So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

Yao Yi's words hurt Lu Anyi's heart. She was hurt by Yao Yi. She hung up the phone and left the hospital. Her car was still in the parking lot of the food street.

She took a taxi to pick up the car from the food court, and when she was sitting in the car, she remembered that Pei Yifeng hadn't called her since he left last night.

If he went back, he would definitely call to ask if he didn't go back, so she took out her mobile phone and dialed Pei Yifeng's number.

Pei Yifeng on the other end of the phone answered the phone and called Anyi in a tired voice.

"Yifeng, where are you?"

"The system has just been repaired, in the company."

"Oh, then you go home and rest for a while, I'm going to the company."

After hanging up the phone, she rested her head on the car window wearily, staring blankly at the outside, thinking of Yao Yi's soft murmur when he held her in her mind.

'[-], I miss you. '

I murmured in my heart, 'thousands of people, why do you like me, you make me unable to take it, and I can't let it go. '

Every detail of getting along with Yao Yi came to mind. She used him to stimulate Yao Wanwan at the beginning, and used him to stimulate Pei Yifeng that night, so she kissed him on her own initiative.

Along the way, Yao Yi seems to have always tolerated her, tolerated her, and allowed her to beat and scold her, except for a few insults. Just like Pei Yifeng, he would always appear suddenly in a certain place. No matter where she was, he would can be found.

On weekends, Yuan Manling asked Lu Anyi and Pei Yifeng to go to her place for dinner, and they sat on the sofa in Yuan Manling's living room with Yuan Manling, only Lu Zhenyang was separated.

The cartoons that Lu Zhenyang liked to watch were playing on the TV, and it seemed that Lu Anyi's hatred for Yuan Manling had not been that deep since Lu Zhenyang fell ill.

That day, the only thing Yuan Manling said to her was Pei Yifeng. She shared her son's love, so let's offset some of those grievances first.

This was the only reason she could convince herself to suddenly change her attitude towards Yuan Manling. From a woman's point of view, Yuan Manling was a poor woman who had never been loved by her husband in her life. There was actually a soft side inside her strength.

At the dinner table, Lu Zhenyang was the family's pistachio. As soon as Lu Anyi and the others fell silent, he would start looking for topics. No matter what he said, Yuan Manling would answer him.

"Grandma, I want to be a prosecutor when I grow up." Lu Zhenyang said frankly, as if making an oath.

Yuan Manling asked with a smile, "Why does Yang Yang want to be a prosecutor?"

Lu Zhenyang clenched his small fists and said to Yuan Manling in a dignified manner, "Prosecutors can catch bad guys."

His appearance amused both Lu Anyi and Pei Yifeng, Lu Anyi stretched out her hand and cut off his little head, "Look at you like that."

Yuan Manling still maintained that kind smiling face, lovingly touching the top of Lu Zhenyang's head, and said to Lu Zhenyang in a soft tone, "If you like to catch bad guys, grandma thinks it's better for you to become a policeman."

Hearing this, Lu Zhenyang blinked his eyes curiously, "Huh? Grandma, isn't the procuratorate also detaining bad guys?"

Yuan Manling hugged Lu Zhenyang on her lap and sat on her lap, lovingly hugging him to her chest, and patiently explained to Lu Zhenyang, "The procuratorate is for arresting bad guys, but the police are responsible for arresting people."[

Lu Zhenyang nodded, and suddenly remembered something, "Grandma, today the school teacher said that I am the third generation of officials and the second generation of rich people."