fall in love again

Chapter 230 Bonus Extra: Jiang Yu's Short Stories (06)

When I went to check out in the morning, I also heard the sound of her leaving. I sat in the hotel for a while before going down.

I watched her check out the room, and waited for her to step out of the hotel before handing over her ID card to the front desk.

I had some work to do in the morning, so after leaving the hotel, I went straight to the office.

After dealing with those affairs, I took half a day off and prepared to go home and pack my luggage.

Although I bought this house, it has long been the joint property of my rich son and I, and I will not lose a penny of what should be left to her.

After returning home, I pushed away the bedroom that I hadn't lived in for a long time, and when I opened the closet to pack my luggage, I realized that Fuzi had taken all his things away early.

Only photos of their wedding are left.

Although I bought this house, it has long been the joint property of my rich son and I, and I will not lose a penny of what should be left to her.

After returning home, I pushed away the bedroom that I hadn't lived in for a long time, and when I opened the closet to pack my luggage, I realized that Fuzi had taken all his things away early.

Only photos of their wedding are left.

Looking at the empty wardrobe with only my clothes left, and the wedding photos that have not been taken away, I broke down and laughed mockingly.

I took out my mobile phone and called her, wanting to ask her what the past ten years are.

But my number couldn't reach her at all, and even WeChat was blocked by her.

"So ruthless." I gritted my back teeth and held back for a long time before uttering these two words.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, only a little faint light entered the room through the window, a dark yellow light hit the wedding photo on the bedside, and hit the face of the smiling girl in the wedding photo .

Very dazzling.

I squatted on the ground, leaning against the edge of the bed, and looked up at the wedding photo hanging above the bed.

Although Fuzi in the photo is smiling and looks very happy, but only he knows how difficult it was to make her smile like that.

When I took Fuzi to take wedding photos, the photographer asked Fuzi many times, asking her: "Are you sure you weren't forced by her?"

Fuzi looked at the photographer and shook her head: "No."

The photographer frowned, then approached Fuzi, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?"

Fuzi shook his head again, and replied to the photographer very seriously: "No."

To be honest, I was a little annoyed when the photographer asked Tomiko that.

When other people saw Fuzi and I standing together, they would think that we were a special match, but he asked Fuzi whether she was coerced by me.

At that time, I often thought, do I look so much like a bastard who only wants to force a girl from a good family?
Seeing Fuzi's serious expression, the photographer was not ashamed to ask. Instead, he came to my side and asked me, "Brother, did you meet each other on a blind date? Why do I feel that the bride is not willing."

When I heard this, I could not wait to go up and give this photographer a lap in the next second. I think he talked too much and deserved a beating.

"It's not a blind date." I replied angrily, "We've been dating for seven years."

"We've been dating for seven years." The photographer looked at me incredulously, then raised his hand and scratched his head, then turned and left.

Although he didn't say anything in front of Tomiko and me, I still heard him say to his colleagues: "After taking wedding photos for so many years, this is the first time I've seen such a situation."

Although he didn't say it clearly, I already knew what kind of situation he was talking about.

I turned my head to look at Fuzi who had changed into another wedding dress, walked forward, and touched the corners of her lips for a while.

Fuzi thought I was strange, looked at me blankly, and asked me after a long time: "What are you doing?"

I replied aggrievedly: "They all think that we are not like boyfriend and girlfriend."

"We're not boyfriend and girlfriend." Fuzi looked at me and said solemnly.

When I heard her answer, I felt a basin of cold water poured down from the top of my head in an instant, and I stretched out my hand to pinch her chubby face: "Then who have I been dating these seven years?"

"With me?" Fuzi was a little uncertain when I asked him.

"You actually use interrogative sentences!" I looked at Fuzi and frowned.

Looking at my appearance, Fuzi suddenly felt a little funny. She lowered her eyes and chuckled lightly, then stepped forward, put her arms around my neck, raised her head and kissed my lips.

Because I told her that when I am unhappy, she kisses me and I will be very happy.

So she kissed me that day as usual.

Fuzi raised her hand and rubbed my newly-made hairstyle like coaxing a child, and said to me in a soft tone for the first time: "Haven't we already obtained the certificate? Isn't the person who received the certificate a husband and wife? Since we have We are husband and wife, then we are not boyfriend and girlfriend. We are husband and wife, so what does it matter if we look like boyfriend or girlfriend?"

I admit, what she said that day worked.

The anger that was stuck in my heart disappeared in an instant because of her few explanations.

Perhaps because of my reaction just now, the photo shoot in the afternoon went smoothly, and the smile on her face became a little more natural, but it was still a little stiff.

"Why can't I look good when I smile?" Fuzi also took a wedding photo for the first time.

Girls love beauty, so it's natural to want to look good in photos, and it's also natural to want to be happy in photos, but she just doesn't look good when she smiles, so she's a little annoyed.

"Why don't you think of that photographer as a monkey, and pretend that it's a monkey before taking pictures of you." Because that photographer kept provoking the relationship between the two of us, so I hated him very much.

Fuzi blinked at me suspiciously when he heard my words, and then asked me very seriously: "Are you sure he is a monkey, not a national treasure?"

"..."

Tomiko was right, the photographer's physique looked more like a national treasure than a monkey.

When I first used this metaphor, I wanted Tomiko to discover the contrast and come and laugh at me.

But I seem to have failed.

In the end, I could only reply blankly: "He is a monkey. Even though his body is like a panda, he still has a heart to develop into a monkey, and he wants to become a panda that is most like a monkey."

As soon as I finished speaking, Fuzi covered her lips and smiled.

The photographer saw that Fuzi had a good smile, so he quickly asked us to pose while it was hot.

Maybe it was my words that made Tomiko want to laugh when he saw the photographer.

Seeing the eyes of the two of us, the photographer seemed to feel that there was something wrong with our brains, and always subconsciously distanced ourselves from the two of us.

But I don't care, because all I care about is my Fuzi.

(End of this chapter)