There is no cure for love

He goes out to socialize three or four times a month, which is not too much, and occasionally comes back drunk. I really can't figure out where he finds the time to have a tryst with Lu Yun.

There are too many things that I can't figure out.

In the next few days, I paid close attention to Shen Yi's mobile phone. After he returned home, he would occasionally receive calls from companies or clients. His circle of friends were all people I knew, so there was nothing strange about this.

These days, when he answers the phone, I always put some thought into it, paying attention to what he is saying and whether there is anything wrong.

I don’t know whether Shen Yi is too cautious or I am too stupid to notice it. Anyway, Shen Yi’s behavior in the past few days is nothing strange.

He is just getting better and better towards me. When he comes back, he either buys flowers or gifts, and he even cooks for me.

If he hadn't told me wrong about my menstrual period that night, I would have almost thought that he was lying about having someone outside.

But when Shen Yi became better and better to me, my sense of crisis deepened.

There is always a reason why one person is nice to another person.

Mo Lin often called me to ask about my situation. I told her the truth. Apart from knowing that Shen Yi had really changed his mind, I learned nothing. Mo Lin told me not to worry. She called Lu Yun to make an appointment, but Lu Yun had been too busy recently. I'm busy and I have to spend some time.

"When he is not busy, let's meet and talk, Zhirou. You know, there are some things that are difficult to discuss over the phone." Molin comforted me.

I snorted coldly, "Really? Are you really busy? You didn't even call me."

"Don't be like this, things will eventually be solved, but we can't make false assumptions."

"I've seen it with my own eyes, how can I just be trying to catch someone up?" I asked. Maybe I was too sensitive, but I actually felt that Mo Lin was speaking for Lu Yun.

"Zhirou, you are too fragile now and have been overwhelmed by sadness. My dear, you need to be more clear-headed and calm down." Molin said patiently.

"I know." I responded in a low voice, feeling infinitely sad.

Maureen was busy with the radio station at night and caught up on her sleep during the day. I couldn't disturb her for too long. After hanging up the phone, she went shopping alone to get some fresh air.

I went out to buy some daily necessities and came back. I met a middle-aged woman at the gate of the community, about forty years old. She came up to me and asked me how to get to Building 33. I pointed out the way to her and when I was about to leave, she pulled me and asked me. , "How much does the business you do cost per month?"

I didn't understand, so I frowned and asked in confusion, "What do you mean? I don't quite understand?"

She was a little embarrassed, smoothed her hair, and said, "This is my first time in the city. I was introduced by an acquaintance. But I don't know how much it costs to be a confinement nanny here for a month. I'm afraid of losing money! So, I want to ask ask you........."

Oh my god! Did she treat me as a nanny? I was shaking with anger, bit my lip, and said with a shameless face, "I'm sorry, I think you asked the wrong person!" After that, I turned around and walked quickly. open.

The dissatisfied voice of the man came from behind, "You can talk without losing any weight!"

I just want to take out the potatoes in my pocket and hit them!

When I got home, I put down my things and ran to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. At the age of thirty, wrinkles had already appeared in the corners of my eyes. The Estee Lauder eye cream I bought last week was moisturizing, but it couldn't stop the fine lines from creeping up the corners of my eyes. Skin It requires little maintenance and has a good foundation, but after years of torture, it has finally lost its youthful luster. My hair was permed last year and is slightly curly, with split ends and loss of luster.

Looking at the clothes again, a simple long-sleeved T-shirt, knitted cardigan, and jeans, she does look like a nanny.

I have never looked at myself so seriously, using other people's eyes. Over the years, I have become a housewife and devoted myself to my husband and family, leaving nothing for myself. After all, as Maureen said, I have been wronged.

Own.

Looking in the mirror, hiding his face and crying.