Chapter 11

In the following days, Arqiong had been disagreeing with the divorce, and I was concerned about my face and didn't dare to make a big fuss.

In addition to spending time with my son at night, I rarely speak at home, and Arqiong rarely takes the initiative to talk to me.The two of them were just consuming lukewarmly.

I met Liu Ying again this day, and she was embarrassed to see me.

It's okay Yingying.

No matter how good it is, it is not as good as you.

What is Director Hu busy with? I haven't seen him for a long time.

He went to the province for a meeting yesterday, and it would take another week.

When I heard this, was it a hint to me?

Haha, that's OK, I'll go with you after get off work?

She was shocked: No, don’t do it randomly.

Forget it, let's scare you.I won't go.

At night, after coaxing the child to sleep, I slipped out of the house again.

I called Liu Ying’s cell phone, but it was actually on.

Yingying, what are you doing?

Watching TV.Why haven't you been asleep yet?

Haha, I can't sleep when I think of you alone in the empty room.I'll accompany you?

Don't come, my parents are here.I'm going to go to bed.Bye-Bye.

I called his dad's house, and when I heard that it was his dad who answered the phone, I quickly hung up.

Humph, do you want to coax me?No way.

I sneaked to her door and knocked on the door a few times.

The door opened, and she stood in front of me in pajamas. When she saw that it was me, she gasped.

Why are you?

Why can't it be me?

I squeezed in sideways, closed the door, and locked it back, and the whole process was completed in one go.

Seeing her standing there stupidly, I hugged her gently, and she trembled to cater to me.

Enemies, you want to kill me.

Baby, how could I bear to harm you?I don't want to come either, but I always think of you in my heart, so I can't help but come.

We can't always be like this, we have homes, if ~~~~`

I can't be a husband and wife with you for the rest of my life. Is it okay to let us be a real husband and wife tonight?Let’s talk about what’s going on later.

She sighed softly.

I picked her up, walked to the big bed of her and the adulterer, looked up at the Hu Lai in the frame above the head of the bed, and smiled lewdly.

When he went to bed and took off Liu Ying's pajamas, Liu Ying seemed to have become a different person.She hugged me tightly and kept kissing her, making me breathless.

Without too many preludes, Liu Ying couldn't wait to pull me onto her.

I worked very hard that night, not only to atone for my timidity to miss a great marriage, but also to feel the pleasure of revenge for being able to rape his wife in the bed of a naughty adulterer.

Liu Ying can't feel my psychological activities at all.

What she could feel was that I was frantically trotting on her, which made her cry and laugh, and kept calling out nonsense like "husband, heart, I love you".

I felt particularly satisfied this night, both physically and more psychologically.

I got up very early in the morning and sneaked out of Liu Ying's courtyard.

After all, I feel guilty and I am not at my own home, not to mention that there are many people I know in this courtyard.

I passed by Binjiang Park. I haven’t been here for a long time. It’s still early to go to work. Let’s go in and take a look.

Early in the morning, there were old people in the park, and those young people were probably still immersed in their dreams.

A group of old people are practicing Tai Chi.

Those old people who practice Tai Chi are very energetic. Some foreigners call Tai Chi Chinese fitness dance, which is quite appropriate.

However, some foreigners also call Tai Chi oriental ballet, which makes it difficult for me, a person who lacks artistic cells to understand.

Another group of old people were dancing ballroom dances around an old-fashioned inclusion machine. I was surprised at how regular these old people danced. The steps were so cool and comfortable.

In the current dance hall, it is just a place to find meaty flavor, and it is difficult to see such regular dance steps.

By the river, several pairs of old men supported each other, and their pale heads showed the years they had experienced together. The slightly staggering but absolutely consistent steps seemed so warm and charming under the thin mist.

Looking at the landscape, I was stunned.

I looked at them enviously, and my thoughts flew to the point where many years later, when I was white-haired, would anyone still snuggle with me like this?