After Fan Yujuan left that day, I sat alone on the sofa and thought for a long time. I was wondering, should I be like Fan Yujuan, leave everything behind, and live a more free and easy life?
However, I cannot do it no matter what, distinguish love and sex so clearly.
I envy Fan Yujuan, I envy her for living a free and unrestrained life, and being able to distinguish love and sex so clearly. A lover is a lover, and a husband is a husband. I resent myself and my cowardly character. I am a typical Gemini personality, always raising the flag.
You may be in a dilemma and put yourself in an embarrassing situation and suffer alone.
In this situation, what should I do? Should I leave? Or should I not leave? If I don't leave, should I also find a physical comfort product like Fan Yujuan said? But in that case, can I be worthy of my own conscience?
I closed my eyes tightly and covered my painful face with my hands.
At around eleven o'clock that night, my husband Deng Wenliang came back.
Seeing me sitting on the sofa alone and dazed, he asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
It wasn't until he called me that I came back to my senses from my endless meditation, subconsciously said "Oh", then stood up and took the leather bag in his hand, and took the suit jacket he took off.
I've always been like this. Even though I know that he is neglecting me more and more day by day, and that his heart is no longer with me and is given to another young and beautiful girl, I am still used to serving him as always. This has become
It has become a habit in my life that is easy to change, just like when we were very young not long after we got married, I always dressed him up carefully and told him how to dress to look more attractive.
I am a relatively simple and low-key woman in life, but I like to dress my husband and children beautifully, which will give me a huge sense of accomplishment.
My husband happily enjoyed the services I provided him. I hung up his clothes and he was already sitting on the sofa, so I went to make him a cup of tea that would not affect his sleep.
Wen Liang sat back on the sofa, pulled back his tie, and rubbed his brow bones tiredly. It looked like he was very tired today.
I gently sat on the sofa opposite him, pinched my fingers, and thought about what to say to him next.
Looking at my white knuckles, I thought hard in my heart, I couldn't sell Juan, saying that she heard that my husband bought a house for his lover, but there were some things I thought it was time to make it clear to my husband.
As if he felt that I was hesitant to speak, he raised his head and glanced at me. Our eyes met. I cleared my throat and summoned up the courage to say to him: "Wen Liang, I'm going to...Xiaoyu's place to visit her on Saturday."
, in front of a new house, I...I saw your car, and I saw you...going in with Assistant Yang..."
I looked at Deng Wenliang with inquiring eyes. His eyes were stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal. He looked at me calmly and said: "Man, don't think so wildly. Xiao Yang and I have nothing to do with each other. I'm here."
In the business world, some things have to be done well. That day we attended the family dinner for Brother Xu to move into his new home. I took Xiao Yang there, but it was just out of courtesy and official business. Don't listen.
Others talk nonsense, but we have been in a relationship for more than ten years. To me, you are not only my wife, but also a relative of my flesh and blood..."
As I spoke, my husband held my hand. He stared at me steadily, his eyes warm and magnanimous. His eyes had a power that made you believe that his words were true.