took it seriously.

But now, when I think about the life that I regard as bondage, and when I think about those times that I hate to the extreme, I can't stop feeling sad.

The way she smiled at Yanyan, the way she tilted her head coquettishly at him and acted like a baby, the way she signed the divorce agreement with a pale face, the way she sat there and told him slowly that the child had fallen.

Four years later, why would it still appear in his mind from time to time, reminding that there is still a woman named Fu Jingzhi in this world.

He always knew that he had never loved her, including now, but he didn't know why he still dreamed of her occasionally after four years in Los Angeles.

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