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

Six years ago, she heard that he had another car accident, and it was very serious, and he was sent to the United States for treatment. She rushed to the United States from Switzerland to see him again. At that time, his eyes were covered with gauze and his leg was broken. Just beside his bed, she took care of him silently, like that woman many years ago, reading to him, feeding him soup, and even scrubbing his body.

However, she only took care of him for a week, and he told her in a low voice that she should not take care of him anymore, because he still had a wife at home by the sea, and it would not be good for his wife to know.

That was the first time she was shocked to hear that he mentioned his wife, and finally knew that he was married, so she gave up completely, and then quietly went back to the Alps ski resort to continue working, and even never asked Cousin Yiping for news about him. .

One day four years ago, he really came, but he was lonely all over. She was ecstatic, but when he was drunk, he called a woman's name. He said he was a selfish man, because he Selfish, he may have lost her forever.

This she is none other than his wife, the woman who is willing to spend the rest of her life with him, even if he is a eunuch, she can always guard him.

He said that he was cruel, that he hurt his wife, the person who treated him wholeheartedly, and even their child, who was still pregnant with their second child when she disappeared.

That was the first time she saw Dongfang Mo's helplessness. After he was drunk, he was helpless like a child, leaning against her arms, and crying. A man like him, if he was not extremely sad, so what? Tears might come?

At that moment, she hugged him, knowing that he regarded her as his sister again, and she was also willing to be her cousin.

Four years ago, she took him to the bonfire party, went skiing with him, took him by the arm to visit the famous park, and walked with him on the vaulted promenade for shopping...

It's just that she was full of interest, but he was absent-minded, wasting her mood and time in vain.

Only then did she know that he had returned home from the United States, and there was indeed a woman waiting for him at home. Although that woman looked exactly like his wife, she was not his wife. He wanted to find his wife. Although the world is so big, looking for his wife is like finding a needle in a haystack, but even if it is a needle, he must find her.

That time, he stayed here for a few days, and he went back after the Spring Festival. Since then, there has been no news from him, and she no longer inquired about him.

A year ago, cousin Yiping, who hadn't been in touch for several years, unexpectedly called her and told her that Dongfang Mo had found his wife. His wife was Xi Muru, who was the young female painter Yanru in the Korean painting circle.

She thought, since he found his wife, he should live a peaceful and beautiful life with his wife. I'm afraid he will never come here again, right?

It's just that he didn't expect that four years later, he would still come. This time, he didn't come alone, but brought his wife, Xi Muru, to see Xi Muru's bloated body, her stalwart chest, and even She can still smell the frankincense, so you don't need to ask. She should have given birth not long ago and must be still breastfeeding.

Thinking of this, she turned around lonely, and walked downstairs to the bonfire party in full swing. Dongfang Mo and Xi Muru would definitely be entangled for a lifetime.