"Are you hungry? Or... I'll make one for you, too? " She turned to look at him and said so.
He stared at her, his thin lips sipping, and said nothing.
"Then... When I didn't say that." She was embarrassed and said that the cook in the villa usually made better things than her simple tomato and egg noodles. Besides, he didn't say he was hungry.
"Since you said it, why didn't you say it? Zhuo qianyun, do you like to turn back?" He said, then, ignoring her, he left the kitchen and sat down at the table.
Zhuo qianyun was stunned. What he said was to ask her to make one for him?
So she began to add more.
After a while, two bowls of tomato and egg noodles came out. Zhuo qianyun brought it to the dining table, one bowl for each.
"Well, eat, but the noodles are just out of the pot. Don't burn them." She reminded, then lowered his head, began to eat the bowl of noodles.
Ye Wenming looked at Zhuo qianyun, who was eating noodles in front of him.
He was not hungry at all, but when she asked him if he wanted to cook a bowl for him, his mind came back to the time when they were in love. She said that she would learn to cook in the future, and she could often cook food for him in the future.
Clearly these memories, just memory, this one of the feelings is no longer.
But when the memory appeared in front of him, he suddenly wanted to eat what she made.
"What's the matter? Don't you eat it?" She looked up at him, "the face is easy to paste, and after a while it's not delicious."
"What do you want?" He asked abruptly.
After a moment, she said in a serious voice, "I want to be a real husband and wife with you and have a warm family with you and your children."
"I'm afraid that if we get divorced, will the children be ugly in the name of divorce?" He said.
"It's nothing to do with the children. It's me. I want to continue to be your wife. I don't want to divorce you!" She argued.
"Because you love me?" He asked in a sarcastic voice.
His tone, let her bitter smile, "yes, because I love you."
"But I don't want to love you, because I love you, too tired, too sad, I don't want to experience the feeling of self-esteem and pride being crushed again." Ye Wenming said, "I just hope you can really do what you say. When the three-month deadline comes, you will honestly sign the divorce agreement."
With that, he got up to leave.
She almost subconsciously grasped his hand.
"Why, am I not clear enough?" He said.
"You said it very clearly, and I heard it very clearly." She bit her lip slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the tears that were about to come out of her eyes. "I just want to ask... Noodles, don't you eat?"
"Yes, if you don't want to eat it, you can pour it out later. If you are too lazy to pour it out, you can put it away. Tomorrow, a servant will clean it up." He answered her like this, and then his hand came out of her fingertips.
Zhuo qianyun looked at the bowl of noodles on the table, which he had never moved. He laughed bitterly, but tears rolled down his eyes.
He never believed that she loved him!
Besides, he didn't want to love her any more! Once that love, as humiliation.
"Wen Ming, I don't want to miss you..." she murmured. What can she do to make him believe that she loves him? This feeling is true, not the lie she told for the sake of the children?!
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