I Want To Be Your Wife

Yu An only paid 50% for her words. He glanced at the paper bag with the clothes on it and said, "It's getting late, I'll send you back."

Jiang Wangshu immediately said, "I called a taxi when I came. The driver is waiting for me downstairs."

Fu Yu An leaned his arms against the wall and silently stared at her.

Jiang Wenshu felt the hairs on his body stand up as he was stared at. He put down his cup and stood up. "Then you should get some rest. I'll go back first."

She walked to the entrance and opened the door. Just as her hand touched the doorknob, Fu Yuan's voice came from behind her, "Zhou Yu is your roommate, right? Are you staying with her now?"

"No." She retorted, "I already told you, I'm just a colleague. Drunk …"

"Colleagues don't go to work, but instead go out for a drink?" Fu Yuan interrupted her.

Jiang Wangshu's voice grew smaller and smaller. "I don't live with her."

Fu Yu An walked over, opened the door, and pulled her hand. "Fine, since you're not living together, I'll take you back."

Jiang Wangshu pressed his feet against the threshold, trying his best to pull his hand away. Fu Yu An's grip tightened. Her wrist ached faintly, and her eyebrows knitted together. Her voice suddenly became louder, "Can you ignore me? I am no longer a child. Even if I know my limits, I can still take good care of myself! "

He finally said it out loud.

Fu Yu An let go of her. "If you can take good care of yourself, you shouldn't reject useful help, or you don't have to pay any price for it. What do you think it means to grow up? is that you can be self-reliant and make your own money? " He nodded at her head, "Have you really matured here?"

Jiang Wenshu tilted his head and took a step back. "No one grows up all of a sudden. You have to take it slow."

Fu Yu An grabbed the weakness in her words and dealt a fatal blow. "Then why don't you tell me why you don't want me to care?"

Jiang Wang Shu was at a loss for words. With a "boom", there was no response. Fu Yu An stood in front of her, blocking most of the light in the room with his arm. Before he could answer, he took another step forward. "Why?"

"… …." "Because," she said, pinching her fingers, "because it's inappropriate."

"Why not?"

"You treat me well, treat my mother well, it's nothing but because of my sister. Because of your love for her, you treat my mother well, that's why you treat me so well, but you're not married yet, so there's no need to tie you to our family for your entire life. You have your own life, and I also have my own life. You shouldn't care so much about me. "

When Fu Yu An heard her out, he felt a little stuffy. He loosened two buttons on his collar and asked, "What do you think?"

He did not feel that she was a burden, but she herself classified herself as a burden.

Jiang Wenshu nodded, not daring to look at him.

"Have I fed the ingrate all these years of good fortune?" He said with a tone full of disappointment, "Don't talk about me and your sister for now. Without your sister's relationship, it's been five to six years, right?"

For the past five to six years, this seemed to be the first time he saw Chen Mo get angry. Oh, that's not right, that was the first time he hit Chen Mo.

It was already very late, so it wasn't too good for them to be arguing in the corridor. Fu Yinan kicked her foot, but his tone was still harsh. "Go in!"

Jiang Wangshu also realized that the situation wasn't good. He retreated back into the room and stood there cowering in fear, waiting for Jiang Wenshu to continue to lose his temper.

When he sighed, "It's too late. Let's stay here tonight." Then, she actually reached out her hand to rub her head, "Don't think too much into it, I …" I'm willing to be nice to your mother. "

The apartment was three bedrooms, one living room, two hundred square meters. Both of them looked empty.

It was simple but delicate, and even the decorations in the room were chosen by him personally. Only this place didn't seem to fit the gray interior decoration of his apartment, which was originally designed to make it more convenient for her to stay in later on. But now, it seemed, it was of no use.

There's a new set of toiletries in the bathroom cabinet, and also a set of cosmetics. I bought it last year, I don't think it's out of date.

After Jiang Wangshu heard his words, he looked into the room and became lost in thought, "Are you hiding a beautiful girl here? It's quite complete. "

Fu Yu An was stunned as he met her eyes that were full of smiles. "I was just joking. There's nothing to be lacking anymore. I'll go wash up first."

She turned and went into the bathroom. The bathroom door closed, and Yu An walked out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette. He thought for a moment, then turned and closed the door of the balcony.

His own home.

There was hot soup noodles after work, people were talking about it, warm orange lights, TV on, family sitting on the sofa talking and laughing, and he felt that he should be someone who loved his wife a lot, and it would be even better if he had a child.

This thought had always been buried in his mind. It would appear and hover in front of his eyes in the dead of night, but when he was alone, this thought would only grow stronger and stronger, like a raging fire that didn't give him any time to breathe.

However, he also knew that loneliness could erode one's sanity. Any decision made when one was alone could be drowned by regret at some point in the future.

The last cigarette.

Biting the butt of his cigarette, he was about to go downstairs to buy it when he saw Jiang Wangshu come out of the bathroom wiping his wet hair.

"I can't find a hairdryer." she said, frowning.

Fu Yu An waved his hand twice in the air and naturally shifted his gaze away from her. "It's in the cabinet at the top of the bathroom."

His hair was short. After he usually took a bath, he would allow the hair dryer to dry naturally. He hadn't used a hair dryer in a long time, so he didn't know if he could still use it after letting it go for so long.

"I'll get it." He took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the table in the living room. He took out the hair dryer, plugged it in and tested it. There was indeed no sound.

"Crap." "I'll go down and buy it."

Jiang Wenshu stood up to stop him, "I think it's better if I go. I just happen to be going down to buy some things."

"Your hair hasn't dried yet. You need to go out and catch a cold. Stay at home. I'll be back soon." There was no room for negotiation.

Perhaps it was because she had just taken a shower, but her face was blushing red. Fu Yuan picked up the key and was about to leave, but Jiang Wenshu could only beg, "Then when you return, can you bring me a bag of sanitary pads?"

The last few words were spoken in a low voice, but Fu Yuan heard it clearly. He nodded, then closed the door and left.

He left in a hurry and forgot to bring his phone with him. When he reached downstairs, he remembered that he was too lazy to go back and retrieve it. Luckily, he still had some cash in his pocket, so he didn't need to go back.

Jiang Wenshu was sitting in the living room, wiping her hair as she waited. Suddenly, a notification rang in the silence. She looked at her phone and saw that it wasn't hers. She looked around the living room until her gaze landed on Fu Yuan's phone.

It was a WeChat message from Meng Fan with only four words: Have you reached home yet?