In fact, if she placed so cruelly in front of her, she actually no longer needs to question anything. If she doesn’t love her, she doesn’t love her!

She lost a lot in this winning marriage!

If he hadn't cheated first, if he hadn't made Su Wenmei pregnant, how could Bai Shijiu and Su Wenmei struggle and fight?

The child in Su Wenmei's belly sheds her anger and dies, and his marriage with Bai Shijiu broke up. But in the end, who lost? And she lost completely?

When I got home in the evening, it was already evening.

Could it be that Su Wenmei was actually busy in the kitchen? When she saw him coming back, her face and eyebrows immediately had a smile on her face, as if a woman waiting for her husband to return finally got what she wanted.

"Zhenhai, I made your favorite white-cut chicken and Cordyceps old duck soup. Come and try it." Su Wenmei smiled and placed the dish and soup on the dining table.

Xiao Zhenhai's eyes fell on Su Wenmei's face for nearly ten seconds, and his dark eyes were complex and dark, as if he was about to look into her heart through Su Wenmei's flesh and blood.

Su Wenmei was so nervous that she was watching Xiao Zhenhai's eyes that she quickly took off her apron and asked carefully: "Zhenhai, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Xiao Zhenhai did not answer her question. When she walked towards him, the man had turned around and walked towards the stairs, and without looking back, he threw a cold voice: "I'll go upstairs to look at the documents."

Su Wenmei stood there, watching the still tall back disappearing in the corridor, and then turned her head unwillingly, and her eyes fell on the steaming soup on the dining table.

She prepared carefully for an afternoon, and even the chicken was bought by someone to go to the fruit farm and made his favorite soup, but who knew he didn't even look at it.

Su Wenmei's heart was as cold as ice in an instant, and her whole body seemed to be as cold as ice and snow in the depths.

Looking at the steaming dishes and soup, it seemed like they were laughing at her.

The next second, she became ruthless, picked up the dishes and soup and went straight into the kitchen, and poured them into the trash can.

Upstairs, Xiao Zhenhai was holding a photo frame in his hand. The photo frame was made of simple and rough small wooden strips, with a triangular roof on it, like a house.

This is the first hand-made work of Baishi Glaze. She did each step herself, including cutting small wooden sticks bit by bit with a fruit knife.

"This is our home. From then on, we both lived in this home lovingly and were so happy that we were old!"

That was what Bai Shiji said to her when she put the photos of them into this photo frame she made.

In the photo frame, there were photos that had already turned yellow. The white solid glaze had a short hair flying in the wind. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers and stood behind her, keeping her in front of her chest with both hands and putting her jaw on her shoulders. Both of them had longing for happiness on their faces.

The past is like a yellowed old movie, and it is played uncontrollably in his mind. He cannot control the player at all, nor can he suppress himself from not recalling memories.

In the past few years, he always thought that the reason he remembered her was because he hated her. Later, he finally realized that he had remembered her for so many years because he loved her too much!

That kind of love has actually penetrated into the bone marrow and penetrated the blood, and it cannot be eradicated at all!

When Su Wenmei pushed the door and came in, she saw such a scene—

Xiao Zhenhai held the ugly photo frame in his hand, looking at the yellowed photo in the photo frame, his face was filled with sadness and heartache, as if he was immersed in the past and could not extricate himself.

The pain in her heart almost burst out in an instant. She had been with Xiao Zhenhai for more than 20 years, but she could not match the six years between him and Bai Shijiu.

Now, she and Xiao Zhenhai are old couples, but he still misses his ex-wife here, and in front of him.

My heart was so painful that I was sobbing and my face was covered with traces of injuries. My hands gradually clenched into fists, and then I mustered up the courage to push the door and walk in.

Xiao Zhenhai, who heard the door ringing, looked up, and when he saw Su Wen's eyebrows coming in, he frowned slightly, and asked unhappily: "Why did you come in without knocking on the door? This is the study room!"

