Mr. Ke's little wife

Chapter 23
I started to think wildly, worrying if something happened to him?

It's only been three days, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I sent a message to find him.

I said, "Where are you? I'm worried about you."

"Sorry, I apologize to you, I was too impulsive that day."

"Are you coming back today?"

"Did something happen?"

"Ke Chen, can you speak to me... please!"

"When I beg you."

"I won't make trouble anymore, okay? Don't treat me like this..."

……

After sending dozens of text messages in a row, I watched him change from WIFI to 4G, and then he was busy and offline.

I was forced to accept the cold war that was coming, and the loneliness of being alone in an empty room.I talk to the wall, sleep with a pillow, and eat with air.Even if I go out, I can't find any other place to go except to see Aunt Qiu.

Until a week later, when he was drunk, Chen Sa called me and asked me to pick him up.When I arrived according to the address, Ke Chen was hugging a woman's waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, smiling foolishly.

he's drunk.

When the woman sitting in his arms saw me coming, she gave me a coquettish look and said provocatively: "Oh, Mr. Ke, your wife is here."

"Heh." Ke Chen raised his eyes and looked at me fiercely, just like the first time we met.He read my name coldly, as if I were extremely vicious: "Bai Zhi...Bai Zhi..."

"It's just a toy..."

Booing laughter came from the room, and I stood stiffly at the door, staring at him blankly, not daring to blink.It was as if I was stripped naked by him in public and let everyone watch.

I suddenly felt that there was really no need to say anything about destroying a relationship.At that moment, my heart was twisted like a knife, and even standing up had exhausted all my strength.

"You..." I opened my mouth, and as soon as I uttered a syllable, everyone in the box looked at me.His eyes were mixed, most of them were teased by watching a drama, "Please, send him back. I sent the address on his mobile phone..."

Anyway, in his eyes, there is no difference between me and those women, whoever picks it up is the same as whoever sends it back.

Is it just a plaything...

That night, I sat on the bench of the former university all night, and my uncle the doorman accompanied me.He is a very knowledgeable elder who is very comfortable to get along with. When I was in school, he was one of the few people I could talk to.

As the night turned cold, he handed me a coat. I wrapped it around my body, but my heart felt cramped. At this time, Ke Chen should be taken care of very comfortably.

This time, it was me who disappeared.

He stopped and went, went back to elementary school, middle school, and even went to the orphanage where he stayed.The courtyard is covered with ivy, and in the whitewashed brick wall, there is a sentence that I almost forget: "This is my home."

That's another story.

When I was in the orphanage, I ran away once and hid outside for several days, finally saving enough money for the bus fare.It turned out that I could escape.

But on the rainy day when I wanted to escape, I still couldn't bear it, so I picked up the child who was hiding from the rain under the big tree, and took him to the clothing store opposite.

He was very disobedient, crying and yelling to go back to the big tree, and even bit me viciously.I pressed him hard, and said fiercely: "Listen, kid, my sister has something to do now, so I don't have time to take care of you. If you want to die, just run over there and try!"

Not long after I left the store, I was discovered by the dean and the others.They drove over and couldn't get into the winding alley that I entered, so they had to stop at the door of the clothing store and get out of the car to chase.

When I was dragged to the side of the car, the child's father had already come to pick him up.He was wearing a suit, and he knew that he was dignified just by looking at it.I seem to have seen a savior, so I don't want to show my face, I even lower my voice: "You... no, it's... you can ask your father to save me?"

"What are you? You have a mother who raised Lu Xiao!" The child didn't speak, it was his father who spoke.He looked down at me, high above me, and trampled my self-esteem in the mud, worthless.

Later, I went back to that orphanage.I persuaded myself to accept my fate, and at the age when I should be presumptuous, I wrote the most against my will in the corner: This is my home.

Others say that I am arrogant and unruly.But only I know that in the weakest part of my heart, I was once stabbed severely by a knife.

(End of this chapter)