Became the boss's sweet wife after divorce

After leaving with Jingjing in her arms, Feng Yue went straight to the nearest pet hospital.

Jingjing lay dying in Feng Yue's arms, as if she knew who was holding it, and she was so cute that it made people feel distressed.

After arriving at the pet hospital, Jingsong was immediately taken in by the doctor for first aid.

Feng Yue was by his side, and he didn't even have time to wash off the blood on his hands.

Even though he didn't see what Yi Yun did to Jingjing with his own eyes, the injuries on Jingjing's body made it easy for people to guess what Yi Yun did.

Feng Yue had never been so panic-stricken.

He stared closely at Jingjing on the operating table, and glanced at the serious look on the doctor's face, Feng Yue's heart became colder and colder.

The inspection instrument passed Jingjing's body, as if she had sensed something, Jingjing, who had kept her eyes tightly closed, suddenly screamed.

Feng Yue's distressed eyes were red, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

"Doctor, how is my cat?" Feng Yue asked with a hoarse voice and choked up.

But the doctor pursed his lips tightly, and said helplessly: "The skin trauma is actually nothing serious, the key is that its internal organs have been injured to varying degrees, sorry..."

Even the doctor wanted to save this little life, but there was nothing he could do.

Feng Yue had been holding on to a glimmer of hope.

In this marriage relationship with He Shenming, how many grievances he has endured and how many wounds he has suffered in his heart, if Jingjing is not by his side to accompany him all the time, maybe he has already collapsed.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Jingjing is just an ordinary cat, or a pet, but for Feng Yue, after three years of companionship, Jingjing has always been an important partner to heal his trauma.

Jingjing is also like a child, which is very important to him.

But now, the doctor said "sorry".

Feng Yue didn't know how he left the hospital. He hugged Jingjing and walked aimlessly on the road. The kitten was in his arms, as if he knew that he would not live long. It opened gently He closed his eyes, a pair of innocent and naive eyes, just quietly looking at Feng Yue.

Tears could not stop flowing from Feng Yue's eyes, and Jingjing cried out in a low voice.

"Meow..."

Its voice was very low, so low that Feng Yue couldn't hear any noise around it.

Feng Yue lowered his head, looked at Jingjing tenderly, hot tears fell on the back of his hand, but Jingjing suddenly stuck out her little tongue and gently licked the tears off the back of his hand.

Obviously this is just a cat, but it is really spiritual.

As if knowing that Feng Yue loved him, he silently comforted his master.

Jingjing was in Feng Yue's arms, slowly losing her breath.

It was as if his marriage with He Shenming had slowly ended their three-year bond.

Father Feng's residence is an old folk house in the South District of Yancheng.

Because the development required a lot of money, this piece of old folk houses has never been developed. Over time, it has been set up as a scenic spot in Yancheng.

There are many shops in the street of old houses, such as snacks, fabrics, grocery stores, etc., all of which are very distinctive.

Father Feng used to be a teacher at a school for migrant workers' children. After so many years, he is now the vice principal of the school, and he still leads the class.

When Feng Yue came back, he brought nothing but Jingjing.

He buried Jingjing under the jujube tree in the yard that was older than Feng Yue, and Feng's father helped him dig the soil with a shovel to fill it.

Father Feng knew his son very well. When he occasionally went back to Feng Yue and He Shenming's house to see Feng Yue, Jingjing most likely was not being held in Feng Yue's arms, but sat obediently beside Feng Yue and snored. .

Feng's father is very aware of Jingjing's importance to Feng Yue.

After burying Jingjing, Father Feng was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "A student came over a while ago and gave me a lot of good wine. Dad will take out the wine and have a few drinks with you."

Feng Yue bit her lip tightly, her eyes were red.

Even though Feng Yue hadn't told Papa Feng that he and He Shenming were going to divorce, in fact, Jingjing died and Feng Yue came back just like that, Papa Feng guessed a little bit.

On the dining table, Father Feng served a few small dishes that he had cooked at home tonight, opened a bottle of white wine, and filled Feng Yue and himself.

Feng Yue has not spoken since he came back. When Feng's father was pouring the wine, he said with a faint smile: "Son, what can't you think about? Drink more wine tonight, and then sleep for three days and three nights. After waking up, Those things that you can think about but can't think about, are all in the past."

Feng's father taught and educated people all his life, but he rarely talked with Feng Yue.

It's just due to their personalities. In fact, Feng Yue and Feng's father have very similar personalities, both of them are very restrained.

In the past three years, every time Feng Yue went home, he was alone. In fact, Feng's father knew well whether he was lucky or not.

But the road was chosen by Feng Yue himself. Although Feng Yue's temperament is restrained, he is also very stubborn.

The father and son drank a toast, and Feng Yue suddenly said calmly: "Dad, I plan to divorce He Shenming, and I will move back from today on."

Hearing this, Father Feng froze slightly when picking up vegetables with chopsticks.

After a while, Father Feng nodded: "You, since you have something on your mind, you like to hide it. Only when you are extremely wronged, will you explode once in a while. When you grow up, you will be even worse..."

When Father Feng said this, his tone choked up slightly, and his heart felt a little sour.

"When you grow up, no matter how wronged you are, you won't talk about it anymore."

Feng Yue was actually very sensible since he was a child, but sensible children are more likely to be wronged, unlike those mischievous children who would cry loudly whenever they were wronged even the slightest bit, and won the attention of the adults.

Feng Yue pursed his lips tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

But Father Feng sighed heavily: "With your temperament, you won't be able to turn back if you don't bump into the south wall. Now that you can think clearly, it doesn't matter if you get married or divorced. How have you lived these three years? Even if you don't Said, Dad saw it all."

They are just ordinary people, how could they be able to climb up to a big family like the He family.

Even if you climb up...

Who would treat Feng Yue sincerely?

Even He Shenming didn't take Feng Yue seriously, let alone other people.

The father and son were drinking and talking, but they didn't want to, but there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Feng's father put down his wine glass: "Dad, go and open the door."

Feng Yue nodded. After Feng's father went out, Feng Yue looked at the wine bottle on the table, his eyes flickered.

Suddenly he reached out and took the wine bottle directly.

Feng Yue seldom drank, and his capacity for alcohol was very poor.

But after a bottle of white wine was brought over, he raised his head and drank it almost without hesitation.

When Feng's father brought the guests who came to visit tonight into the house, Feng Yue was lying on the table unconscious, with an empty white wine bottle on the side.