The implication is that the study room is his place, and Su Wenmei cannot enter and exit at will without his permission.

After asking this, he carefully picked up the photo frame from the desk and was about to put it into the drawer. The next second, Su Wenmei reached out with one hand and immediately grabbed the other end of the photo frame.

"Let go!" Xiao Zhenhai's voice was like the cold wind blowing from Siberia, cold and biting!

The gloomy face and the frowns were obviously filled with a little impatient and disgust.

Su Wenmei seemed to have made up her mind to fight him, and her emotions that had endured for more than 20 years were forced to the verge of an outbreak.

"Wenmei, what exactly do you want to do?" Xiao Zhenhai took the lead in giving in order to protect the photo frame and let go.

However, the next second, I heard a "pop" sound, and the handmade photo frame made by Bai Shi Glaze was smashed to the floor.

Although it was hand-made, it has been thirty years since then. Even if he protects it well, he is now thrown away by Su Wenmei's hard hit and scattered on the ground.

And that photo was lying quietly in the split photo, as if he was silently watching all this.

Su Wenmei stared at the photo like that, her hand clenched into her fists exposed, and her long nails pinched into her palms. She even forgot that the pain or could not feel it anymore.

And her greater pain was in her heart. The heart that had endured for more than 20 years because of love seemed to be cutting it with a dull knife, one after another, and it hurt so much, but it could not be cut all the time.

Xiao Zhenhai's face was cold and dark, and his eyebrows were stained with cold dew, and his voice seemed like a cold wind: "Wenmei, what nerves are you doing?!"

Looking at the split photo frame, he seemed to have seen his marriage with Bai Shijiu more than 20 years ago. It was because Su Wenmei stepped in and eventually failed to save it and broke into pieces.

He squatted down, picked up the scattered photo frames, held the small wooden strips and shook in the air, and his heart was constantly trembling.

On his face is the end and sadness of losing his favorite thing.

Looking at Xiao Zhenhai squatting on the ground and carefully picking up the wooden strips of the photo frame, Su Wenmei felt that Sixin's heart was constantly cramping, and she couldn't even shout it out.

She took a few deep breaths, trying her best to suppress her upcoming emotions, but her whole face was in a mess

In fact, if she placed so cruelly in front of her, she actually no longer needs to question anything. If she doesn’t love her, she doesn’t love her!

She lost a lot in this winning marriage!

"Wenmei, I have told you not to enter my study or touch my things casually. Do you not remember it or do it on purpose?"

Xiao Zhenhai's voice was obviously resentful and dissatisfied, and then the sound of him squatting on the ground and picking up the stranded little wooden sticks.

When he picked up the yellowed photo of Su Wenmei stepping on it, he immediately took out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust left by Su Wenmei stepping on it. His movement was like facing a rare treasure.

Su Wenmei stood there blankly, her face mixed with white complexion. She looked at the man who wiped the yellowed photos with a white handkerchief. Her nose was sour and her eyes were so dry that it hurt. Not to mention her eyes, even her eyes were red.

The warm liquid was spinning in her eyes. She stubbornly bit the corner of her lips, trying hard to endure the warm liquid so that she would not turn into tears and slide down.

Xiao Zhenhai finally wiped the last bit of dust on the photo, placed it carefully on the desk, turned around, and wanted to find Xiao Hammer to repair the photo frame that was disbanded.

However, as soon as he turned around, Su Wenmei next to him rushed forward, grabbed the yellowed photo and threw it on the ground, then jumped on both feet, stepped on it and stepped on it.

Xiao Zhenhai turned around and saw this situation. He immediately walked up in two steps, reached out and grabbed Su Wenmei's wrist, and swung her back with force.

"Dong, Dong" two consecutive sounds. The first sound was Su Wenmei hitting the bookcase, the second sound was that she tilted her body forward after hitting the bookcase, and then she hit the corner of the bookshelf again.

