First love after marriage

I stayed alone in the room opened by Xiao Ziyu for a long time. I was reluctant to leave here because this room has the breath left by Xiao Ziyu.

I think he must be very sad and disappointed with me. He opened a good room in this hotel. Maybe he wanted to be alone with me for a while, but he was angry at my cold attitude and unreasonable behavior.

It was not until it was getting dark that I struggled out of this sad and depressed mood and left the hotel with my daughter in my arms.

After a whole day's rest, my feet didn't hurt so much. I walked home slowly in high heels and holding my daughter.

When I came out in the morning, I was supposed to buy vegetables, but I didn't expect Xiao Ziyu to stop me downstairs. I didn't buy vegetables and didn't eat rice. Now my hungry legs are a little soft.

I don't even have the strength to hold the child. Although the hotel opened by Xiao Ziyu is near our house, I can get home if I insist on walking a little longer.

But I'm really hungry now. When I saw a noodle shop on the side of the road, I walked in without hesitation.

Now I was just in time for the small white-collar workers to get off work. The business in the noodle shop was good. There were many people sitting. I had to choose a very close position and sit down.

I didn't take my cell phone with me when I went out, and the child fell asleep in my arms. I had nothing to do, so I glanced around casually, expecting the waiter to bring my face up quickly.

While I was waiting for the meal, I suddenly heard a small voice from the men and women at the next table, which made my nerves tense.

"See, this woman seems to be the woman in the news, like ah!"

It was such a sentence that made my goose bumps explode. I was very sensitive, lowered my head, stroked my hair unnaturally, and covered my face.

"Really, it seems that the woman whose ex husband killed someone, followed the rich second generation and was abandoned!" The other man was quite sure.

My heart was more empty. I didn't want these people to see myself, but I couldn't help turning my head slightly and glancing at the person who recognized me at the table.

But the men and women at this table were looking at me at the same time. At the moment I turned my head, our eyes touched, and several people turned their heads back as if they had seen a ghost at the same time.

My heart beat faster and faster. I wish I could leave with my child now, but at this time, the waiter just delivered the noodles to my desk.

Maybe I consciously wanted to disguise my guilty heart. I picked up chopsticks in a panic and ate noodles with my head down.

But the people at the next table were still not quiet. They said in a low voice, "it's really unlucky to have dinner with such a bereaved woman."

Hearing this sentence, my anger rushed up, and I wanted to argue with the couple.

On several occasions, my anger broke out, but it was a shame to think of making trouble with two strangers in such a crowded place. Moreover, most of the people eating in this noodle restaurant are young people, and there may be many people who have read my news.

If I have a quarrel with two strangers because of one sentence, I may be secretly photographed, posted on the Internet, and ridiculed by those netizens who don't know the truth, I really don't have the courage to live any longer. It's a shame.

I ate two mouthfuls of noodles at will and ran out of the noodle shop with my children.

I was in a very bad mood stimulated by the pair of men and women who didn't speak virtue just now. I suddenly didn't feel in the mood to go home. I was suffocating. I was breathing fresh air.

Thinking that I might be more depressed at home and couldn't help reading online posts about me, perhaps out of an escape mood, I hid in the small garden in the community.

Now it is about to enter winter. In fact, the weather is already relatively cold. After dark, there are few people outside the community. I am not worried about being seen. I take my children to sit on a stone bench in the garden and blow the cool wind.

I didn't take my child home until it was really cold and shivering all over.

When I came downstairs, I suddenly saw a lot of people around downstairs. I walked to the crowd.

In fact, it's not to watch the excitement, just because the place surrounded by people is right in front of my building.

As I approached the crowd, I suddenly heard my father's voice in the crowd.

He seems to be asking people if they have seen me.

Hearing this, I woke up with a start when I was in a sad state.

I haven't been home all day. I didn't bring my mobile phone when I came out. My father came back and saw that I wasn't there. I think he's going to die of anxiety.

"Dad!" I let out a cry of surprise.

"Little pear!" When my father heard my cry, he rushed out with a stroller in his hand.

He waved his hand and wanted to hit me. He shouted, "where have you been? Why did the child leave his car here? Scared, I thought you were kidnapped! "

Looking at the anxious look on my father's face, I can't cry or laugh. How can I be abducted and trafficked.

"No, I went shopping!"

When people saw me, they pointed at me. Some people scattered when they found someone, leaving a few to watch the excitement.

Because of the experience of being ridiculed by strangers just now, I especially don't want to be seen by others. Although it's very dark, they may not be able to see me. I still walked into the corridor regardless of my father's hurry through the crowd.

I didn't look back, even my father didn't care, so I rushed into the elevator with my children alone, as if it was only safe to hide in the elevator.

My father hurried into the elevator with my baby's stroller.

He looked at my daughter with a cold face and asked angrily, "where have you been? Look at the child's face so red with cold. Alas, the child wears so little, so you take it out? "

I don't know what to say. In fact, when I came out, it was close to noon. It wasn't cold at that time, and the child was in the stroller with a small quilt in it. It certainly wouldn't be cold.

But the car behind broke down outside, and the child was robbed by Xiao Ziyu. I didn't hurry to bring the quilt.

I was silent and didn't speak. My father hated Xiao Ziyu so much that he couldn't tell him that Xiao Ziyu came to me. I met Xiao Ziyu and so on.

"Didn't you say you went shopping? Where's your dish? And how did the car break down? " My father kept asking me.

Before I could figure out how to explain all this to my father, the problems in his mouth were like machine guns shooting at me one by one.

"You're dressed like this and wearing high heels. Aren't you going to see Xiao Ziyu?"

My father said it right at once, which made me at a loss. I didn't know whether to confess or hide it, but in line with my father who didn't want to deceive me, I told him the truth today.

My father didn't say anything, but I could see that his eyes were full of doubt. Maybe he didn't believe I would ruthlessly take Xiao Ziyu away.