Husband, Please Stop Flirting

"I can't believe that the little fat man has become what he is now!" Feng stared at Lin Zixiang clearly, as if he wanted to see through him, and wanted to do it. Sitting in a quiet cafe, Lin Zixiang always smiled at the corners of his mouth, and his clear eyes were full of doting, which made several young waiters around him scream and envy.

Lin Zixiang, a classmate in a windy primary school, did not lose the drama of falling in love and killing each other when they were children at the same table.

At the stage of unbalanced development of male and female students, facing Lin Zixiang's appearance of being small and fat, the wind is clear, but it has the upper hand. With a small pencil in her hand, she made Lin Zixiang cry every day. She didn't dare to complain to the teacher. Finally, when he graduated and separated, Lin Zixiang even reluctantly left his clear contact information, saying that he must not forget each other.

So, later, when Feng ChuChu thought of this matter, they all doubted whether Lin Zixiang had any tendency to be abused. After all, he was not a good girl at the beginning, but tortured him. Is the handsome man in front of you looking for revenge? Feng ChuChu narrowed his eyes and shrank because of his own thoughts, but he reacted that he seemed to have nothing to kill.

"I wanted to contact you and write to you, but they were all returned, saying that there was no such person in the address."

At that time, the way of contact was not as convenient as mobile phone, only communication. The wind was stunned for a moment. Thinking of what happened at that time, he could only say lightly: "well, I moved, so there's no way to contact me."

"So it was. Later, after I returned home, I heard my classmates mention it."

Lin Zixiang looked down as if he was disappointed. He didn't know how regretful he was for missing these years.

As for the clear wind, it was caught in a burst of memories. After graduating from primary school, the shadow of her parents' divorce. When there was an accident behind, she was so indifferent and numb that she didn't know how to respond. Grandma looked at her without talking and looked confused every day. She could only take her away from the original living environment and move to the tube building. It took almost two or three years to do psychological counseling, and the wind was clear before it could gradually come out of the shadow.

"Tell me about you. You just said you came back from abroad?"

When I was in primary school, I had a vague impression of Lin Zixiang. I just remember that he always carried the latest small schoolbag. Now it seems that the conditions at home should be good. "Well, I'm studying abroad and I've just come back!" Lin Zixiang squeezed his eyes, leaned over and said, "I just landed, but I just heard from someone looking for you. Unexpectedly, I've already met you before he replied to me!"

"As like as two peas, George Lam said," it's like a line, and excited, "you are the same as when you were little, and there was no change at all. So when I saw it, I was sure you were the one! Should I praise you?" it is like a show of children, and the wind can only be tilted and shook gently.

Looking at the expression revealed in each other's eyes, Feng ChuChu suddenly thought of something in his mind and secretly raised his left hand.

Looking at the hand on the table, Lin Zixiang was stunned, and his chattering mouth finally closed. "You just returned home, haven't you heard of them? I've been married, and now I've been a wife for many years!" Feng ChuChu looked at the change of Lin Zixiang's expression, and his heart was a little sour. After all, there is such an excellent man, but he can only refuse and keep a cold marriage.

"Are you married?"

Lin Zixiang's voice did not hide his loneliness. Feng clearly nodded, gently stirred the coffee cup with his hand, stared at the vortex and the cream that had become embarrassed, and said low, "it's been two years."

"Is he good to you?" Lin Zixiang raised his head anxiously and looked at the wind clearly.

At that moment, he seemed to want Feng to clearly say that he was unhappy, and then he had a reason to take her to escape from the marriage he didn't like with a high sounding reason. Feng ChuChu didn't expect him to ask like this. He was stunned for two seconds before he smiled faintly and said, "of course, it's very good. I live a happy life. Otherwise, you won't see me shopping like this on weekdays, will you?"

"But you came out of the hospital."

Lin Zixiang looked down like an abandoned child, saying pitifully and helplessly.

Feng ChuChu sighed, then raised his smile and said, "I'm going to see grandma. It's getting late! I'm going home! If there's a chance in the future, let's meet again! Or ask my classmates to come out for dinner!" Feng ChuChu got up, pulled his handbag into his hand, pushed open the glass door, went out and stopped a taxi and walked away.

Lin Zixiang looked at her back, frowned, dialed a number on her mobile phone, connected, and asked, "ChuChu, who did you marry?"

"I really don't have good luck." the wind sitting in the back seat of the taxi clearly lowered his head and played with the chain of the bag, muttering to himself, "If Lin Zixiang had appeared earlier, I wouldn't have accepted the proposal of the Secretary's family. Maybe I could marry someone who is good to me. Obviously, life is like hell. I have to pretend to be in heaven, and I don't know whether I'm deceiving myself or others."

Feng ChuChu's mouth is a lie now. What she says is always absurd and boastful. Over time, she doesn't believe herself. Not to mention other people's impression of her. Si Yeqing has been indifferent to her for a reason. "Forget it, since we have made a decision, we have to go one way to the dark. What's terrible? It's not worse than our current life!" Feng ChuChu cheered himself up, but found that the car had stopped for a long time.

The driver waited for her quietly. The feeling of being waited made the wind flustered. He quickly took out the change from his wallet, handed it over and said, "master, I didn't find it. I'm sorry!"

"It's all right, little girl. I'm looking at you in a bad mood. I'm not in a hurry. I'll wait for you for a while to let you be quiet and have a space for yourself." the driver took the money, but the change surprised Feng. It was a long distance, but the driver charged a little money, "My daughter is just like you. She works outside and always has a lot of troubles in life. She won't tell me. Looking at you is like thinking of her. I always hope someone outside can treat her well..."