At four o’clock, it was time for dreams.
Shi Wen turned anxiously, picked up his phone to unlock WeChat, and send a message to Mu Zhen.
His fingers were slender and clean, typing a short message. He hung his finger on the send button but couldn’t press it for a long time.
He has many complaints that have not been clearly explained to Mu Zhen, but he seems to have no position to speak.
Because they are divorcing tomorrow.
He didn’t want to talk about it before, and there is no need to talk about it now.
She Wen finally pressed the lock screen button and sullenly threw the phone back to the nightstand.
He closed his eyes and pulled the quilt to the bottom of his neck and continued to sleep.
However, within a few seconds, Shi Wen lifted the quilt anxiously.
“The quilt should cover the chest and below the neck, so do not sleep sideways,” Mu Zhen once said, saying that it was the most healthy sleeping position.
F̲u̲c̲k̲ health. I don’t need health.
Shi Wen anxiously raked his hair, simply turned over and sat up, and continued to think about the things before he sent a message to Mu Zhen.
What was he thinking about then? Oh yes, thinking about the reason for their divorce.
The reason for the divorce is not complicated. But today is the seventh anniversary of his and Mu Zhen’s wedding. He has prepared a holiday surprise but Mu Zhen did not return home until eleven o’clock.
He also wondered why he hadn’t slept yet.
Why haven’t you slept yet? He shouldn’t reflect on why she came back so late?
Shi Wen adimitted that at that time he could not hold back his anger all night, and vent it directly to Mu Zhen.
They are both lawyers. They don’t need to say more, every sentence is like a soft knife, and it is dedicated to the most painful place in people’s heart.
But the lawyer Mu, who had no disadvantages in court, was like a dumb person in front of him, not saying anything.
So when Shi Wen was exhausted both physically and mentally, he proposed for divorce.
Shi Wen looked out of the window. The city was full of impetuous people, and there was a young man who had just come back from a night out, disturbing the people by singing freely.
The smoke gradually reached his fingertip, burning quietly, and his fingers felt the temperature as he pinched out the smoke.
He settled his mood and finally made up his mind.
He will look for Mu Zhen tomorrow to have a good chat and say that the divorce was just said in a pit of anger.
At six o’clock in the morning, his body clock caused him to get up and take a shower on time.
He didn’t sleep all night, but he didn’t feel sleepy. Shi Wen took a shower, took another deep breath, with a smile on his face, he opened the door.
Shi Wen first glanced at the kitchen.
As usual, Mu Zhen should be preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Mu Zhe greatly attaches importance to breakfast, and spends a lot of time preparing breakfast everyday, trying to balance the nutrition.
Moreover, Mu Zhen eats very slowly, saying that this is the way to digest, and asks Shi Wen to do the same.
Shi Wen is an impatient person, and the most waste of time for him is eating. Because of this incident, Shi Wen protested countless of times, and later, the breakfast table became silent.
But today the kitchen is quiet and silent, and there was no signs of breathing.
Has Mu Zhen not started yet?
Shi Wen turned to the living room, preparing to put down his brief case and cook breakfast for him and Mu Zhen.
When he just turned to the living room, he saw Mu Zhen quietly sitting on the sofa, her long hair was put into two ponytails, and her back was thin and helpless.
She Wen was startled, “Why are you sitting here early in the morning?”
Then he felt that something was wrong.
His wife has always had short hair. She said that in the profession of lawyers, a person’s external image can add points. Especially for women. Neat short hair looks far more capable that long fluttering hair.
But what did he just see? Long hair? Also put into two ponytails?
Shi Wen felt that he was still asleep.
At this time, Mu Zhen turned to look at him, “Uncle, where is this place?” The voice had a girl’s unique soft and waxy tone, innocent eyes, and firm face that many skin care products can’t achieve. It is the gift of youth.
When Shi Wen saw her, he stumbled and slowly supported his body with the wall.
He hasn’t seen his wife when she was younger but he is sure that if his wife is 15 years younger, she must be exactly the same as the little girl with two ponytails in front of him.