Mysterious lover: See you tonight, President

He has known Bai Su for 20 years and married for nearly seven years. After all, he has come to the stage of divorce.

When I married Bai Su in those years, I was young and full of vigor. I always felt that it was just a marriage I despised. What big waves could this clever and almost enslaved wife make? He was the leader in this marriage, and only he was qualified to divorce.

However, as time goes by, those who fall in love first get away easily, while those who fall in love later are trapped and unable to extricate themselves. Maybe this is God's way to punish those who don't know how to cherish.

He is despicable to keep her around, a little longer, a little longer, even if he used up all his own disdainful means.

Poor thing.

He gazed at the empty study and wanted to laugh at himself, but he couldn't pick up his lips.

He lost her.

Old house.

The old lady was not at ease all night. Although she knew that the photos were not true, it was always uncomfortable for her to hide from Bai su.

In her eyes, Bai Su is not only her daughter-in-law, but also her daughter. Her love and care for Bai Su is never less than that of the Han brothers. If Han Zhaoxue is not her son, she will not want her daughter to be wronged no matter whether the other party has done something wrong to Bai Su.

But now, because Han Zhaoxue is her son, a bowl of water has tilted, which makes her very remorse, especially for Bai su.

When she turned over again, Han's father finally couldn't help sighing, "did you bake pancakes this night? Are you going to sleep? "

"You sleep on your own, leave me alone."

Han's mother's tone is not good, wrapped up in a quilt, wrapped himself into a ball.

Han's father turned on the light and looked at the angry old woman with a helpless smile. "You say you are so grown-up, how can you still be like a child? What's the matter?"

Han's mother turned over and looked at him with a sad face. After a long time, she said, "do you think it's good for us to hide this from Bai Suzhen?"

"If you feel sorry, tell her that Bai Su is not so careful. You can tell that he has ulterior motives."

Han's mother looked at him contemptuously. "A woman can never be generous in this kind of thing. If she is generous, it can only explain one problem, that is, your husband is dispensable to her. Even if you are outside, she doesn't care."

Father Han

"Then don't say."

Han's mother suddenly jumped up from the bed and glared at Han's father with a black face. "Your daughter's husband is having an affair with other women outside. Will you cover it for your son-in-law and keep it from your daughter?"

Father Han

"Say it then."

"But if Bai Suxin does, it's not true."

Han's father was speechless, "it's not OK to say, it's not OK not to say, so what do you say?"

Han's mother suddenly let off steam, "I'm probably really a selfish mother. In this matter, I can't make a bowl of water even."

Han's father put his hand around her shoulder and said in a low voice, "it's not your fault. No matter who the water is, your starting point is for the good of the two children. Since it's for their good, what's wrong?"

"But I'm always a little flustered." Han's mother poked her chest in a dispirited tone.

Han's father patted her gently and comforted her, "that's because you worry too much. Have a good rest. If you have a good rest, nothing will happen. The two children are so grown-up. How to deal with it? If you can't count in your heart, things will not be as bad as you think."

"I hope so," Han's mother sighed, lifted the quilt and said, "you go to bed first. I'll go to see Nannan. When she just went to bed, she even asked me about my photos during the day. Now the children are so ghost that they can't hide anything from them."

Han's father shakes his head and gets into bed. He thinks that it's all children's debts. It's not as good as when the children were young, they could talk with their wives at night. Now the older they are, the less time they spend together. When the baby's operation is over, he has to find a time to go to a two person world with his old companion to make up for these years' shortcomings.

The next morning, Han Zhaoxue was awakened by a telephone ring.

He raised his tired eyes. The sunlight from the window made him squint. Then he groped for his mobile phone. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was a hoarse voice torn by the wind. "Hello."

Yang Zhen Leng Leng, hurriedly looked at the mobile phone, determined that it was Han Zhaoxue's phone right, then explored, "Han Zong?"

Han Zhaoxue cleared her throat, but her voice was still broken, "what's the matter?"

"Ah, didn't you ask me to inform the department managers of the morning meeting yesterday? Everyone is here. Why haven't you come yet?"

Han Zhaoxue took a look at the time. It was almost ten o'clock.

He stretched out his hand and pressed both sides of the bridge of his nose, but the dull pain from his temple did not abate at all, and his breathing was not smooth.

Last night, after Bai Su left, he stayed in his study, thinking about all kinds of things they had known each other since, thinking about this seven-year marriage. Later, he couldn't remember how he fell asleep. The window wasn't closed, so he lay down in front of his desk and blew the cold wind all night. He didn't have a thorough body, which obviously aggravated his illness.

However, it doesn't matter to him any more. He can be weak in front of Bai su. That's because he knows that she will be distressed, but now that this person is gone, no matter how hard he is, no one will care about him. He doesn't care about himself.

He even thinks it's not bad. It's better to be as sick as possible. In this way, maybe Bai Su will be willing to look back at him.

"I have something to do at the moment. Please let us know that the meeting will be changed to three o'clock in the afternoon."

"All right," Yang Zhen said after a pause, "Mr. Han, don't worry, do you?"

As Han Zhaoxue's assistant for many years, Yang Zhen's intuition is very keen.

Before yesterday's separation, Han Zhaoxue was still full of joy, but now she looks like she has no sorrow or joy. It's obvious that something has happened.

"Nothing."

Crisp two words, finish, Han Zhaoxue hang up the phone.

He got up, came out of his study and went to the bedroom, the room he had not even dared to step into last night.

When he opened the bedroom door, he felt like he was in a trance, just like he was still sleeping, everything was the same, nothing had changed.

Yes, the bedroom looks like nothing has changed.

The big red sheets on the double bed, the complete sets of pillows and quilts, and even the white dressing table are almost unchanged.

He clenched his lips and stood by the wardrobe for a long time before reaching out to open it.

The clothes inside were neatly stacked. On one side was his, and on the other side, there was almost nothing left except the high-grade clothes he ordered for her every quarter.