At this time, Lu Kejun, who had already fallen asleep at home, was woken up by a phone call. When he saw the call from Wen Zhan, his eyes immediately became clear.
But before she could speak, a familiar wailing sound came from over there.
She instantly understood that Gu Xinchen was drunk and going crazy again.
Those words penetrated her ears word by word, causing ripples in her calm heart, and her chest suddenly felt like a thousand pounds of weight.
The two had been arguing for so long. Although she initiated the divorce, she felt more pain than Gu Xinchen.
After all, she had been pursuing Gu Xinchen since she was a child. She fell in love deeper and more deeply.
She also knew that Gu Xinchen was definitely not as good to her as Wen Zhan.
But how can I put it, people are just mean and like to climb high. The more they ignore you, the more unconvinced you feel.
After so many years of perseverance, she finally married Gu Xinchen as she wished. She thought that her wish came true and that her future life would be full of happiness. However, she didn't expect that they would get divorced after just over a year of marriage.
She hated Gu Xinchen, but wasn't hatred transformed by love?
The deeper the hatred, the deeper the love.
Over there, Gu Xinchen was still accusing, shouting inarticulately: "Lu Kejun... you are not kind... why can you leave whenever you want, but I will never leave... I'm used to you being so mean every day." Wen Zhan is used to your temper!"
Lu Kejun was still a little touched at first, but when he heard this, he suddenly became angry.
"Gu Xinchen! You are a bastard! You are my husband, and you are not as good as an outsider being nice to me. Do you still think it's justified?!" She yelled at the phone angrily, completely ignoring the inner feelings of the other person present.
When Wen Zhan heard the words "an outsider", it felt as if a knife had stabbed his heart accurately.
It turns out that so many years of care and waiting have resulted in the position of "an outsider".
The corners of his mouth twitched into a self-deprecating smile, and he felt really cheap.
——I didn't stay with my wife and children in the middle of the night, and ran out to meddle in this business, and even said a negative word.
Gu Xinchen, who was unconscious in the back seat, suddenly sat up straight when he heard his wife's voice, "...Kejun?"
Looking around blankly, he asked inarticulately: "Azhan... you, did you bring Lu Kejun with you?"
Wen Zhan rolled his eyes, his face gloomy, and said mischievously: "Yes, look outside, she is looking at you through the car window."
Gu Xinchen actually believed it and actually turned to look out the window. After looking at it for a long time, he said loudly: "You... nonsense, nonsense... there is no one outside the window, no one..."
The next second, he shouted again at the top of his lungs: "Lu Kejun! Where are you? Come back! Go home! If you want to have a baby, just give birth... give birth -"
Hearing this, Wen Zhan's expression changed again.
——Is this a compromise?
On the other side of the phone, Lu Kejun also heard this sentence.
Her heart suddenly felt warm, as if the good news she had been waiting for for a long time finally came. She should be excited and excited.
But when she thought about the conflicts between the two of them these days and the pain her husband had caused her, her eldest daughter's temper grew again.
"I will go home if you ask me to go home? That place is no longer my home!"
"That's your home! You married me, you are Mrs. Gu, that's your home!"
"No! I only have one family, the Lu family!"
The two quarreled very childishly, and Wen Zhan was speechless.
"Kejun, are you still in the Lu family?" He couldn't listen anymore and interrupted.
Lu Kejun responded: "Well, I'm still with my parents."
Wen Zhan was in a dilemma: "What about Xinchen? He is very drunk and needs someone to take care of him at night."
Lu Kejun was still angry and said nonchalantly: "That's his business. Anyway, if I don't take care of him, my parents are already asleep. You must not send him here."
"..."
"Or, take him back and let him go wherever he likes when he sobers up tomorrow."
Before Wen Zhan could respond, he suddenly heard the sound of retching from the back seat. His scalp went numb and he quickly pulled over and said, "Gu Xinchen, don't vomit on my car!"
But there was still no time.
When he got out of the car and opened the back door, the drunk man had vomited all over his body and his expensive handmade suit was stained.
Wen Zhan was at the door of the car, holding his forehead with one hand, filled with anger and helplessness.
Originally, he had the idea to take him back to Yujingwan, but now he was so angry that he didn't want to cause such trouble.
So Wen Zhan sent people to the most luxurious hotel owned by the Gu family, opened a presidential suite, and called Gu Xinchen's special assistant and asked him to come and take care of him - and he went back home.
Mu Wanqing took a nap, and when she woke up and finished feeding her baby, she heard the sound of cars coming from the silent night.
It must be Wen Zhan who is back.
She suddenly became nervous, turned her back instinctively, and closed her eyes.
Only by pretending to be asleep can you pretend to know nothing and avoid any communication with him.
Wen Zhan went home and went upstairs, deliberately moving lightly for fear of waking up his sleeping wife and children.
When he walked outside the master bedroom door, he raised his hand and was about to unscrew the door lock. Suddenly he thought of something, frowned, and dropped his palm again.
He lowered his head and smelled himself, frowning even more tightly.
Gu Xinchen vomited in the car. Even though he came back with the window open, he still smelled like alcohol.
Entering the master bedroom at such a late hour would wake her up, and the smell of alcohol would suffocate her...
Therefore, after a brief moment of self-disgust, Wen Zhan turned around and left the master bedroom and went to the guest room where Mu Wanqing slept a few days ago.
In the room, the woman with her ears perked up clearly heard the man's footsteps gradually approaching and stopped - her breath was also held.
However, after a few seconds, the expected sound of opening the door did not sound, and the man's footsteps gradually moved away.
Mu Wanqing suddenly opened her eyes, and when doubts flashed through her heart, there was also a thick feeling of coldness.
Look, after seeing my sweetheart come back, I don’t even want to go back to my room.
Is it because Miss Lu is still occupying her heart, and her body instinctively rejects other women? Even his wife doesn't want to see it.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and she took a slow breath, forcing herself not to think about it, and go to sleep!
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In order to get divorced and regain her freedom as soon as possible, Mu Wanqing ran out for several days and took Ye Huan to look at the house with her.
Looking back and forth, I feel that the rent is too expensive.
Only then did she realize what it meant when Wen Zhan said a few days ago that she was ignorant of the world and did not understand the difficulties of living in today's society.
Ye Huan originally wanted her to live in the same community as him, but the rent of eight thousand a month in that high-end community scared her so much that she shook her head like a rattle.
"I submit my resume online these days, because I have no work experience and my monthly salary is as low as 5,000. How can I afford to live in a community like yours?"
After viewing another apartment, the two sat in a dessert shop to eat. Mu Wanqing sighed with a sad face.
Ye Huan took care of her daughter, looked at her after hearing this, and advised: "In this case, why do you have to hold your breath? What's the use of your backbone, can it be used as food? You can either leave, or you can calm down and gain some energy. Damage fee. With your husband’s worth, even if the cracks in his fingers are leaking, it will be enough for you to have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life."
Mu Wanqing smiled bitterly, "If this is the case, he will think that I am getting divorced just for money."
"There's nothing wrong with money. It's hard to make it in this world without money."
After Ye Huan finished speaking, her cell phone rang. It was her husband Chen Haoyang calling.
"Another client was robbed? How could this happen? Have you offended anyone recently?" She answered the phone and was shocked when she heard what her husband said.
