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The man's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and after a while, he realized that she didn't come home in the morning?
"I didn't mention it." Jiang Shu asked.
Mother Xu: "No sir..."
"Heh." Jiang Shu sneered with his lips hooked, very good, even the dog thought of it, but he didn't mention him.
This is determined to have a fight with him for a while.
In the morning, Wen Ning held the suit and planned to return it. She walked halfway and lowered her head to take a closer look. Only then did she realize that the color and small pattern in her hand happened to be the birthday present that she got back after falling many times on the snow.
When she first gave it to him that night, he didn't care if he was full of enthusiasm, and threw it on the ground at will, and he didn't like it even after thinking about it, and now there is no need to return it.
Wen Ning thought, just happened to walk to the edge of the small garden, made a great determination to throw the clothes into the trash can, and left Yuganwan with a small backpack.
She had little money left, and it was difficult to find a place to stay in Hancheng. Not only did she have no savings, she also owed Jiang Shu a lot of debt.
At the age of 20, divorced, in debt, and without a fixed place to live, Wen Ning felt a little ridiculous when she thought about it.
The little girl bought a steamed bun to satisfy her hunger, and when she was renting a house in various bungalows, Jiang Shubiao drove the car and quickly returned to Yuganwan.
As soon as entered the small garden, saw the suit that Xu Ma picked up from the trash can.
That suit was a birthday present from Wen Ning, he remembered.
Yesterday was New Year's Eve, so he turned it out and put it on, but last night she was so mad that he didn't care what he was wearing. After walking in the rain a few times, he was covered in wrinkles.
If it were normal, his suits would not necessarily be worn a second time, let alone such a messy appearance.
However, today, he quietly brought the clothes into the house and handed them over to Xu Ma: "Find a professional to deal with it. I want it to come back clean and undisturbed."
A day passed, and Wen Ning didn't answer his phone or call home.
At night, she still did not go home.
If it was during the day, Jiang Shu could still think that she might be busy outside, but if she didn't come back at night, then she really left.
The man lit a cigarette and sat at the head of the bed, his heart was in chaos, he turned his head to look at the dark sky outside, and thought to himself, where can she hide now that she is so afraid of the dark.
After thinking about it for a while, she felt that she was worthless, and she let her go if she wanted to, but she was just a woman who didn't want to marry at all. If she didn't, she would be gone. He was a single noble and was happy alone.
It saves you having to answer that kind of unhealthy phone calls all day long, "Missing me?" "Missing you." The man twitched the corners of his mouth, what was the meaning.
In the midst of the smoke, he suddenly pinched the cigarette butt again. The man frowned and opened the curtains and windows to ventilate. He remembered that she didn't seem to be able to smell the smell.
However, the cold wind from outside the window was blowing at his face, and it seemed to wake him up a little bit again. Everyone left, and he didn't care whether she could smell the smoke or not, and her life was really fucking useless.
After tossing back and forth a few times, Jiang Shu secretly cursed "Fuck".
The man stood up and planned to go to the cloakroom to get a set of clean pajamas to take a shower and sleep.
The cloakroom has returned to the way it was when Wen Ning hadn't married, and the suits on the wall were neatly arranged according to the colors and patterns, there was no gap, and there was no trace of a hostess at all.
Also, Wen Ning originally brought only three or two pieces of clothes, and if she took it away, she could not notice the change without paying attention.
Jiang Shu still remembers where it was hung at the time. It was in the far corner of his suit cabinet, hanging alone. The man walked to the place he remembered and fiddled with it a few times. Filled with new suits.
Jiang Shu took a bathrobe and came to the bathroom. He just remembered that no matter how late he came back, even if Wen Ning had already fallen asleep, the bathtub would always store warm bath water for him, and put it in the water to soothe him. The tired essential oil bath salts, the dressing gowns on the side are neatly arranged, and even the towels are washed and dried every day, and when they reach his hands, they are full of the smell of sunshine.
He knew that Mother Xu would not come to the master bedroom to disturb him, and Wen Ning did all this.
At this moment, the bathtub is empty and there is no trace of temperature.
There are very few things that belong to her in the bathroom. She has never even brushed her teeth or washed her face in the bathroom of the master bedroom. She is worried about disturbing him, so she always runs back to the downstairs guest room to do these things.
She has lived in this room for more than half a year, but there are very few traces left, like a passer-by, coming and going in a hurry.
It's not even a guest, no one welcomes you when you arrive, and no one sees you off when you leave.
On this cold night, Jiang Shu turned on the shower, and the icy water was still flowing through his body, but he couldn't detect the cold at all.
After taking a shower, he wiped his hair with a bath towel indiscriminately. The man has short hair and dries quickly.
In the past, he always liked to toss with Wen Ning, and regardless of whether she slept or not, he always asked her to get up and wipe his hair for him.
The little girl was petite. He sat lazily on the bed with one hand leaning behind him. She knelt down in front of him and wiped his hair at the right height.
It's just right to wipe his hair, and it's just right to let him move around.
When my hair is dry, it's time to start supper.
It's just that I took a shower tonight, I have to wipe my hair, and I have to sleep in this huge bedroom by myself.
When he was single before, he was most annoying to be disturbed, and being alone was the norm, but now lying on the empty big bed, his eyes kept swept across the small sofa.
Can be swept again and again, the empty is empty.
Jiang Shu turned over and didn't sleep well for several nights in a row.
Wen Ning seldom slept on this big bed before, there was no smell of her on the bed, Jiang Shu hugged the quilt, and the tall man was willing to shrink on the small sofa where she slept.
However, the leather sofa is also difficult to smell. The man who turned over several times at night finally sat up and went downstairs with a frown.