Cui Jincheng subconsciously thought that Hua Ling was playing tricks.
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he immediately rejected it.
wrong.
Hua Ling didn't dare to play tricks with him because she was a smart woman and knew that she was no match for him.
Just when I was puzzled, my phone rang.
The message Hua Ling sent him was just three words: It's over.
He raised his eyebrows and dialed Hua Ling's number.
The call went through, but no one answered.
Cui Jincheng called three times, but she didn't answer.
Then Cui Jincheng stopped fighting, got in the car, and left.
Behind the window on the second floor, Hua Ling watched his car drive away.
The room was well heated, and she wore a shawl over her nightgown.
In just a few days, she lost a lot of weight.
"Ms. Qin, your husband has left and you didn't take your luggage."
"Let Uncle Song send it to him."
"This..." the servant couldn't help but persuade: "Why are you doing this? The gentleman didn't say anything."
Hua Ling leaned against the wall, her face full of vicissitudes of life.
"You don't have to wait for others to say some things. You should save some face for yourself. It's already hard enough."
The servant sighed and stopped persuading.
Hua Ling stood by the window until her legs were numb.
The phone rang again, it was Ji Ninger.
"Ning'er, I broke up with him." Hua Ling said, "I mentioned it."
Ji Ning'er: "..."
Cui Jincheng had no choice but to return to Cui's house.
The Cui family's dinner has been eaten, and Cui Yanzhe is playing with his mobile phone on the sofa.
Mrs. Cui was very puzzled when she saw him leaving and coming back:
"Why are you back again?"
Cui Jincheng said: "I haven't eaten yet."
Mrs. Cui immediately went to the kitchen and ordered the servants to prepare food.
Cui Jincheng went upstairs to change clothes, and Mr. Cui shouted from behind:
"Are you staying here tonight?"
"Um."
Cui Yanzhe glanced at his father and followed him.
"What's wrong with you?" Cui Yanzhe asked, staring at his father.
Cui Jincheng said while changing clothes: "Children, don't talk too much about adults' matters."
Cui Yanzhe is not that easy to fool:
"Did you have a fight?"
"No."
"Then why don't you go back and live?"
"..." This guy showed an attitude of not giving up, so Cui Jincheng could only say: "She wants to break up, I am going to give her some space to have a good rest, and I will talk to her after she has rested."
Cui Yanzhe's eyes widened in disbelief:
"I'm telling you, dad, our teachers all say we should strike while the iron is hot. If you don't consolidate the knowledge points after class, you will fly away. Aunt Qin is feeling sad right now, but you give her space. If you want to say goodbye to her, you can tell her clearly."
Cui Jincheng frowned: "You don't understand."
Cui Yanzhe is so anxious:
"Why don't I understand? For example, the girls in our class can apologize with a cup of milk tea after school, but you have to wait until the next morning to deliver milk. Milk is healthier than milk tea, but it is useless. One night for girls
We men will never understand what brain waves can evolve into. The only thing is, we have to act fast."
Cui Jincheng: "..."
Although this boy's words make him want his father to beat him up, his academic performance is a mess, but he is very proficient in dealing with girls.
But, it seems to make sense.
After changing his clothes and going down, his luggage was delivered by the driver.
Mrs. Cui was so happy that she clapped her hands:
"Son, it turns out that you just broke up with that woman when you went back? Oh, we broke up with her so well. You should have broken up with her long ago. Really, what kind of woman are you looking for?"
Cui Jincheng looked at the luggage piled in the center of the living room with an ugly expression.