Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Ye Zhenggang's voice was calm: "Su Fu, you really don't care?"

He drank too much to make him so difficult.

Su Fu hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Do I care if it is important? You are already with her, and you can't let it go after sleeping for more than ten years..."

After speaking, she hung up the phone directly, and then looked at the book.

After a long time, she gently put down the book and lay down—

Saying that it doesn't feel false, after all, a couple of so many years, but even more heartache.

The old Ye Zhenggang is no longer there, and now he is an extremely selfish man.

Su Fu lightly smiled, thinking of the high-spirited man back then. After so many years, everything is right and wrong. There is nothing wrong with it.

He was still on the phone, and she didn't answer it anymore, so please don't bother her if someone is there!

She turned off and fell asleep, with a book from Hao Yun next to her pillow.

Later, Hao Yun sent her things one after another. She treasured them all. She didn't respond because she still couldn't respond to him and didn't think about it, but her spiritual world is rich and satisfying.

On the other side, Ye Zheng just listened to the cold voice of movement from the phone, and put the phone down sullenly, holding his forehead with his hand on his face, looking sad.

Xie Anning stood on the armrest on the second floor and looked at it for a long time, and she felt a little sad and unhappy in her heart.

Can't let go of my wife, why come to her, come drunk crazy.

He is not such a person.

But Xie Anning never thought that Ye Zhenggang had been crazy twice in his life. When he was young, it was for Sufu, but now it is for Sufu when he is old. If there is no such third party, he might be confused She had passed, and now she couldn't bear it. He desperately wanted to know that Ye Zhenggang still had a place in Su Fu's heart.

He had forgotten the injuries he gave her.

Xie Anning came over, packed up everything one by one, and then squatted softly and said, "I have put the bath water in, go to wash it?"

Ye Zhenggang was still sitting on the sofa, holding his forehead with his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "No, I can't wash it clean."

He opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Xie Anning: "She hates me and thinks I am dirty."

Xie Anning was holding back her breath, suppressing her temper: "Then what are you going to do? Divorce her?"

She could see that he was in an extremely bad mood, and the drunkenness he said just now meant that Su Fu might have someone else.

It is not that Xie Anning has never dreamed. If he can divorce Su Fu, she is still very hopeful.

She has a good reputation in the outside world, and she is a right-hand man. Nothing is impossible.

When she finished asking, Ye Zheng just looked down at her, and suddenly he held her well-maintained face in one hand, and asked softly, "You also want Mrs. Ye Ye?"

Xie Anning's heart beats abruptly. She knew that she should show that she didn't want to be named, and just following him in this way would reduce a man's vigilance and get his pity.

But she never wanted his pity, what she wanted was ambition, being in a high position.

Su Fu has been sitting for so long, she is not suitable at all, she can only recite, and can only be a mother at home, and she can help Ye Zhenggang.

So she trembling lips, "Zhenggang, I love you, and I want to stand upright with you."

Ye Zheng just lowered her head and pressed her forehead, "Okay, then let you be the wife of the night."

After speaking, he hugged her upstairs...