Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 792
Ye Tingchen smiled lightly: "It's okay, here you are if you like, don't face it if you don't want to face it, anyway, I won't let you leave me."

He indulges, spoils, and does everything.

As long as she wanted it, as long as he had it, she would be satisfied, even if it cost his life.

They didn't know how long they stayed outside, but it was the students who came out of the store and called them before they came back to their senses.

Le Yan'er's face was a little hot, while Ye Tingchen acted like a normal person.

"Onioba, we really don't want to disturb your good business, but we are going home, and it's not good not to say anything. After we leave, you continue! But it's a bit cold at night, keep warm!"

"Unnie, conquer Oppa!"

"Oni, we support you, throw down the male god!"

After speaking, they left with a smile.

Le Yan'er lowered her head in embarrassment, her face was red, her eyes were rolling, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground and slip down.

"What do you think of their proposal?"

"...Not much, it's getting late, let's go back early."

Now, she has acquiesced to the fact that Ye Tingchen and herself are sleeping in the same room.

She still slept on the bed at night, and he made a bunk on the floor.

She wanted to turn off the lights, but Ye Tingchen refused.

"I want to take a good look at you."

"Haven't you seen it?"

"I've seen it, but I think about it now." For no reason, I just wanted to take a good look at her before turning off the lights.

"I got a little fatter, and finally I'm not as strong as before. I can see that you are very happy here, and you have become more confident."

"Well, there are no cynical people here, and you won't be gossiped by the media every day. The kind landlord and lovely students have something to do every day, so you don't feel like doing nothing. I think I like this kind of life, so you What? Do you like it?"

"As long as you like it, I like it."

"Then would you like to live here with me? We don't need to open a shop, we can just help here, or we can go back to city A and open a shop by ourselves, I will be the proprietress, and you will be the boss, how about it?"

"I may not be able to leave the job of LN, and I have very little time with you, is that okay?"

"Is that so...can't you give up?"

Le Yan'er said with some disappointment that she didn't know what he was doing in LN, but he seemed to be very busy running around every day, and he rarely called or texted him during working hours, so he had no idea what he was doing.

He doesn't seem to have the habit of reporting, and she never interferes with his work.

"Not yet."

"Since this is the case, then wait a little longer, and we will live like this when you are free." Although disappointed, he is still full of longing for the future.

Ye Tingchen fell silent, and the room suddenly became silent.

She was speechless for a while, and she suddenly felt cold.

The body was curled up into a small ball, and the eyes were tightly closed.

It took a long time before she heard him say sorry.

But she didn't dare to respond, pretending to be asleep.

The next morning, she woke up at eight o'clock and found that Ye Tingchen had gone out. Sister Yang said he was going to buy flowers.

The white briar she likes is very similar to roses, but it is not a flower shop's favorite species, because the wild ones are mixed and difficult to take care of, so few flower shops sell them.

Le Yan'er noticed the bouquet a few days ago, the address of the florist was on the greeting card.

You can only buy it in the urban area, and it takes half an hour to drive there.

It takes an hour to go back and forth, no wonder he has already left at eight o'clock.

She borrowed the kitchen from Sister Yang. He used to cook for herself, and he worked hard to buy flowers. Now she has to pay for it.

I went to the morning market to buy fresh chicken with mushrooms and came back to make porridge. I bought soybeans and soaked them to make fresh soybean milk.

He has a picky stomach and doesn't eat outside food, so she has to work hard to do well.

At nine o'clock, the porridge was ready, and within a few minutes of her serving it, he knocked on the door and came back.

As usual, she went to open the door for him and fetch him slippers.

When Ye Tingchen saw that it was her who opened the door, he still couldn't react, and stood at the door without coming in.

"what happened?"

"I feel like I'm dreaming."

Le Yan'er couldn't help chuckling: "It's not a dream, come in, I'll make you breakfast."

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"When I got up two mornings ago, I couldn't see you, so I got up an hour earlier this time, but I still didn't see you. It seems that I will wake up earlier next time."

"Your white rose." He handed it over, a big bunch, with dozens of branches in it, clustered together, exuding a faint fragrance.

This is not wild, because roses bloom in May and June, and they are all artificially cultivated now.

However, she was already very happy to receive the bouquet.

She circled his hand and entered the door, and said: "Actually, wild rose is my mother's favorite. I know everything about her, and finally I like it myself. She doesn't like flowers in the greenhouse, she likes flamboyant beauties very much. A wild and unruly flower. Wild roses like to grow on roadsides, streams, and jungles. They have tenacious vitality. Roses can bloom all summer, but roses can only bloom once a year. Although not as strong as roses, my mother always felt that she Low-key is actually arrogant."

"Like you, low-key and proud."

"Are you praising me or hurting me?"

"I'm praising you, can't you hear it?" He spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

His black eyes flickered, a little confused.

His boasting words were really mediocre, with no ups and downs in his tone, as if he was declaring something.

Le Yan'er smiled, and urged him to eat breakfast quickly, lest it would taste bad if it got cold.

But halfway through the meal, his cell phone rang suddenly.

When he answered, his face became more and more serious, as if he had encountered something difficult.

"Sorry, I have to go back first, Chen Luo has already come to pick me up."

"Is this going?"

"Yes."

He got up, Le Yan'er picked up his coat and followed his footsteps.

Ye Tingchen stood at the door, stretched out his arms to wrap around her body, and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"I'll come to you at night, wait for me."

After saying that, he turned and left.

However, he did not come to him at night.

I called, but the first time I didn't get through, the second time I was hung up, and the third time...he finally answered the phone.

Said that there was something urgent tonight, so I couldn't go there, and I forgot to notify her.

After she listened, she gave a soft "oh", then told him not to come if he had something to do, and hung up the phone hastily after speaking.

The hand holding the mobile phone gradually lost its temperature, and the palm suddenly became cold.

Those cute high school students all looked at her, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with Oppa?"

"Are you not coming today?"

"Woooooo, it's so sad that O'Neill is alone."

"not coming."

Le Yan'er tried her best to raise the corners of her mouth, trying to squeeze out a bright smile, but that smile was uglier than crying.

They probably also felt her sadness, so they didn't bother, and left after shopping in a hurry.

In the end, Le Yan'er cleaned up the shop by herself.

(End of this chapter)