Jia Ru can come back

Chapter 12 Keeping a number for more than ten years

The air pressure has been low all morning, and someone's breath has never been flat when he wakes up.

For breakfast, I fried a few poached eggs with a glass of milk.He drank the milk but didn't eat the eggs. When he saw that I was about to get up after eating, he asked in a bad tone: "Have you forgotten that I don't like eggs?"

"Don't forget, eggs are nutritious."

After leaving that sentence, I went into the bathroom. It is a kind of etiquette to keep makeup simple in the workplace. I used an eyebrow brush to swipe it twice and then applied lipstick. I looked in the mirror much better than when I woke up in the morning.

When I went out, Zhou Yu blocked the door, "Where are you going with such a beautiful woman?"

"Go to work." You don't have to go to work on weekends, and you already asked for a day off yesterday.

"Can't you ask for leave?"

Hearing this, I asked back, "Have you asked for leave?"

He reached into his trouser pocket and took out his cell phone, "I'll call now."

"You call, I have to go to the unit to report, there is still a case waiting for me to deal with today."

He stopped dialing and raised his eyes with doubts: "A case?"

"I work in court."

Zhou Yu didn't leave when he went out, and I didn't bother him, so he wouldn't take advantage of my absence to take the house away.

I drove away and arrived at the courthouse in 15 minutes after staggering the morning rush hour.I bumped into Xiao Dong at the door, and he raised his eyebrows at me: "Shouldn't you rest for two more days to adjust?"

"No need."

I asked Xiao Dong for the leave. He knew that I went to sign the divorce agreement with Chen Huan yesterday.

It was only the two of us when we entered the office. I watched Xiao Dong make tea and blow on the floating tea leaves, and then took a sip. Then I slowly said, "I'm married again."

Successfully saw Xiao Dong spit out a mouthful of tea.

Xiao Dong put down his teacup and walked over with a funny expression on his face. He put his hands on my table and asked, "What did you say? Married again? With whom? Could it be Chen Huan again?"

Seeing Xiao Dong speak so incoherently is not in vain when I just waited for him to make tea.

Shaking his head, he confessed to him, "It's not Chen Huan, it's Zhou Yu."

This time Xiao Dong was so stunned that his jaw almost dropped, he reached out and touched my forehead, "Xiao Ru, you don't have a fever, do you?"

"Fuck you." I laughed and cursed and knocked his hand off.

"Why are you still daydreaming here without a fever? You and Zhou Yu? How is that possible? Did Chen Huan say something to irritate you yesterday, or... the divorce didn't go well? It's not his family who scolded you Are you?"

The more you say it, the more outrageous it is. Is it so unconvincing that Zhou Yu and I are married?

I knocked on the table to signal him to be quiet, then casually took out my phone and flipped through the photos.Before leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Zhou Yu made a request, and both of them forwarded a photo of their marriage certificate to Moments.

I took a picture and forwarded it, but I used a new number, and none of the friends on it were added.Otherwise, if the circle of friends had been posted in less than a minute, it would have exploded, and Xiao Dong would not have been ignorant and still suspicious.

After opening the photo, he handed the phone to Xiao Dong and asked him to see it by himself.

There are photos of me and Zhou Yu on the marriage certificate, and the names are clearly written on it.

Suddenly, I felt like I was showing off a little bit.

After seeing the photo, Xiao Dong put down his phone, he still had hesitation on his face: "Isn't this made by the photoshop software on the Internet?"

"roll!"

Later, when Xiao Dong wanted to ask, a colleague came in, so he temporarily hid himself.However, I received a text message from him a few minutes later, asking me to explain clearly when I have lunch.

It was only after reading Xiao Dong's text messages that I realized that there were still several unread text messages, all sent from the same number.

Click it, and it says this:
Wife, this is your husband's number, remember to mark it for me.

Have you arrived at the unit yet?Why don't you text me back?
At noon, I will go to your unit to find you for dinner, and wait for me.

I can figure out whose number this number belongs to with my toes, not to mention that I am familiar with this number.

Inexplicably stunned, there will be people like me - keeping a number for more than ten years.

(End of this chapter)