Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Wen Liang looked up at him, feeling incredible.

During the time she came to Fu's house, Fu Zheng's attitude had always been lukewarm. He was neither alienated nor close. Why would he suddenly bring her a cake?

"Don't like it?" Seeing her expression, Fu Zheng asked.

Wen Liang shook his head and nodded hastily.

How can you not like it?

She had seen her classmates eat it. The cakes in this bakery were very expensive. She was lucky enough to taste their matcha cake once and the taste was unforgettable.

At that time, my father's salary was enough to support the two of them, and my father was never stingy with Wenliang. However, the cakes in the afternoon were expensive. Like afternoon tea, it was a luxury product and was very precious to the ordinary Wenliang family. .

"As long as you like it." Fu Zheng smiled faintly, turned around and went upstairs.

Wen Liang sat there blankly, looking at the paper bag packaging in front of her, still in disbelief. It wasn't until Fu Zheng was about to walk upstairs that she realized what she was doing and shouted "Thank you, second brother" towards the stairs.

Regardless of whether Fu Zheng heard it or not, Wen Liang knew that her voice was full of sweetness.

This was the first time, the first time the conversation between them was no longer just a simple greeting.

It seems that with the cake in front of them, their relationship has taken a big step forward.

She held the cake wrapping paper bag and looked around, her heart bubbling with satisfaction.

At this moment, even the boring math and physics homework became cute. She put the cake next to her and secretly told herself that if she finished her homework quickly, she could eat the cake.

That day, as expected, she finished her homework in half an hour less than before, and carefully opened the cake packaging as if she was handling some rare treasure.

After opening the package, she didn't rush to eat, but took a few photos with her mobile phone.

No matter how I shoot, I am not satisfied.

She picked over and over again, and finally picked out a qualified one, and posted it on Moments. There was no accompanying text, just an emoji of a cake.

It represents her silent joy.

It represents the girl's thoughts that she cannot express.

It represents her most youthful and innocent love at that time.

That day, she felt that the black forest cake in the afternoon was particularly delicious, a hundred times more delicious than the matcha cake.

Later, she often bought the black forest cakes from this store, and it gradually became a habit.

If she likes the cakes from this store, it would be better to say that she likes the person who sent the cakes in the first place.

It was only today that she realized that the cake was not wanted by others.

The thoughts she had treasured for so many years were easily accessible to Chu Siyi.

What Chu Siyi didn't want was her turn.

Just like Fu Zheng, Chu Siyi broke up with him before he could marry her.

……

At [-]:[-] p.m., the door of Xinghewan Villa opened and a black Cayenne drove in.

"Sir is here."

The driver turned on the interior lights and looked into the back seat.

Fu Zheng was leaning on the back of his chair, closing his eyes to rest. Hearing this, he raised his hand and rubbed his brow, opened his eyes, opened the car door, got out of the car, and walked into the house.

Opening the door, the room was dark.

Fu Zheng woke up for a while and pressed the switch at the door. The living room suddenly became bright and the lights were dazzling.

There was no one in the living room, only the bright light shone on his lonely figure.

Fu Zheng stood in the middle of the living room and looked around a few times, feeling that something was wrong.

But I can't tell what's wrong.

He went to the living room and poured himself a glass of warm water. When he walked out, he finally found out.

In the past, when he came home late from socializing, the lights were always on in the living room.

Wenliang was sometimes watching TV, sometimes playing with her mobile phone, and sometimes she was so sleepy that she fell asleep on the sofa, waiting for him to come back and take her to the master bedroom to rest together.

He knew she was specifically waiting for him to come back.

On the day he came back from a business trip at the beginning of the month, Wen Liang was still waiting for him to fall asleep on the sofa.

It was just that after he filed for divorce, it never happened again. When he came back at night, the living room was always dark and chilly.

"Sir, you are back." The aunt heard the sound in the living room and came out to check.

"Ah."

"You've been drinking. How about I cook you some hangover soup?"

"Go."

Fu Zheng drank some water, sat down on the sofa, leaned against the back of the sofa, closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead tiredly.

After a while, the aunt brought the hangover soup to the coffee table in the living room and called out to Fu Zheng: "Sir, drink it while it's hot."

"Yes." Fu Zheng opened his eyes and responded in a low voice, but did not move.

When the aunt saw the hangover soup, she went to the kitchen with hot smoke. After a while, she brought out a fresh fruit plate and placed it in front of Fu Zheng, "Sir, if you don't want to drink the hangover soup, just eat it." Order some fruit.”

Several fruits in the fruit plate also have hangover-relieving effects.

"It's troublesome."

"No trouble, I prepared these fruits for my wife, but my wife seemed to have a bad appetite today. She went upstairs without eating much for dinner, and she didn't eat the fruit plate either."

Fu Zheng paused for a moment after hearing this, "Is Madam's stomach and intestines not feeling well?"

"It seems like today is the only time I'm not doing well. I look a little worried." Auntie reminded me secretly.

She knew that the two people did not successfully divorce that day, and Mr. Fu should have intervened.

But no matter what, this marriage took a turn for the better.

She still hoped in her heart that the two of them could return to their previous harmony.

"I understand." Fu Zheng nodded, took a few bites of the fruit and went upstairs to rest.

The next day, when Fu Zheng came back from running, Wen Liang was already sitting in the restaurant, and his aunt was serving breakfast.

Fu Zheng went upstairs, took a shower and changed clothes, then came back and sat down in front of Wen Liang.

"morning."

Wen Liang lowered his head to eat, "Morning."

The dinner table became quiet, and the two of them ate their meals separately.

After a moment, Wen Liang put down his chopsticks and stood up, "I'm done eating. I'm going to the company first."

Fu Zheng also put down his chopsticks, "I've finished eating too, and I'll join you."

The two sat in the back seat of the car together.

The driver drove quietly.

The atmosphere in the carriage was silent.

No one spoke.

I don’t know since when, the words between them became less and less.

Neither of you is a talkative person, and you were not so silent when we got along in the past. Wen Liang would deliberately look for topics to chat with.

But now Wen Liang rarely speaks.

I spent most of my time looking out the window, silent and dazed.

"In a bad mood?" Fu Zheng broke the quiet atmosphere in the car.

"No."

"Then why don't you talk?"

"nothing to say."

There was nothing to say, they had reached the point where they had nothing to talk about.

They didn't talk much between them before, but it wasn't as dead as now.

Fu Zheng could obviously sense that Wen Liang was in a bad mood.

Auntie said she was like this when she came back from the company yesterday.

He said, "Are you dissatisfied with Wu Ling's punishment? She has already admitted her fault to me for failing to teach her interns well. I'm punishing her with half of her year-end bonus, which is already a lot."

Thinking of Wu Ling's ambiguous words on WeChat, Fu Zheng felt that Wen Liang's bad mood might have something to do with Wu Ling.

He smiled warmly, with a trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes, "Mr. Fu really thinks that it was the interns under Wu Ling who did it?"

It's really incredible that the dignified Mr. Fu can be so simple.

Fu Zheng asked in confusion, "You mean it was Wu Ling who pushed the intern to take the blame? Then why did she do this? She lost half of her year-end bonus. Is there any benefit to her from doing this? "

Wen Liang looked up at him, "What if I said that Wu Ling likes you, so she always dislikes me."