[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

Later, the memory of that night seemed to be rather blurred, or in other words, except for the impressive hug, I automatically ignored all other things, and I didn’t even have any memory of when I fell asleep.

The only thing I know is that when I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed in the bedroom, covered with a quilt.

...Did I go back to my room by myself before falling asleep?

I racked my brains to think about my actions last night, but unfortunately Mao couldn't remember either.

In short, I will not believe that Mr. S is the one who brought me back!I must have walked back by myself but I forgot!

On such a sunny morning, Mr. S is certainly not falling on the bed like me.

When I went downstairs, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a silver-gray laptop on his lap, drinking a cup of fragrant tea while browsing webpages that I couldn't understand.

"Finally woke up?"

Mr. S greeted me without looking up, and took another sip of tea.

"It's too late for breakfast now, just wait a little longer and go to lunch later."

I touched my hungry stomach and sat down obediently.

"Okay."

Then just after finishing speaking, I heard a loud "grunt".

“……………………”

so embarrassing...

I coughed twice, trying to cover up the horrible sound just now, while looking around, I seemed to have a new interest in the living room.It's a pity Mr. S is not the kind of guy who will take care of my face.

"...There's nothing I can do about you."

He closed the notebook, and at the same time threw something in my direction. I caught it in a hurry and found it was a bag of dried mangoes.

"Just eat some of this first, I'll cook."

"Eh, eh——?!"

Mr. S, you...you know how to cook? !

I think my expression must have betrayed my doubts, because Mr. S showed a smile that made me want to kneel down and beg for mercy. For a moment, I couldn't help crying from the bottom of my heart.

"It's unbelievable, isn't it?... You know, even if you haven't lost your memory, you're a total pain in the ass for the kitchen and everything related to it."

Although Mr. S spoke the truth condescendingly, it inexplicably made me feel a chill.

"You like this, do you have any dissatisfaction with me cooking?"

The chill is getting worse!

No, this has completely turned into murderous intent...!

I shook my head tremblingly.

"No, I'm just too scared..."

In fact, half an hour later, when Mr. S really brought out two bowls of udon ramen that were delicious in color and flavor, I opened my mouth wide and didn't know what to say.

The aroma scattered in the air made my unsatisfied stomach growl again, and at the same time I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from uttering any terrible words.

——For example, did you really do this, Mr. S? !

You have already ordered all the known skill points, right? ! ? !

I sucked the noodles without thinking about the image and shed complicated tears, satisfied that my husband was so virtuous (wrong).

Externally he can make money to support his family, internally he can cook and take care of his family, he is handsome and has a good temperament, (deleted) except he is not that tall (/deleted), he is simply a perfect man in the new century!

So, the question is...why...such a good man...looks...at...me...(lay flat).

When I couldn't help sneaking a glance at Mr. S for the nth time, he finally couldn't bear the harassment of this idiot-like stare.

"Go ahead."

Mr. S put down his chopsticks calmly, "What's the matter with you?"

"that……"

I rubbed my hands together nervously, and asked cautiously, "I just want to ask... um... so what..."

I hmm ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah a long time without a word, on the contrary under Mr. S's sharp gaze even more invisible.

"...that's...me...me and you...then what..."

"If there's nothing else, let's eat first."

Mr. S was obviously too lazy to listen to my lingering speech, picked up the chopsticks again, and planned to throw himself into the food in front of him again.

At that moment, I didn't know where the courage was inspired, I pushed the table away and jumped up, speaking the question quickly and smoothly with a volume that I didn't expect.

"I just want to ask, why on earth should I divorce you—!"

……

After yelling, I realized what I had just said, and immediately froze in amazement.

By the way, didn't I want to ask the pure love topic of "Why Mr. S fell in love with me"!Why do you ask this? Hey!

...Is it too late to remedy it now?

I stood stiffly in place, the udon noodles in front of me were still emitting a curl of heat, Mr. S looked down at the food in front of him, and I couldn't see his expression at all from my side.

But that's what makes Alexander even more...

"Is this what you want to ask?"

After a long time, Mr. S's voice came slowly.Fortunately, it was as calm and flat as I remembered.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when I felt like I was alive again, Mr. S opened his mouth again.

"But it doesn't seem right to ask me this question."

He slowly raised his head and looked at me calmly.

"Because I don't know the reason for your divorce. To be precise, you didn't tell me the reason for the sudden divorce until you lost your memory."

With the sound of chopsticks falling gently on the edge of the bowl, Mr. S leaned back in the chair and sat up.

I realized later that I, standing in front of Mr. S, really looked like a prisoner being interrogated...

"Since you have brought it up, let me answer my doubts here by the way."

Mr. S smiled lightly, but unfortunately I couldn't help but want to retreat a little bit.

"Although I lost my memory, I'm still the same person after all, and my personality and way of thinking haven't changed. So if it was you, you probably can understand the reasons for some of your actions? Then..."

"Come and tell me, what is the reason why you have to divorce me in spite of everyone's opposition, even at any price?"

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I, I said...

Hello Mr. S, I seem to have made a mistake, hahaha...

after all……

I can't understand the reason for divorcing a good man like Mr. S! ?If you look at it according to my personality and way of thinking, it is my style to pester you for the rest of your life, right? ! ? !

Besides, I've been in love with you for three whole years!

...how is it possible to understand the reason for parting from you at any cost?I can understand the reason why I paid any price to be with you!

But how could this kind of thing be said clearly to Mr. S?

If I could say this kind of thing, I wouldn't have been secretly in love with him for three years in China...

I was manic in my heart, but I stood there sluggishly on the outside.

I always feel that ten years later, I must have taken the wrong medicine somewhere to leave me with such a mess...