Marriage is continuous: mysterious husband brought home

"... well."

More than half an hour later, Nie TingYang took Nie Yuchen back to the villa. Aunt Huang is no longer here. Nie TingYang asked her to go back to Nie's house half a month ago.

"I'll call mommy and see when she'll be back."

"Good!" Nie Yuchen looked forward and remembered something. He hurriedly ran into the room, opened the water pipe, washed his face, picked up the towel to wipe the water off his face, and then looked at himself in the mirror. Mommy must not see that he was crying just now.

Grinning at himself in the mirror, he said, "Xiao Chen, you must smile when Mommy comes back. You look good when you smile. Mommy won't go when she sees you smile."

In the living room, Nie TingYang looked at the clock on the wall. At 10 a.m., he called Yan Yan.

"Aunt Huang is going out at 12 noon. When are you going to get your things?"

At this end of the phone, Yan Yan was silent for a moment and said, "then I'll go there now."

"OK, don't waste time." Nie TingYang hung up the phone, "Xiao Chen, come here."

"Daddy, what's the matter?" Nie Yuchen came out of the room with a happy smile on his face.

"After a while, if Mommy comes and asks about daddy, you say Daddy is in the hospital and Aunt Huang is out. Remember?"

Nie Yuchen frowned, "Daddy, are you going to the hospital? Don't you wait for mommy to come back?"

Nie TingYang's face embarrassed and stood up, "Daddy, go to the study."

Nie Yuchen thought and seemed to understand something. "I know, Daddy!"

Tang house.

Wei Ziqi is no longer there. There is a divorce agreement signed by Nie TingYang on the tea table in the living room.

Yan Yan stared at the familiar signature and reached for the pen on the table.

As soon as the pen was held in her hand, her hand began to tremble. As before, this trembling could not be restrained, as if there was a cramp in her hand.

She hates this feeling!

"Miss, when shall we start?" Tang Li came and asked her.

"Right away." trembling, she signed the word "Yan Yan", and then closed the divorce agreement. She turned around and tears fell uncontrollably

"Aunt Liu, Wei Ziqi will come and give it to her tomorrow. Thank you."

Aunt Liu nodded, put away the pen on the table, and then put away the divorce agreement. Tears also fell. Everyone knows that the young lady has an uncle in her heart. She was fine before, but it says divorce is divorce.

Tang Li pushed Yan Yan to the door. She suddenly remembered something, "Aunt Liu, give it to me."

Go to the villa to get something and put it there by the way. She hates to see Wei Ziqi again and won't let Wei Ziqi step into the door of the Tang family at all.

Aunt Liu was stunned, quickly wiped away her tears and handed her the divorce agreement.

"Give me the pen too." signing the divorce agreement with the one he gave me is also a complete end to this marriage. I hope everyone can live well from now on.

Aunt Liu was stunned again and handed out her pen.

It's not close from Tang's house to Nie TingYang's villa, but today the road is smooth and unimpeded. It'll be there in an hour.

"Brother Alex, I won't go down. I don't have many things. Aunt Huang is also in the places I told you on the road. If you're not sure, you can ask her, and let Aunt Huang give it to Nie TingYang." Yan Yan handed the divorce agreement and pen to Tang Li.

Tang Li looked at her, said nothing, reached out to take it, and then got out of the car.

The window is specially treated glass. You can't see inside from the outside.

Before the doorbell rang, Nie Yuchen heard the sound of the car outside. He moved a chair and stood at the door, looking at the picture on the monitoring screen.

The door opened. It was Uncle Ali, not Mommy.

He sat down in his chair disappointed, tears falling one by one.

Tang Li rang the doorbell. It took a while for the door to open. When he saw that it was Nie Yuchen, he was stunned and subconsciously looked at the car.

He knew she must have seen the child.

But in fact, Yan Yan leaned against the seat and wept. His eyes were closed and he didn't look at it at all.

Nie Yuchen looked at the car parked at the door and asked in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Ali, where's my mommy?"

"Your Mommy... Didn't come." Tang Li walked into the room. Since she didn't open the door, she just didn't want to see it. It's better not to see it.

He reached for the door and looked at the house. "Are you at home?"

Nie Yuchen stared at him with anger in his eyes. "My mommy didn't come back. What are you doing here? You go out!"

"I'll take your mommy's things and bring this by the way."

Nie Yuchen looked at the things in Tang Li's hand. At the age of four, he had known many words, "divorce agreement", which he knew.

"Give it to your father when he comes back."

Nie Yuchen stretched out his hand to take it, but suddenly looked like an angry little tiger. He tore the four pages of paper from the middle and fell in two. He fell to the ground angrily. Then he pulled Tang Li's arm, "you bad man! I don't allow you to enter my house, you go out!"

"Mommy doesn't want me and daddy. You're not allowed to come into my house again. You go out!"