Su Wenmei shook her body a few times, grabbed the bookshelf before she could stabilize her body. She raised her hand and rubbed the pain on her forehead. She turned around, but saw Xiao Zhenhai carefully cleaning the photo of her trampling on her dirty and wrinkled with a white handkerchief.

She was furious and rushed forward, snatched the photo from Xiao Zhenhai's hand, and could no longer bear it. She tore it up in a few seconds and then scattered it out, and the fragments scattered in the air like snowflakes.

"Zhenhai, I have been silently guarding you over the years, but you are guarding a photo. Are you worthy of me?"

Xiao Zhenhai stood there, letting the fragments fall on his head and shoulders. He just frowned tightly, his lips tightly pursed, and he remained silent.

"Xiao Zhenhai, I have been married to you for more than 20 years. Do you have any love between husband and wife to me?" Su Wenmei's tears finally slid down, and she asked in a trembling voice.

Xiao Zhenhai was silent, as if he hadn't heard her question, and he did not respond at all.

Such silence made Su Wenmei feel that he was becoming more and more failure. It turned out that after more than 20 years of persistence, he had nothing but gained the title of Mrs. Xiao.

After more than twenty years, what did she gain? It was originally very proud of her identity as Mrs. Xiao, but now it seems ridiculous.

She was a big winner in front of Bai Shi Glaze. Everyone knew that she snatched Xiao Zhenhai from Bai Shi Glaze back then!

But in fact, is she really a winner? What has she won in the past twenty years? It was just an empty marriage with Mrs. Xiao.

Unwilling to give up, Su Wenmei is really unwilling to give up. Why is her marriage just a shell? Why can't she be happy?

"Wenmei, I think you should remember that when I promised to divorce Bai Shijiao and marry you, I told you not to have too much hope for our marriage. What I have given you is probably just a marriage, and that's all!"

Xiao Zhenhai's tone was indifferent and alienated. When he agreed to divorce Bai Shiyao in front of the hospital ward, he told her clearly that he had no so-called love with her, only responsibility, and marriage was given for that responsibility.

He can't afford to give love something. How many people can a person love in his life? What's more, at that time, he was immersed in the grief of Bai Shijiu's ruthless killing of his child. How could he have the mood to love other women?

Su Wenmei was stunned immediately, and then fell to the cold floor in frustration, and her heart was more than ten times colder than the floor.

And her face was gray and it was a look of despair that she had never seen before

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"Give it," Qiao Sixin handed a beautifully packaged box to Xiao Yichen, who had just taken a shower and had a bath towel on her body.

"What?" Xiao Yichen smiled and reached out to take it: "I gave it to me?"

"That's right," Qiao Sixin's answer was a little vague.

"Yes, no, no, what does it mean?" Xiao Yichen smiled and took apart the exquisitely packaged box.

"Wow, such a good pen? When did you become so generous?" Xiao Yichen smiled and joked: "I thought you would give me a signing pen."

"I think so too." Qiao Sixin said depressedly: "I originally thought I could just buy a pencil."

"What do you mean is that you didn't buy this money?" Xiao Yichen finally understood.

"No," Qiao Sixin admitted truthfully: "It was someone else who bought it and asked me to give it to me, no, to be precise, I asked me to give it to you."

"Who wants to give me a pen like this?" Xiao Yichen frowned slightly. Who wants to give him something and don't give it directly, so why do you have to transfer it through Qiao Sixin?

"Your former father-in-law." Qiao Sixin reminded him.

"Your dad?" Xiao was even more surprised: "Your dad is so willing to do it? Do you want to buy such a classic pen to give to me?"

"I'm talking about your former father-in-law." Qiao Sixin glanced at him in dissatisfaction: "My father is your current father-in-law."

"But your dad is also my ex-father-in-law," Xiao Yichen corrected her: "Although I have been married twice, the people I marry twice are you, so my ex-father-in-law and current father-in-law are both your dads."

"Is Xu Yurou's father not your ex-father-in-law?" Qiao Sixin sneered at Xiao Yichen's words. This man is so forgetful.
To be continued...