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Chapter 215 Missing Mother

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    There are thousands of waves in my heart, which are indescribably complicated.

    If Wu Weiwei is willing to put aside all her past sins at this moment and look back, I will consider forgiving her!

    But, will she?

    With no answer in my mind, I looked at her.

    Wu Weiwei was silent. Although she did not speak, I heard the answer from her silence.

    She hesitated between the cheating man and her family!  Her heart is still with that adulterer, I understand.

    I gave her a cold look: "We have nothing more to say."

    Wu Weiwei turned back to the room and closed the door heavily.

    I sat on the sofa and watched the dark TV screen for half an hour.

    I stood up and knocked on my daughter¡¯s door.

    My daughter was reading a story with her face slightly unhappy.

    No child will feel happy when he hears his parents quarreling.

    I no longer want to talk about her mother in front of my daughter: "Xiaoman, let's go out and open durians."

    My daughter put down the book in her hand and walked out of the living room with me.

    There is a trick to open durian. Use the tip of a fruit knife to pierce the durian head, and then twist it hard to make it fall apart naturally.  The plump pulp inside was exposed, and I could smell the ripe smell of it with a bit of alcohol, and my saliva couldn't help but secrete.

    "Xiao Man, come and try to see if it's sweet or not."

    Soon after I opened the durian, Wu Weiwei rushed out of the room. She pinched her nose and asked me: "Did you do it on purpose? You know that I hate durian, but you bought durian specifically to disgust me?"

    "You don't have to eat if you don't like it." I said to her coldly.

    Wu Weiwei wanted to say something else, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt nauseated and she hurried to the toilet to vomit.

    I didn¡¯t buy food to cook at noon, but ordered a few takeaways.

    I haven¡¯t cleaned up my house these days. There is a lot of chaos everywhere, and you can see garbage on the ground from time to time.

    In the afternoon, Wu Weiwei did not stay at home. She took her handbag and was about to go out.

    "Where to go?"

    She didn¡¯t answer me.

    "You are pregnant now, I can't let you go out casually." I said coldly.

    Wu Weiwei ignored me and continued to walk out.

    I followed her.

    "What do you want to do?" Wu Weiwei scolded.

    "I will accompany you. My pregnant wife is going out. As a caring husband, how can I not take good care of you." When I was outside, I would show my warm smile to Wu Weiwei.

    I have been forced into a devil by Wu Weiwei.

    Wu Weiwei looked at me and her pupils shrank, which was a sign of fear.

    She is now very afraid of me who is hysterical and acting crazy.

    I just want to scare her, torture her, and make her understand how much pain I was in!

    ¡°Let¡¯s go to the Civil Affairs Bureau for divorce!¡± Wu Weiwei stood downstairs and said to me seriously again.

    "Our relationship is over, there is no need to continue torturing each other."

    I shook my head pretending not to know: "Wife, what nonsense are you talking about? Our relationship is so good, stop joking."

    I have now become the most disgusting and disgusting hypocrite I used to be. Especially when Wu Weiwei and I are together on external occasions, I always play the role of a good husband.

    ¡°Once I got home, I treated Wu Weiwei like an enemy.

    I looked at her with the gentlest eyes, Wu Weiwei trembled all over, and she said feebly: "I'm not going anywhere, I'm going home."

    I could hear her voice trembling as she spoke.

    I would never treat my wife like this before. She is the person I love most. I couldn¡¯t even hold her in my hands, so how could I hurt her.

    After returning home, I continued to maintain a cold attitude towards Wu Weiwei.

    She simply stayed in the room and didn't come out.

    I went to the Variety Bar in the evening, and as soon as I walked in, I heard someone calling me.

    It turns out that Dazhu was also drinking there.

    I went up to greet him: "Dazhu, were you okay last night?"

    Dazhu talked about what happened last night with hatred on his face: "Those bastards are really good at playing dirty tricks. They played a trick on me last night."

    "A dozen of our brothers were taken back to the PaichuIn the end, I was interrogated by them for several hours, bah!  I was holding a chicken feather as an arrow, and when I saw them interrogating me, I really wanted to kick him so hard that I didn't even recognize him.  "

    Dazhu asked about the follow-up last night, and I told what happened to me.

    "Brother Hui, I'm so sorry. I almost got you into trouble last night. Those bastards are just like the rats in the ditch. They don't dare to fight against us who are just playing dirty tricks!" Dazhu said angrily.

    I shook my head: "We should learn a lesson from this time, we should not act so recklessly in the future, and we should make sure measures are taken!"

    "You take a rest during this period, and I will think of a way to take revenge with you." I said calmly.

    "Brother Hui, I feel relieved with your words."

    It was already past twelve o'clock in the evening when I got home, and all the lights in the house were turned off.

    I heard the sound of turning over in the room and Wu Weiwei's murmuring, which sounded like she was talking in her sleep.

    I couldn¡¯t help but get closer to the room, wanting to hear what she was talking about in her sleep.

    "You have changed, you have changed, you were not like this before"

    It turns out that Wu Weiwei was talking about these words in her sleep.

    It seems that I have caused a lot of psychological pressure on her during this period.

    But from her subconscious mind, she did not examine herself. Instead, she blamed everything on my change.

    Have I changed?

    I am reminded of a poem by Nalan Xingde: It is easy to change an old person's heart, but it is said that an old person's heart is easy to change.

    It¡¯s obvious that you have changed your mind, but you say it¡¯s me who has changed.

    I walked into the study, opened the window, and looked towards the sky.

    Tonight¡¯s night is not as expected. The moon is covered by dark clouds and there are few stars. This scene makes me sad.

    I'm confused.

    I took out my mobile phone and kept scrolling through the address book. I couldn¡¯t find a friend to tell me about it. Everyone was almost asleep at this time. How many sleepless people like me are there in the world?

    I miss my mother, who is far away in my hometown.

    My mother is very considerate. If she knew my situation, she would definitely comfort me.

    In the eyes of others, I am an adult in my thirties. I have to be responsible for myself and think about myself in everything I do. Middle-aged people like me have even become a symbol in society. Our emotions have been deprived.  We seem to be a tool to make money to support the family, and we can't even complain or suffer.

    Only in front of my mother can I tell my story and hardships like a child.

    There is a bright moon on the sea, and the world is at this moment.

    I have a strong hunch that my mother is not asleep yet.

    I can¡¯t explain why I feel this way, but this idea just comes to me suddenly.  Many times there is an inexplicable telepathy between close relatives, and we can sense the blood connection between our close relatives.

    I called my mother¡¯s cell phone and hung up after waiting for two seconds because I couldn¡¯t be sure whether my mother was asleep.

    But then my cell phone rang, and it was my mother¡¯s call.

    ¡°Mom, you¡¯re not asleep yet?¡±

    "Not yet. It's a bit hot and I can't sleep tonight. What's the matter with calling me so late?" Mother's kind voice came through the mobile phone.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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