The food on the dining table still emits light hot smoke because of the heating plate.
But Fu Xixi's heart felt cold again and again.
Previously, Bo Zhanye said that he was cultivating a relationship with another woman. There was music playing in the background. It should be a place like a KTV nightclub.
Even though I know that he will not do any transgressive behavior, I still can't help but picture him hugging me from side to side.
Obviously they are the happiest couple, they should be loving and sweet, but now...
How can she save this marriage?
Downstairs, the sound of unlocking the door sounded.
It should be that Bo Zhanye is back?
Fu Xixi put away her thoughts instantly, stood up, and quickly went downstairs.
When I arrived at the living room, I saw Bo Zhan Yeqing's noble figure, and I felt happy:
"Husband, when you come back, I know you won't leave me alone! Have you had dinner? The food is still hot."
She said happily while reaching out to untie his coat.
No matter in appearance or behavior, she is a virtuous wife.
She is indeed his wife.
It's just that what you do is unsatisfactory.
Bo Zhanye had a cold face and raised his thin lips: "You still know how to call me husband? What is the definition of husband? Should you learn from it?"
Without waiting for Fu Xixi's answer, he added: "Call me husband and hope that I fall in love with another woman. How fun is that?"
Fu Xixi's face turned pale when asked, and she didn't know how to explain: "Husband...I..." The next words never came out.
Bo Zhanye originally thought that she asked him to come back to explain the reason or apologize, but the result was still this aggrieved gesture.
For a moment, I felt very irritable, stared at her coldly, and asked:
"Did I bully you?"
Fu Xixi quickly shook her head: "No."
"Then you did something wrong, why are you aggrieved in front of me?
My wife went to beg other women to chase me, flirt with me, and teach her skills. You have to understand that I am the one who should be wronged."
Bo Zhanye spoke directly, his cold voice was cold, angry, and a little hysterical.
After saying that, he stepped directly into the elevator and went upstairs.
Fu Xixi was the only one left in Nuo Da's living room, and the air was filled with the cold air left by the man, condensing and freezing.
She squeezed it again and again, feeling indescribably sad and sad in her heart.
But as he said, he was the one who was injured. Why was she wronged?
Taking a deep breath, she stepped upstairs.
In the bedroom, Bo Zhanye had already entered the bathroom to take a shower. In the large space, he could faintly hear the sound of water dripping.
Fu Xixi obediently stepped forward and stood at the door, waiting for about half an hour before he came out.
At this time, he was wearing a noble and deep black pajamas, the fabric clinging to his body, vaguely outlining the undulating lines of his muscles.
Perfect, wild.
But that face was extremely cold. He just glanced at her and then ignored her at all. He strode to the bed and got into bed.
Fu Xixi's face froze again, and she weakly walked over and stood beside his bed: "Husband..."
Before he finished speaking, Bo Zhanye turned over and threw her cold back.
"..."
Fu Xixi felt as if a knife had been stabbed in her heart.
She might die tomorrow! She can't stand this kind of estrangement, and she doesn't like this way of getting along.
All I want is tenderness.
Simply, she took off her shoes and went to bed, hugging his tall body directly, and her whole body was pressed against his back, which was particularly intimate.
Bo Zhanye visibly stiffened, and the next second he raised his hand to take away Fu Xixi's little hand.
But Fu Xixi was unwilling and hugged him tightly: "I want to hug you. You are my husband. If I don't hug him, who will hug him!"