Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

When Lei Zhenyu came out of the shower, Ruyu on the sofa bed had already fallen asleep, and the bloody tampon thrown in the wastebasket in the bathroom told him that she was having her period.

He bent down, picked her up horizontally, and gently put her on the big bed. He lay down beside her slowly, carefully, for fear of waking her up, pulled the quilt, and then took her into his arms, holding her Cover her belly, close your eyes, and slowly fall asleep with her.

One night, Ruyu only felt that she was leaning against a stove, sleeping comfortably. When she opened her eyes, she suddenly found that there was an arm hanging on her lower abdomen.

She finally woke up, turned her head, and saw Lei Zhenyu smiling at her, taking advantage of her anger, he quickly kissed her on the cheek: "Good morning, my wife."

She blushed slightly, and the fire in her heart was finally suppressed by his good morning. Besides, her stomach was cold during menstruation. Under his careful care last night, she was indeed better than sleeping alone on the sofa bed Much more stable.

When Lei Zhenyu was changing clothes, Ruyu was applying moisturizer to her face. She didn't like makeup, but she still used skin care products, especially in winter, when the air was dry, moisturizer was essential.

"Zhenyu, I'm going back to bring some of my books after get off work today. You come home early to accompany Dad. He loves playing chess recently, so he will be lonely if he doesn't have anyone to accompany him." Ruyu applied moisturizer on her face. Frost said.

"Okay," Lei Zhenyu agreed without hesitation, and then asked with concern: "By the way, are you okay going back alone? Do you have a lot of books? Do you want me, a free coolie, to help?"

"No need, I'll just go back alone. I'm not going to bring all the books here, but just pick up a few to read." Ruyu immediately refused, and went downstairs to have breakfast with him.

Because Ruyu and Lei Zhenyu went to work in different directions, their cars separated on the avenue outside Lei's compound. Lei Zhenyu drove to Lei's, while she drove to her studio.

After get off work at noon, she went downstairs to eat, usually thinking of coming back for a lunch break, so she would eat at the Chinese restaurant near Yunheng Building, and occasionally at the western restaurant on the second floor of Yunheng Building.

As soon as she sat down at the Chinese restaurant, she hurried to the shadows in front of the table. She raised her head slightly, and suddenly found that Song Yuxi was standing opposite her.

"Miss Song," Ru Yu frowned slightly, "Is there anything you can do for me? I remember that the money for that painting has already been refunded to your card."

"That's why I came here." Song Yuxi put a check in front of Ruyu, and then said lightly, "I've already bought that painting, and I didn't say I would return it, so the money must be paid. Ms. Che."

"What do you mean?" Ruyu immediately became vigilant, looked at Song Yuxi who was on the opposite side, and said, "Zhenyu doesn't want what you sent."

"He can throw it away if he doesn't like it," Song Yuxi said very forcefully: "In short, I gave it to him, not to you. You have no right to dispose of his stuff."

"I'm her wife," Ru Yu immediately looked at her coldly, her voice was not strict and prestige: "Lei Zhenyu and I are husband and wife, everyone else is mine, and I have the right to deal with his things, why do you treat my family? To point fingers at things?"

"Madam?" There was a mocking smile on the corner of Song Yuxi's mouth, and then he raised his head and said, "Ms. Che Ruyu probably doesn't know yet. Last night, Zhenyu and Shi hugged each other. Who do you think is him?" Where's the wife?"