Time and you are my fault

Chu Yi held the bowl, and glanced at him lightly, "Mr. Zong, you served this pot of porridge just now."

"You don't need to bend your arms to serve porridge." He tapped the spoon with his long fingers, "but you need to eat porridge."

The man's face was calm, and he almost had that unreasonable request written on his face.

Chuy continued to eat, "Then you are hungry!"

Zong Yanzu waited for a long time, but the woman ignored him.

He bent his arms to grab the spoon, and there was a little pain in his eyes.

Reluctantly grabbed the spoon to scoop up a spoonful of shredded chicken porridge, before he could lift his arm, he let go because of the pain.

The spoon fell into the bowl with a snap, making a crisp crash.

Chuy wanted to ignore this scene, but his actions and expressions were too eye-catching.

He gritted his back molars helplessly, grabbed the spoon in front of him, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and handed it to the man's lips!
A smile flashed in the man's eyes, he didn't open his mouth, "It's hot."

Chu Yi widened her eyes, "Zong Yanchu, are you a child? Do you want me to blow it to you?!"

"It's not like you haven't played before."

When he first got married, after Hengzong's mess was cleaned up, Zong Yanxi went around to make connections.

Day and night, I drank wine like water, and ended up with stomach bleeding.

Chu Yi took care of her in the hospital without sleep for three days.

Cooking porridge and feeding him with your own hands is so considerate.

If people always have to lose something, they will feel regretful.

Zong Yanzu restrained his thoughts, intending not to tease her anymore.

As a result, he saw the little woman holding the spoon with her slender fingers, moved it to his lips, blew on it, and brought it to him again.

"Isn't that okay?" Chu Yi frowned, her brows and eyes full of suppressed anger.

That's what it feels like to take care of your baby!

Zong Yanchu smiled, his pretty eyebrows were bent, and he ate all the food she fed.

Chu Yi served Zong Yanzu reluctantly.

The man looked at her thoughtful care with a smile on his brow and eyes, feeling unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.

After the meal, Chu Yi simply cleaned up the dining table, picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

"Chu Yi." Zong Yanzu sat on the sofa and called out to those who were about to leave.

Chuy looked back at him, with the attitude of you want to fart.

"You didn't look for a marriage certificate?"

Chuy was stunned.

Today Zong Yanqi suddenly fainted, she was so frightened that she forgot the business.

There is no one in the basement, and the upper floors have not been found yet.

"Sleep here tonight."

Seeing that the woman's complexion was not very good, he added, "If you don't want to sleep in the master bedroom, then sleep in the guest bedroom. Besides, my fever has not subsided. If the fever flares up in the middle of the night, there will be no one at home."

"It's not good to be divorced and widowed."

Chu Yi pursed her lips, and the last trace of wavering in her heart was eliminated.

After deciding to stay, Chu Yi searched every corner and every room of the house without any delay.

She was so tired that she was sweating profusely, and even searched the edge of the shoe cabinet, but she couldn't find it.

She remembered that when she packed her suitcase that day, she obviously took her documents away, even if she didn't take her away, it was in the cloakroom.

But no, it just disappeared.

Chuy stood at the door of the master bedroom, staring at the closed door in a daze.

She still suspected that the marriage certificate was hidden by Zong Yanke.

The door was opened, Zong Yanzu looked at the little woman leaning against the wall in a daze, rubbed her soft hair, "What are you doing here?"

Chuy looked him up and down suspiciously.

"Do you suspect I'm hiding?"

He asked frankly, which made Chu Yi feel a little villainous.

"We have been married for so many years, and I have never seen our marriage certificate except the day we received it," he said.

Chu Yi smiled wryly in her heart.

Right.

How could the person who gave her the divorce agreement on the day of her wedding care about a dispensable marriage certificate?

Gathering his thoughts, he strayed into the guest bedroom, then locked the door and went into the bathroom.

Zong Yanzu smiled helplessly when he heard the sound of the door being locked.