Tang Li stood still. Facing a child, he didn't know what to say, but in his heart, he still loved the child.

"Xiao Chen, don't make trouble!" Nie TingYang came out of his study. He heard the dialogue downstairs clearly.

Yan Yan, I really have you. It's good. It's not that I don't give you a chance to see your son, but that you don't see yourself.

"Daddy!" Nie Yuchen loosened Tang Li and burst into tears, "Daddy, Mommy doesn't want us anymore. Mommy will never come back... Woo woo..."

Nie TingYang came down from upstairs with a gloomy face, "Nie Yuchen, I'll tell you again at last. If you cry again, I'll send you away. In the future, you don't only have no Mommy, you can't even see your daddy!"

Nie Yuchen ran upstairs crying and went back to his room.

Nie TingYang came to the door, bent down to pick up the divorce agreement on the ground, opened the last page, looked at the familiar handwriting on it, and his heart suddenly grabbed it.

Although I knew she would sign, I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

He turned around, "I'll take her things down." at the moment of turning around, something glittering and translucent fell to the ground.

As time goes by, looking at the end of the world, the world of mortals is like a dream. Who is responsible for who?

For a long time after that day, Tong Hua sorted out the monitoring of Nie TingYang's villa and saw the picture of Yan Yan and Tang Lilai moving things in the villa that day.

When the door opened, Yan Yan helped the double crutches to get out of the car. She came to the door with difficulty, raised her hand and fell down. She tried back and forth for a full 50 times. Finally, she chose to put it down, then turned back to the car, and never came down again.

About five minutes later, Tang Li came out of the villa with her things, and the door ran into it.

Yan Yan is just outside the door.

Tong Hua doesn't know whether he should tell Nie TingYang about it. It's been more than three months. The young master has been depressed. He looks nothing different during the day. However, when he returns to the villa after work at night, he closes himself in his study, smokes one cigarette after another, doesn't eat, and leans back in his chair and squints for a while when he is sleepy.

If it goes on like this, even the iron body will not be able to carry it.

After much thought, Tong Hua decided to tell Nie TingYang about it.

When I opened the door of the study, the pungent smell of smoke came to my face.

Nie TingYang was standing by the window. It rained today, which brought a trace of coolness to the dry and hot weather. Looking at the rain outside the window, he was silent and just kept smoking.

Tong Hua stood at the door and turned on the light in the room, "young master..."

Nie TingYang's head didn't return, his voice was dark and dumb, and his nose was thick. "Xiaochen slept?"

"Well, the young master has just fallen asleep." Tong Hua enters the study with a cup of Pu'er tea in his hand.

More than three months ago, Tong Hua received a text message.

——Tong Hua, I'm Yan Yan. When you're with him in the future, change his coffee into Pu'er tea.

At first, he didn't understand why he wanted to replace the young master's coffee with Pu'er. Later, he inadvertently saw on the Internet that Pu'er tea can eliminate tobacco poisoning.

At that time, he realized that the young master was not in love, and Yan Yan also had him in his heart.

But the love in this world is mixed with too many things, such as power, such as money, such as interests.

Rich marriage is even more so. It is only in novels and movies that two people enjoy each other and stay together for a long time.

"Young master, have some Pu'er tea." Tong Hua handed over the tea cup.

Nie TingYang stared at the cup of tea and had thousands of thoughts. In the past, when he stayed up late at night, Yan Yan would make him a cup of Pu'er tea. Before, there was only coffee in his study. Later, she changed the coffee a little bit. Up to now, it's all Pu'er.

From the beginning of his unaccustomed, unadapted, to the present habit, adaptation, the time is not long.

It's like adapting to the status from unmarried to married. Just for a moment, he gets used to it.

However, from married to unmarried, it has been more than three months, and he has not been able to adapt.

When sleeping at night, he always used to reach out and touch his side. When he couldn't touch it, he would be worried. As soon as he opened his eyes, he remembered that he had divorced.

He would call her name before waking up in the morning. In the past, even if she didn't wake up, she would respond.

"Hmm..." that soft chant has been lingering in my ears up to now.

But now, no one should answer him anymore. When he opened his eyes, he was alone.

The tea is drunk into the mouth and swallowed. The bitterness pervades the whole body. Every cell is shouting, bitter, too bitter.

He felt that he had fallen into hell again, and this time, it was much deeper than the last time. If the last time was hell, this time he had reached the 18th floor.

He was supposed to be the one who decided, but he was the one who was most reluctant to let go.

He thought he never wanted women in this world, but in the end, women abandoned him.

The divorce agreement

His eyes fell on his desk. A divorce agreement pasted with transparent tape lay there quietly. On the last page, the position of the man's signature was blank, and the position of the woman's signature was "Yan Yan", which was strong and powerful.