Sure enough, as I expected, she asked here, thanks to my early preparation.

"Nothing to do." I took my cell phone from the tea table, pulled out the video of last night and showed it to her.

She took the cell phone and stood there, looking at it for a while, chuckling and laughing.

I don't know if she laughed at my nervous and funny actions or because I really didn't do anything to her.

She believed me anyway.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you." She said with embarrassment.

Like a suspect who had been wronged for many years before sinking into the snow, I said with dignity, "It's all right."

"I'm right. You're really a good person." She said.

I don't know what a good person's evaluation means to me from her mouth. In most TV plays I've seen, a woman who is not interested in a man and who can't refuse directly takes this excuse to prevaricate.

Of course, she's not interested in me, and it's reasonable that I'm not at the same level as her appearance. I still know that, let alone age, family and other factors.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. "I'll go down and buy you breakfast."

"No." She said, "Is there anything in the fridge? Let me make you breakfast."

I'm glad to accept it.

But she added symbolically later, "Don't think too much, I just want to express my thanks for helping me last night."

Of course I don't care. I saw her again anyway, and she still cooked breakfast for me in the kitchen, which I didn't dare to think about a few days ago.

I sat on the sofa and saw that she was busy and skilled in the kitchen. I could see that she was very virtuous.

I watched her in a daze. Why did her husband say no and no to such a woman with both good looks?

If you give it to me, I'm afraid it's too late to feel sorry. That man was born in bliss.

Breakfast was quickly served to the table. Although it was very simple, it was also made very beautiful by her. The colorful combination seemed to have a good appetite. There were fried eggs. I loved fried eggs best. When I was at home, my mother would make fried eggs for me every morning, but I never had them after I left home.

I've tried to make it myself, but I can't call it fried eggs at all. It can be called roasted eggs, or black eggs, or bombs.

For me who hasn't had breakfast for a long time, it's definitely delicious food. I ate it with relish, but she didn't eat much and drank only a few mouthfuls of milk.

I can see that she has something on her mind. Yeah, for a woman, family is not the most important thing. Now that she and her husband are in such trouble, how can she not be disturbed?

"Are you okay?" I tried to ask.

She was stunned, sighed and said, "Sure, I think my daughter is."

"You and your husband... What's the matter? I asked.

She shook her head and said, "Nothing. I don't want to mention him right now if I have a chance to talk to you again."

I didn't know what to say, so I had to bow my head and eat breakfast.

"Do you know a lawyer?" She suddenly asked me. "I mean that's better."

"You want a divorce?" I asked. After asking, I found that I asked a little abruptly.

Of course she didn't care, nodded her head and looked with hatred, like saying to herself, "Whose patience should have a limit."

"What's your husband's opinion?" I don't know how to ask such silly questions. I just don't know how to answer them.

"He?" Liu Ruyue sneered and said, "No matter what he said this time, I am divorced. It's my daughter's jelly. Alas, the only thing I can't give up is her.

I was just wondering how to comfort her when there was a rush knock at the door.

I'm in a tight mood. Isn't it her husband? But at this time, I have no reason to be timid. Who told him to sweep such a beautiful wife out of the house and beat her? That's enough for me to stand at the top of morality. Even if I quarrel with him, I won't be guilty.

It was only when I opened the door that I realized how much I thought, not her husband, but the monkey.

Yeah, only monkeys come to me and knock at the door so recklessly every time.

"What are you kid doing? Why did you open the door so late? As soon as I opened the door, he said impatiently. Drill in whenever possible.

I stopped him in a hurry and said, "Your kid came to me early in the morning. What's wrong? Didn't he lend you money last night?"

"I really don't like to listen to you, can't I come over when I'm OK?" The monkey said.

Seeing that I didn't mean to let him in, he looked suspicious and said, "What the hell are you doing, blocking me out for? Is it not intended that I will not even be allowed to enter the door?

"It's not convenient today." I said, "Come back another day."

When I said that, he was interested. "Is it inconvenient? Why is it inconvenient?

"There are friends in the house." I bustled off the road.

"Friends?" He obviously didn't believe it. "I don't know any of your friends."