At ten minutes past midnight, Zhou Shiting glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and then sighed slightly. Her husband had just sent back a message saying that he would accompany his customers to sing in KTV after dinner. It is estimated that when they have had enough of KTV, it would only be two in the morning. , three o'clock.
I don’t know how many times Zhou Shiting has been alone late at night, sitting in the living room waiting for her husband to come home. Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, Zhou Shiting and her husband are very loving, but only she knows that their marriage is already in stagnant water. …
Zhou Shiting's husband Zhang Haisheng is a middle-level leader of a listed company. He is busy with endless work every day. He either works overtime until late at night, or eats and drinks with clients until late at night... Occasionally there is a holiday or weekend, and Zhang Haisheng also has to spend time with his boss. Classmates and close buddies gather together, euphemistically called to keep in touch and bond.
It stands to reason that Zhang Haisheng should take Zhou Shiting with him in this situation, but he always used words such as "No one else has brought their family members, so it's not good for me to take you alone..." to prevaricate Zhou Shiting. Only on very rare occasions, that is, the kind of gatherings where everyone has to bring their wives, would Zhang Haisheng take Zhou Shiting with him.
In fact, Zhou Shiting is not a real housewife. She has her own job, translating French at home, and her income is about the same as her husband. Because her working hours are free, she is better than a real housewife. It is also hard work, not only to earn money to support the family, but also to take care of all the work of a housewife.
She has to take care of her husband's daily life and food, and take care of all the trivial things at home. When her husband needs it, she helps him go out to save face. When her husband doesn't need it, she has to wait for him at home to prevent her husband from drinking. I can't open the door by myself when I'm drunk...
Zhou Shiting didn't know when she got stuck in the quagmire of life. Because she worked at home, she had few friends. Her former school friends also drifted away after marriage, because they were all together. All we can talk about is past memories...it seems like we can no longer find new topics.
Even if you have friends... those are the wives of your husband's friends. This kind of relationship makes it difficult for Zhou Shiting to regard the other party as her close friend. Some words are neither profound nor superficial. If she complains to the other party more, it may reach her husband's ears the next day.
"Ding dong..." Zhou Shiting's cell phone rang at this time. She picked it up and found that it was a message from an unknown number.
"Honey, are you asleep?"
Zhou Shiting frowned, thinking that this should be a harassing text message, so she did not make any reply, but simply ignored it... and continued to change channels with the TV remote control in boredom.
Unexpectedly, after a while, the text message "Ding dong..." came from the phone again. Zhou Shiting took a look and saw that it was still from the unfamiliar number, but this time the content was a little special.
"Have you finished reading Lady Chatterley's Lover, the book I recommended to you last time?"
What a coincidence, Zhou Shiting just read this book a few days ago. The general content of the story is that the heroine finally fell in love with someone else because she couldn't stand her husband's indifference and sexless marriage...
Perhaps because she also encountered marital difficulties, Zhou Shiting was full of sympathy for the heroine in the book. At the same time, she also guessed that the unknown number must have sent the wrong text message, but she still edited some of her views on the book. Sent back as a text message.
What Zhou Shiting didn't expect was that she couldn't take it back that night. She was so engaged in chatting with the unknown number that she lost track of time. It wasn't until Zhang Haisheng came back drunk that he had to bring her back to reality. middle.
Seeing that his wife's face was not as ugly as when he came back from drinking in the past, Zhang Haisheng smiled and boasted to her that he had drunk so-and-so today and won another big project worth tens of millions...
But Zhou Shiting was not interested in this at all. Her mind was always thinking about the stranger she had a great chat with tonight, and the most ridiculous thing is that she still doesn't know whether the other person is a boy or a girl.
In the next few days, Zhou Shiting took the initiative to add friends to the other party. After looking at the other party's circle of friends, she learned that the other party was a girl two years younger than herself. She usually loved reading and sports, and she was even more surprised. Yes, the other party turned out to be a neighbor who lived in the same community as him, and they were also in the same community group, but usually neither of them talked in the group.
It was midnight again, Zhou Shiting couldn't help but look up at the time, but this time she was no longer waiting for her husband who came home late, but a good friend she had made during this period. They made an appointment to watch it together today. a movie……
After some repairs, Meng Zhe's house was finally habitable, so he proposed to Song Jiang that he wanted to move back. After all, the community there also had an exclusive underground parking lot, and Song Jiang's community had to pay for parking every time. Rob! Meng Zhe was very annoyed by this.
In fact, Song Jiang felt that living in his small home was quite comfortable. After all, he had lived there since he was a child. Now that he suddenly moved to a big house, he was really not used to it. But the problem of fighting for parking spaces does exist. If Song Jiang hadn't stopped him, Meng Zhe would have had to fight with others on several occasions...
After much thought, Song Jiang finally agreed to Meng Zhe's request and moved into Meng Zhe's mansion with his meager belongings... Unexpectedly, on the first day they moved back, something happened in the community.
At that time, the two of them were walking into the elevator carrying large and small bags. As soon as they entered, Meng Zhe frowned, then couldn't help but rub his nose with his hand and said, "It stinks..."
Song Jiang looked puzzled and said, "Does it smell bad? Why don't I smell anything?!"
Meng Zhe looked around and said, "The smell I'm talking about is an evil smell. As a mortal, of course you can't smell anything."
When Song Jiang heard that there was evil aura, he immediately said nervously, "Isn't it? Your house is haunted?! No way, wasn't it fine last time when you came back?!"
At this time, the elevator door opened with a "ding", and a long-haired woman walked in with her head lowered. She was wearing an apricot-colored patterned home dress, with a peony embroidered on her chest, which was very bright red...
When Song Jiang saw this, he was about to step aside, but Meng Zhe held him down and motioned for him to look carefully. Song Jiang took a closer look and saw that there was some kind of gorgeous peony flower on the woman's chest. It turned out to be a big hole that was bleeding out! !
