me and a divorced housewife

Chapter 2 Breakfast
Sure enough, as I expected, she still asked here. Fortunately, I was prepared.

"I didn't do anything." I took the phone from the coffee table, called up the video from last night, and handed it to her.

She took the phone with half-belief, stood there, looked at it for a while and burst out laughing.

I don't know if she laughed at my nervous antics, or because I really didn't do anything to her.

Anyway, she believed me.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." She said embarrassedly.

Like a suspect who has been wronged for years, I said, with a kind of dignified complacency, "It's all right."

"I'm right, you are indeed a good person," she said.

I don't know what the good guy's comment means to me from her mouth. Anyway, in most TV dramas I've watched, a woman is not interested in a man, and it's inconvenient to refuse directly, so she uses this excuse to prevaricate .

Of course, it is reasonable that she is not interested in me. I am not on the same level as her in terms of appearance. I am still self-aware, not to mention age, family and other factors.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. "I'll go down and buy you breakfast."

"No need." She said, "Is there anything in the refrigerator, let me make you breakfast."

I gladly accept.

But she still added a symbolic sentence later, "Don't think too much, I just want to express my gratitude to you for helping me last night."

Of course I didn't care, I saw her again anyway, and she was still cooking me breakfast in the kitchen, which I didn't even dare to think about a few days ago.

I sat on the sofa and watched her busy in the kitchen, cooking skillfully, I can see that she is very virtuous.

I was fascinated by looking at her back, such a woman with both virtue and beauty, why did her husband just say no to it?
If it was given to me, I thought, I'm afraid it's too late to cherish it, that man is really born in a blessing and doesn't know his blessing.

The breakfast was quickly served on the table. Although it was very simple, she also made it look good. The colorful collocation looked very appetizing. There were even fried eggs. I like fried eggs the most. I used to be at home When I was a child, my mother made me fried eggs every morning, but I haven't eaten them since I left home.

I also tried to make it myself, but the kind of dark dishes I made can’t be called fried eggs at all, they can be called baked eggs, or black eggs, and it’s not an exaggeration to call them bombs.

For me who haven't eaten breakfast for a long time, this is undoubtedly a delicacy. I ate it with relish, but she didn't eat much, and only drank a few mouthfuls of milk.

It can be seen that she has something on her mind.Yes, isn't family the most important thing for a woman? Now that she and her husband are having trouble like this, how can they not be bothered.

"Are you okay?" I asked tentatively.

She was taken aback, sighed, and said, "Of course there is something, I miss my daughter."

"What's the matter with you and your husband...?" I asked.

She shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I'll tell you again when I have a chance, I don't want to mention him now."

I didn't know what to say, so I just lowered my head and ate my breakfast.

"Do you know a lawyer?" she asked me suddenly. "I mean the nicer kind."

"You want a divorce?" I asked.After asking, I realized that my question was a bit abrupt.

Of course she didn't care, she nodded, eyes full of hatred, as if she was talking to herself, "There should be a limit to anyone's patience."

"What's your husband's opinion?" I don't know why I would ask such a silly question, I just don't know how to answer it.

"Him?" Liu Ruyue sneered, and said, "No matter what he says this time, I'm divorced. It's my daughter Jelly. Alas, the only thing I can't let go of is her."

I didn't know how to comfort her, when suddenly there was a hasty knock on the door.

My heart tightened, could it be her husband?But at this time, I don't have any reason to be timid. Who told him to drive such a beautiful wife out of the house, and even beat her.This is enough for me to stand on the moral high ground, even if I quarrel with him, I will not be wronged.

As soon as I opened the door, I realized that I was thinking too much. It was not her husband, but a monkey.

That's right, only monkeys knock on the door so brazenly every time they come to my place.

"What are you doing, kid? You're watching a movie inside, right? Why did you open the door so late?" He said impatiently as soon as I opened the door.Take advantage of the trend to drill in.

I quickly stopped him and said, "You boy came to me early in the morning, what's the matter? Didn't I lend you money last night?"

"I really don't like listening to you talk, can't I come here if I have nothing to do?" Monkey said.

Seeing that I didn't intend to let him in, he couldn't help but look suspicious, and said, "What the hell are you doing, why are you blocking me out? You don't plan to even let me in, do you?"

"It's not convenient today." I said, "You can come back another day."

When I said this, he really became interested, "Inconvenient? Why is it inconvenient?"

"There are friends in the house." I hurriedly prevaricated.

"Friend?" He obviously didn't believe it, "Which friend of yours I don't know? Besides, he is your friend, so am I not your friend? How can he stay in the house, and I won't even let you in? It chills me so much."

"Oh, monkey, why are you so confused? It's inconvenient when I say it's inconvenient." I said.

The monkey seemed a little unbelievable, dubious, looked at me, and said, "You said you have a girlfriend last night, is it true?"

(End of this chapter)