wife scandal

Chapter 22

Hearing me say this, Deng Wenliang looked very embarrassed, and he whispered in my ear with apology: "I'm sorry, I... have been too busy lately..."

I forced a smile, that smile was just a simple contraction of the facial muscles, probably even uglier than crying, I tried my best to relax my body and cooperate with his movements...

Twenty minutes later, he leaned on me panting, his weight made me breathless, I put my hand on his generous back, and said to him with great effort: "Okay, let me Rest for a while."

Hearing my feeble words, Deng Wenliang's eyes flashed with strangeness, but soon he smiled, kissed me lightly on the face, and said softly, "Okay, good night."

I pulled the quilt and covered myself tightly. Deng Wenliang got up and got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He came back after a while, lay down beside me tiredly, and turned on the light.

During this process, I was in a light sleep with my eyes closed, but I didn't actually fall asleep until he turned off the light. I lay quietly for a while, and then looked back at him.

Soon there was a soft snoring sound from his side. Hearing this familiar snoring sound, I smiled helplessly. He must be exhausted today, right?Work matters are enough for him to worry about, and he also has to deal with the little lover outside and me, the yellow-faced woman at home. Thinking about it, it is really not easy for him, he has no skills at all!

That night, I fell into a state of insomnia again. The effect of the sleeping pills had long ago wiped out my husband's sudden interest. I could only stare at the dark ceiling and think about my thoughts, accompanied by my husband's comfortable snoring.

I thought a lot that night, about the years we have gone through, and about my own growth process.

I grew up in an unhappy family. My cowardly character comes from my father, because my father was a child who was abused by his stepmother. There is no doubt about the saying.

Because the step-grandmother was not good to my father, my grandfather didn’t care much about him. My father joined the society when he was a teenager, and his culture was accumulated little by little after going to work. He is very hardworking, He is also easy to learn and has a certain literary talent.

However, after all, my father grew up in such a special family. After my father reached the age of marriage, no girl in our local area was willing to marry into such a family, for fear of being angry with her step-in-law. My mother married my father, but their union was a tragedy.

How should I say my mother's personality, recalling it now, she is a little nervous, she will wake you up suddenly and loudly when you are sleeping, and doesn't care whether it scares you or not. I remember when I was young, there were many situations where she It was quite normal at the first moment, but suddenly changed his face at the next moment, yelling and scolding us loudly, and my father, because of his cowardly character, and because he felt ashamed of my mother when he married my mother was poor and white, so he did not dare to criticize her education. How to raise any objections? In such a growing environment, I have been a little introverted and autistic since I was a child, and I cannot avoid a little inferiority and cowardice when I grow up.

I have a brother above me who is much older than me. In fact, my brother and I are both very talented. Our looks have always been praised by our neighbors, and our academic performance has been very good since we were young. However, because of the environment in which we grew up, our personalities are a bit introverted. , my brother is better than me.

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