Zheng Anan walked out of the kitchen with a fruit plate in her hand.
Today, she has a delicate face and decent clothes. He just discovered today that his wife is very suitable for wearing a cheongsam. She has a charming figure in a cheongsam, and her beautiful wavy hair flows as she walks. He Qiushi was in a trance, Zheng Anan has arrived
In front of him.
"Eat some fruit." Zheng Anan bent down and put down the fruit plate, then sat upright on the single sofa opposite He Qiushi.
He Qiushi noticed that his daughter-in-law, who never dyed her nails, dyed her nails crimson red today.
He Qiushi was suspicious, was that his daughter-in-law who cried all day long?
Did she find the postcard? Was she stimulated?
Impossible! If she found that postcard, wouldn’t she cry to death?
Usually she loves to cry, she cries easily, and she has a long face when she is not crying.
What's going on today? You're dressed so brightly, are you going out?
"Why are you dressed so solemnly today? Are you going out?"
"Oh." Zheng Anan said briefly, "I went to meet a friend today."
Friend? What kind of friend can Zheng Anan meet after dressing up so solemnly?
From the moment they met until now, Zheng Anan has never dressed up like this for her husband.
In the past, Zheng Anan would explain everything to him carefully, for fear of causing misunderstandings. On the contrary, he used to listen to her explanations impatiently and found her too long-winded.
Her words today were very brief, but he hoped that she would say a few more words. But she didn't.
Zheng Anan took a banana, peeled it and ate it in small bites.
Seeing the way she was eating bananas, He Qiushi frowned, and a bad scene flashed through his mind.
He asked in a muffled voice: "What friends did you go to meet? Why didn't I know you still had friends?"
He stared at her, waiting for her explanation. Zheng Anan slowly finished the banana, then looked up at He Qiushi and said softly: "A classmate from school."
He Qiushi was so angry that she didn't say what she said!
He asked again: "Are you a boy or a girl? What's your name?"
Zheng An'an did not answer, but reached out to pull the envelope on the table. Her move frightened He Qiushi's lips, and he suddenly forgot about questioning Zheng An'an.
He Qiushi rubbed his hands together, using this small gesture to hide his inner panic.
While she was looking for it, a question came out of her mouth: "Huh? I remember there seemed to be a postcard in it? Why is it not there? I went out in a hurry in the morning and happened to see the postman delivering the letter, so I sent it to our house
I brought the letters and put them here. I just entered the house and I haven’t looked carefully at who wrote the letters.”
"Where are the postcards? You may have been too anxious to see them. I just checked them again, and there are no postcards at all."
"It's impossible! I also saw a lot of words densely packed on the postcard! The handwriting is quite delicate, it should be a woman's handwriting."
He Qiushi was sweating, his eyes were rolling around, and then he flipped through the letters and said, "Really? Then I'll help you look for it, maybe it's sandwiched between two letters. Oh, by the way, since you have to
You said you saw that postcard, do you still remember what was written on it?"
Zheng An'an sneered in her heart, how long has it been? He Qiushi hasn't spoken so much to her since she came home? Today he seemed particularly attentive and talkative, but it was because he wanted to cover up the existence of that postcard.