At the moment of the accident, she really felt that he didn't love her at all, nor did he love Chengcheng.
There was a rift between them that seemed irreparable.
She even felt that separation was the best way to let each other go.
But he didn't plan that.
He always tries his best to make their marriage continue.
What happened last night?
She couldn't tell whether what he said to Zhao Ran was true or false.
Could last night be a turning point?
If she really loses, will he really take Zhao Ran away?
Then their fate as husband and wife has really come to an end.
Whether they talk or not, they need to have a good talk.
Zhuo Jian figured it out and started to wash up.
Auntie came in from outside and started cleaning up.
Zhuo Jian looked up and saw her taking out some clothes from the dirty clothes basket, then looked at the garbage bag she was holding, and couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"
"The young master said I don't want these clothes anymore."
Aunt replied to her.
Zhuo Jian wiped his hands, walked forward and picked up his coat to look at it. This was the suit he wore yesterday, why didn't he want it anymore?
Mysophobia strikes again?
Or does he dislike her for soiling his clothes?
Zhuo Jian smelled his coat, and there was indeed some alcohol smell, and...
Unfamiliar perfume smell?
And it seems like...
She smelled it again, was it Zhao Ran's perfume?
The image of Zhao Ran throwing herself into his arms suddenly appeared in his mind, but then he thought that the smell of wine was stronger than the smell of perfume, so it was probably the smell of wine that he hated.
If he wants to throw it away, just throw it away.
The mobile phone rang outside and she went to answer it. It was Zhang Mingliang.
Zhang Mingliang said: "Last night, after your husband took you away, Zhao Ran said that Fu Yanye threatened her. If she comes closer, Fu Yanye will bankrupt his brother's company. Do you know this?"
"have no idea."
Zhuo Jian's mind was a little confused. Her memory was so ambiguous that Fu Yanye leaned forward to talk to Zhao Ran on the TV station.
Could it be that she misunderstood?
In fact, she once concluded that Zhao Ran was the type that Fu Yanye didn't like. Zhao Ran's ambition was written in his eyes, too exposed.
But Fu Yanye said last night that he would take away whoever wins.
"Jian, I think your husband is just a straight man and won't express his feelings for you. In fact, he loves you very much. You should stop fighting with him all the time. You two have three lovely babies. You should have a good relationship.
live on."
"He went on a business trip, and he said he would have a good talk with me when he came back."
In fact, she had wanted to have a good talk for a long time. The two of them could never sit down and have a calm talk face to face. Every time it was so intense.
"Well, the year that Chengcheng disappeared, he actually had a very bad life. Every time I saw him, I always felt that there was a dark cloud above his head, and there was no life in his body. For a while, I even thought that he might
I would torture myself to death. Fortunately, I later learned that Chengcheng was fine. Ah Jian, there is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason. The hatred you two have for each other is all because you love each other too much, right?
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"..."
Zhuo Jian couldn't reply to her for a long time, and then hung up the phone. She asked herself, did she still love him?
She didn't go to work that day. She was playing with her children at home and they went to bed, so she went to the study to write a manuscript.
At night, Yuan Man asked her to take a foot bath.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at her: "Can you please stop going out tonight? I want to catch up on a manuscript."
"No, the boss gave instructions before he left, asking us to keep an eye on you to eat well every day and soak your feet. By the way, he also arranged for an old Chinese doctor for you. We will go to the hospital tomorrow and let the old Chinese doctor help you take your pulse and re-
Prescribe medicine, the boss said you can prescribe it for the whole body."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was a little surprised when he heard this.
Yuan Man scratched his neck in embarrassment: "That's not the exact words, but that's the meaning."
Zhuo Jian had no choice because Yuan Man had to take pictures.
She soaked her feet while typing, and asked Yuan Man to just pat her feet.
It was past twelve o'clock at night, Zhuo Jian was still tossing and turning, feeling uncertain. She picked up her phone and checked the time, wondering if he had arrived.
I wanted to send him a message, but suddenly a piece of news popped up.
A passenger plane bound for BL crashed and 35 people were confirmed dead.