After the divorce, he was entangled by the little wolf dog

They broke up unhappy, Qiao Zhuo returned home, and Fu Huizhou was no longer in the mood to tie Rose. He obviously solved the difficult matter, but he felt an unprecedented dullness in his heart.

Liang Yun sent another WeChat message, saying that Mrs. Qiao wanted his contact information, whether to give it or not.

A few days ago, after Liang Yun verbally offered to help take care of Qiao Zhuo, Mrs. Qiao would ask a few questions about Qiao Zhuo's recent situation through Liang Yun from time to time, not about food, clothing and daily life, but about her relationship status.

He guessed that it wasn't that Mrs. Qiao wanted his contact information at all, but that Liang Yun was tired of Mrs. Qiao's frequent messages.

Mrs. Qiao's words were always incoherent, and she even started talking to herself while chatting.

This annoyed Liang Yun.

She couldn't understand what Mrs. Qiao was trying to express at all, so she took a screenshot of the chat record and asked Fu Huizhou to interpret it by herself.

Within a few minutes, Fu Huizhou received the verification message, the wedding photo was used as the profile picture, and the nickname was Mrs. Qiao.

She named herself her husband's surname, and revolved around Qiao Jiansheng.

The moment the verification was passed, Mrs. Qiao sent two voices, one proficient greeting and one stumbling inquiry.

Mrs. Qiao: Mr. Fu, hello, I am Qiao Zhuo's mother.

Mrs. Joe: I think your married life should be stable, right?Sorry for being so presumptuous, but I actually want to say... Oh, Mr. Fu, excuse me.

Fu Huizhou pinched his phone and didn't know how to reply. He understood what Mrs. Qiao wanted to ask. Mrs. Qiao was also a poor person who was hurt by a third party and cheating. He had natural sympathy.

Fu Huizhou: Qiao Zhuo has been working hard without distraction, and I will not let him be distracted.

Mrs. Qiao: Thank you, Mr. Fu, when Qiao Zhuo gets married, I will definitely treat you to a wedding wine.

Such an abrupt and inappropriate politeness, but Fu Huizhou could understand it.

He put the mobile phone on his lap, and leaned against the chair with his whole body exhausted. The mobile phone was not stable, and it slid down his thigh and hit the floor. The tempered film cracked radially from the lower right corner, and he ignored it.

After sitting at the workstation, shaking the mouse is Fu Huizhou's habitual action. The screen resumes from the dormant state, and the auto-playing screen saver has been replaced with the theme of Qixi Festival early. Yes, tomorrow is Qixi Festival.

If the relationship could really be a matter between two people, then he could have celebrated Qixi Festival tomorrow.

The most regrettable thing in the world is that it could have been, right?But Fu Huizhou persuaded himself that it's okay, just like Venus with a broken arm, shortcomings are also a kind of beauty.

He has long been used to using such far-fetched reasons to force himself to let go, and it's okay to do it again.

At the same time, Qiao Zhuo parked the car in front of a flower shop, and the employees of the flower shop brought out bouquets of roses one after another, filling the trunk, the back seat, and even the co-driver, a total of 28 bouquets.

He didn't like the feeling of ending without a cause, as if he was stuck in chaos and dizzy. He was about to confess, what a good time Qixi Festival was.

Of course he understands that as long as he pretends nothing happened, Fu Huizhou will cooperate with him to act like a good friend, and he can continue to maintain the relationship with Fu Huizhou.

On the contrary, if he insists on going his own way, the result is likely to be rejection, embarrassment, and severance.

But he is such a person, in some respects he is impatient and stubborn.

Of course, I have to admit that he was lucky.

If he speaks his heart emotionally, if he arranges the confession venue beautifully, if the night is really exciting, then, will Fu Huizhou change his mind.

Maybe Fu Huizhou just realized that he wanted to confess his love, so like a pre-marital fear, he had some difficulty accepting the new stage?

After all, most of Fu Huizhou's people are well-behaved. After the divorce, he shrank himself into a shell. Since he has identified such a "cowardly" person, he has the obligation to be bold.

Even if...even after tonight, they might just say goodbye.

Qiao Zhuo moved the flowers from the car, went up and down seven or eight times, and carried 28 bouquets of roses upstairs, which were bigger and more beautiful than all the roses that everyone gave to Fu Huizhou.

He lit candles and aromatherapy on the dining table, served exquisite desserts and red wine, and filled the living room with bouquets of roses, filling the whole room with a sweet atmosphere.

He was afraid that he would not be able to say the words of the confession, and that he would miss a sentence and become a failure, so he even showed the momentum of writing a thesis, tore off a piece of paper, and listed all his feelings in an outline.

He wrote too much, and when he was finally satisfied and wanted to practice in front of the mirror, he looked up and found that it was already past seven o'clock.

05:30 is Jifan's off-duty time. Today, Fu Huizhou has no night duty schedule. Usually, they are already watching TV after eating.

Is Fu Huizhou avoiding him?

No, definitely not.

Today, Fu Huizhou has to take a colleague's car home, maybe the colleague is on the night shift, right?A good old man like Fu Huizhou will definitely be with him, and the night show will be at nine o'clock, so it's still early.

That's right, it's still early...he still has a chance.

He patted his face to cheer up, and began to adjust the position of each bouquet of flowers, even the orientation of each flower, the angle of the candles, and the direction of the wine bottle.

Fu Huizhou will definitely come back, he will be back soon, he must be ready at all times, this is the last chance, this is the scene of the judgment.

After tidying up everything, he began to mop the floor, tidy up the house, and arrange the shoes of the two people in the entrance by color and type. He kept finding things to do for himself, refused to take out his mobile phone to check the time, and even kept his back to the living room as a decoration. clocks.

But there is always a moment when things are done.

At ten thirty, he was still alone at home.

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