"I, I¡ª" Mo Yu's eyes were red, and a feeling of sadness came over him, "I'm too tired, I overslept"
"What about your family?" The security guard frowned and asked again.
"Only me¡ª" Mo Yu closed his eyes, feeling deeply wronged.
Why doesn't she hope that there will be one more person to help her and share the fatigue?
"What? Just you?" The security guard looked at the girl in Mo Yu's arms, and asked in disbelief, "Where's your husband?"
"I'm working out of town." His tone was filled with disappointment.
"Where's your mother-in-law?"
"She¡ª" Mo Yu suddenly stopped.
In order to avoid being misunderstood by others, causing unnecessary gossip, and not to mention the unreliable and vitriolic character of the mother-in-law.
Then he said: "I'm getting older and my health is not good."
Hearing this, the security guard stopped talking, put away his reproachful look, and looked at Mo Yu with pity, and then at the two children, one big and one small.
"The current society is not as good as before. Children, you still have to take good care of them and pay more attention! If you can't pick them up in time in the future, you must educate your children well, stay in the school class, and don't go out alone."
"Yes yes yes, I know!" Mo Yu couldn't stop bending over and nodding, like a child who had done something wrong and was reprimanded.
Xiang Xiaotian stood quietly on the side, lowered his head, his eyes were slightly red, his lips were tightly pressed, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he was holding back something.
Such a mother made him feel uncomfortable and heartbroken.
This time, on the way home, Xiang Xiaotian didn't say a word.
After dinner, I consciously went to wash up, and did not pester Mo Yu to tell stories and play.
Seeing that his younger sister Xiang Xiaonuan was still pestering Mo Yu, she stepped forward and took the initiative to coax her away, and went to play in the playpen on the side.
Mo Yu is a sensitive person, so he noticed Xiang Xiaotian's abnormality.
"Little Tian, ??do you have anything to say?"
"Mom, no!" The young child was afraid of being found out, so he lowered his head and spoke softly.
"Mom knows that you have something to ask. Do you remember when you were a child, did your mother educate you? If there is something unhappy, say it, and don't hold it in your heart. Otherwise, mother will feel uncomfortable."
"Mom¡ª" the boy hesitated, "Why does someone else's father pick up his own child, but my father is always so busy?"
Mo Yu paused, hugging the boy's head in distress.
"If you wait a little longer, Dad will have time."
The boy was dubious and looked at Mo Yu with a frown.
"Okay, stop thinking about it. Stop playing. You and your sister should sleep well at such a late hour."
In the dead of night, Mo Yu didn't want to sleep, and turned on the dusty old-fashioned laptop.
Click on the recruitment website and start searching for jobs seriously.
? High positions, high salaries, high work experience requirements, and age restrictions.
The position is medium, the salary is average, and the requirements are not low.
The position is low, the salary is low, and the requirements are low, but she can't pass the hurdle in her heart.
After all, she was already in her thirties, and she couldn't imagine that she was facing a group of young leaders who were much younger than herself.
In the end, she chose the position of sales representative.
?The job requirements for a sales representative are not high. As long as they look good, are willing to endure hardships and stand hard work, and are willing to put in several times more effort than ordinary people, there will always be rewards.
It took her several hours to create a resume with a simple layout in detail.
Feeling apprehensive, she sent out several cover letters in succession.
Before I knew it, dawn had already broken.
She rubbed her aching, swollen and sore brain, her hands were hanging weakly on both sides of the chair, she raised her head, closed her eyes, and let her mind go.
Suddenly thinking of yesterday, when her husband hadn't answered her call, Mo Yu's right hand trembled slightly, unable to pick up the phone.
? Recently, the news frequently broadcast information about various plane crashes or disappearances, and I was worried, so I hurriedly dialed the phone number of the other party.
This time, the phone rang not long before it was connected.
Mo Yu was excited.
As long as someone answers the phone, it means that the person is fine, just fine! Just as he was about to speak, he heard a sweet female voice.
"Hello, who is this?"
A thunderbolt from the blue sky split Mo Yu's outer scorched and inner tenderness. The whole person froze in place, and his mind went blank.
When there was no answer, the sweet voice was angry.
"Who is¡ª??This is¡ª"
Seeing the name displayed on the video screen, the corner of the woman's mouth was raised, her eyes were rippling, and she did not hang up the phone.
Mo Yu didn't notice the calculation in the middle, and listened to the voice on the phone without moving his ears for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Then came a familiar male voice, it was Xiang Yang.
"There are harassing calls!" The woman said coquettishly.
"Really? Let me see!" The male voice came again.
Mo Yu panicked and hung up the phone in a hurry.
In the next second, he burst into tears, smashed his phone heavily on the wall, squatted down, buried his head deeply in his knees, and trembled all over.
The emotional reality slapped her hard: Xiang Yang, betrayed her!
She thought: her husband is honest and reliable. Even if he can't take care of her and the children because of his busy schedule, he will at least guard the house.
Once upon a time, she looked at the countless gossip news about celebrities who were separated from each other, and finally had to end up in divorce, and while she snorted, she secretly rejoiced: I found a good husband.
He once said: "I will take good care of you for the rest of my life."
But it doesn't mean: "We are a couple for life."
?In the narrow study room, the computer screen flickering on and off, and a woman crying loudly, the atmosphere is so sad that it makes people despair.
Her love, faith, and home are all gone.
At the same time, in the luxury hotel.
The man was simply wrapped in a white bath towel, and he took the mobile phone from the young woman's hand, frowning, and carefully checked the display page of the mobile phone.
"Who were you talking to just now?"
"A harassing call, I've already hung up!"
The young and beautiful woman had big dark eyes shining, she wrapped her arms around the man's right arm affectionately, and said with a smile, "Hurry up and get dressed, we have to see the client later."
The woman's voice was very crisp, mixed with an irresistible sweetness.
When he didn't see any new incoming call records, although he was puzzled, he didn't continue to ask.
The young and beautiful woman named Qin Shuyun is his personal secretary.
Cheerful personality, strong social skills.
It was she who comforted his lonely soul and wounded spirit during his struggle.
For four or five consecutive years, he gradually got used to her existence, and his body has long been inseparable from her.
In his mind, a slovenly woman with disheveled clothes, sudden eyes, and no energy flashed across his mind, and he frowned.
At first, when he crossed the moral line of marriage, he blamed himself very much.
It can be seen that Mo Yu, as a wife, gradually loses her original charm, and has no extra energy to take care of his body and soul, let alone whether he is tired or not. Gradually, he felt tired.
He needs new stimulation, a new life.
He met Qin Shuyun, a charming woman who could make him feel the heartbeat and youthfulness.
Unable to extricate himself, he indulged in the tenderness of her interpretation.
Having experienced the joy of rebirth for the first time, there will be a second time soon.
Over time, with more contact, he became very tolerant of himself, unrestrained, and ran counter to the direction of the family.
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