Then he walked downstairs.

He went to the storage room in the basement again, sat on the floor, took out the diaries, and looked through them carefully.

The diary is not written every day, just pick important days or interesting days to record.

When he saw the record on her birthday in the first diary, a white light flashed in the man's mind.

He quickly pulled out other diaries and turned to Chuy's birthday.

Juanxiu's handwriting is neat and neat, and every word is engraved into his heart.

The man leaned against the shelf with his eyes closed.

There was a sour pain in the heart.

But on Chewie's 16th birthday, she didn't write anything.

Zong Yanzhu frowned slightly, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Mo Shaoming, and the other party replied quickly.

[Qiao Shiyue is also your mother-in-law, who died of systemic organ failure one month before Chu Yi's 16th birthday. 】

[Oh, by the way, one month after Qiao Shiyue's death, that is, on her 16th birthday, her father married his current wife into the family. Don't you know this? 】

Zong Yanzu did not reply to Mo Shaoming's message.

At that moment, he felt that the diary in his hand was a bit heavy, so heavy that he couldn't hold it in his hand.

Qiao Shiyue and Chu Yi had the same birthday, but Chu Yi never mentioned it.

She seems to rarely mention her family.

On the eve of her 16th birthday, her mother died, and her father married another less than a month later.

At that time, she had not yet come out of the grief of her mother's death, and she had to face the fact that her father remarried. She was still a child at that time, how helpless was she?
The man suddenly became a little irritable.

He put all the diaries back in place, and left the storage room in a panic.

Chu Yi struggled in the room for a long time, and finally knocked on the door next door.

The marriage certificate was not found for a long time, and he needed Zong Yanxi's ID card to issue a marriage certificate.

The room was very quiet when the door was opened, only the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Chu Yi thought that since divorce was about to happen, it was better for the two of them to avoid suspicion.

Just as he was about to leave, there was the sound of crackling glass shattering in the bathroom.

The sound of water stopped.

Chewie stopped the foot she wanted to move away.

The wound on his arm has just been bandaged, will it be a problem to take a bath?

Suddenly realizing that he was worried about that man, he shook his head vigorously and turned to leave.

There was another thump behind him.

Heard it through the door.

Chu Yi felt that the sound was very familiar, a bit like the sound of her falling in the bathroom that day.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she still knocked on the door, "Zong Yanzu?"

The bathroom was quiet and no one answered.

"What's wrong with you?" Chu Yi leaned against the door and asked, "Zong Yanzu!"

Still nothing.

Chu Yi was suddenly afraid that he would faint again like in the morning, and pushed the door open regardless of others.

In front of him was a man lying on the ground, clutching his arms in pain.

Chu Yi was startled, and hurried forward, "How is it?"

Zong Yanzu's deep eyes were deep, his face was painful, "It hurts, it might be torn."

Chu Yi carefully helped him up.

Pushing the person to sit on the toilet, "Don't move around, I'll get the medicine box."

After speaking, she rushed out of the bathroom. No one knew the location of the medicine box at home better than her.

When he turned back, he saw Zong Yanqi sitting there with a pale face and motionless.

She actually felt that this man was sometimes as troublesome as a child.

Untied the gauze, but fortunately the wound was not torn, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, go out and lie down on the bed." Chu Yi looked at him.

Only then did I notice that the man was only wearing a towel around his lower body...

The lines of the arms and abdominal muscles are clear, and it is even more ambiguous under the gentle light of the bathroom at this moment.

Chuy quickly let go of her hand and took a step back.

However, the man looked up at her aggrievedly, "But I haven't taken a shower yet."

"No... I won't wash it anymore, just bear with it." Chu Yi stammered a bit.

"But I had a fever and sweated a lot today, and I felt uncomfortable and didn't taste good." He looked helpless.

"Then what should you do if your wound is torn?" Chu Yi met the man's eyes, his black pupils seemed to be swirling, trying to suck her in.

"So I have to trouble you to wash it for me."