President Fu's new wife

Chapter 760
But this time, no matter what he did, even if he used those tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of business to force her, she would just ask him nonsense like don't worry.

But tonight, she said that they are a family, even if they are divorced, they are still a family.

She said he did what he asked her to do, and she said she obeyed his arrangement.

But now that the children are all asleep, at such a good time, she still wants to just pass by like this.

She seemed to like to prevaricate one thing, but he couldn't do it.

He felt breathless, so when she turned his head, he raised his eyes and looked at her so coldly, her ignorance.

He couldn't help laughing: "Forget it, you go to sleep."

But she didn't know whether to go or stay, she just lowered her eyes slightly, and then went to her daughter's room.

After taking a shower, she changed into the pajamas prepared by the hotel, but she couldn't help frowning. She didn't like wearing other people's clothes, even if they were sterilized.

But already here, and already in the middle of the night, although he is still there, he will no longer prepare everything for her like in the past.

So she just lay on the bed with her daughter dressed like that, and seeing her daughter sleeping soundly, she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

You have nothing to say to me?

The apex of her heart trembled fiercely, she didn't realize it later, it was just that she couldn't talk about it.

So I just lay there quietly, thinking so quietly.

And he was leaning on the sofa, the sound of the TV program was turned down to the minimum, and he was lying there watching the TV.

The slender figure looked a little sad on the sofa, but he still persisted.

The living room seemed extraordinarily quiet, and the surrounding atmosphere was so peaceful.

Just because, this night, it has been more than two years.

When they met again, they were still in the same house again. He had laughed several times in his heart, but there was no expression on his face.

Not just happy, not just sarcasm.

The torment in my heart is only known to me.

It has been so long, so long that he is about to forget her appearance.

He also didn't expect that when his grandfather left, he would make a phone call without hesitation.

When he had the idea of ​​calling her that time, he was sure that she would come back, but after that call, at the funeral, he thought that he might have overestimated himself.

However, she did not disappoint him.

Although she didn't come back alone.

The appearance of that little one surprised him. He has ignored her affairs for more than two years, and no one has even mentioned to him that she has a child.

And this kid—

He couldn't imagine that she was pregnant when she filed for divorce.

But she still wants to do it.

She had already made up her mind, but it made him gnash his teeth in hatred.

The ball game was still going on, but he turned over and lay on the sofa afterwards, just quietly looking at the lamps on the roof.

The sharpness in the deep eyes seems to have rested, and the rest is only tranquility.

Then she seemed to suddenly remember something, hugged the blanket and went out.

The lights outside have already been turned off, the TV is still on but there is no sound, his slender figure is on the sofa, and because his legs are too long, he has gone far away from the sofa.

She couldn't help but pondered slightly, knowing that it would be like this.

He always fell asleep on the sofa sometimes, and then he would have a fever the next day.

She stepped forward, gently covered him with the blanket by the light from the TV, and then looked at him in a bent posture.

He didn't sleep.

She looked up and saw him staring at her.

Those deep eyes seemed to be a bottomless abyss.

Her heart skipped a beat because he wasn't moving at all.

Just looking at her like that, without words, movements, or expressions.

But those eyes, which were obviously quiet, were like countless sharp knives stabbing towards her heart.

One knife at a time, neither fast nor slow, was enough to kill most of her life.

But in fact he did nothing.

It was just the dark eyes looking at her, nothing else.

She looked away: "I thought you were asleep!"

After the hoarse voice, she wanted to get up but was suddenly grabbed by a strong force, and after she recovered, she was already lying under him.

The speed of the movement is terrifying.

She just stared at him blankly, and his crazy eyes were finally expressed in front of her.

One hand tightly clutched her two arms, and it had been too long since he had looked at her like this when he was awake.

He drank a little wine tonight, but he was so sober that he felt ridiculous.

And she just—

That's how she cruelly gave him the death penalty and then came back to give him a glass of wine.

Did she think she could really handle everything?

Did she think he would accept her coming back after being so cruel?

He looked at her coldly, and the complex emotions in his eyes finally turned into hatred: "What's the use of doing this?"

With such a deep and painful voice, her heart was gripped fiercely, as if she had been stirred by a blender and didn't know what to do.

She couldn't remember anything, but he was still in front of her, she opened her mouth, and his existence was still so real in the blurred vision.

She raised her hand slowly, her fingertips were about to touch the fabric of his shirt, but she put it down in the end, holding onto the sofa tightly.

She couldn't see what he looked like, and she didn't know what she looked like.

It's just that at this moment, my heart is so painful and my mind is so confused.

He just looked at her so resentfully, almost gnashing his teeth: "Zhuo Xing, you overestimate yourself."

A low sentence, then he sneered and slowly got up, picked up the blanket that fell on the floor and threw it on her body, then turned coldly and headed towards the master bedroom.

And she was lying on the sofa like a fool, unable to say anything or do anything.

Just for a long time, both hands clutched the blanket tightly.

He was right, she was overestimating herself.

She shouldn't have come out to bring him blankets.

No, she shouldn't have gone to his office building and sat next to him.

So instead she was lying on the sofa.

In the silent space, there were still only the constantly changing colors on the TV screen, and she was lying there quietly.

If all this is wrong, are you willing to do it all over again?
She wanted to answer that she knew it.

Just like she would take the children to a party and successfully avoid drinking with her colleagues to celebrate.

(End of this chapter)