The Tenth Year of Marriage

[Update before twelve o'clock in the evening]

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Song Fenglin's life has gone through several great fortunes.

One is that he accidentally filled in the computer scien...

Chapter 3: Three Openings

Chapter 3: Three Openings

Children are little burdens. Chen Yun can escape from them for a while, but not forever.

When she finished her meal and was about to go out with her bag. Still being hugged by the two children.

Chen Xingyue looked pitiful: "Mom, I want to go too."

Chen Xinyang put on his shoes directly, sat on the ground and lifted one leg with difficulty.

Chen Yun half-knelt and coaxed: "Mom has something to do. Can I take you out to play on Saturday?"

She spoke in a nice way and included some conditions such as grabbing dolls and eating French fries, and only after a while could they set off smoothly.

Thinking about the fried chicken she was going to have in the evening, she deliberately set the taxi address at the south gate of the community.

While waiting for the bus, she bought beer and spicy strips at a convenience store and slapped two daring mosquitoes to death.

In May, the heat in the air gradually subsides amid the hustle and bustle of the night.

The night wind is a little gentle, making people relax for no reason.

Chen Yun really enjoyed this moment alone. She even felt a little drowsy sitting in the car and her eyes were almost closed.

She forced herself to be alert, and when she reached her destination, she patted her face, but she couldn't help but yawn due to the biological clock trained by the children.

Although she was very sleepy, it didn't stop her from walking towards the hotel.

The smell of perfume in the lobby penetrated into her internal organs, and Chen Yun pinched her nose uncomfortably.

She showed her ID card at the front desk to register as a visitor, and found her way to number 2203 as she knew it well.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Zhou Peilin came to open the door.

Her complexion looked better than the previous two days, but her eyes were still dull.

Chen Yun: "Have you eaten today?"

Zhou Peilin: "I ate it. Song Jing brought it to me this afternoon."

From her expression, I knew she didn't eat much. Chen Yun: "Let's order some takeout, BBQ or crayfish? I didn't eat enough tonight."

Zhou Peilin knew it was for her, so she moved aside to let her in: "You order, I can do anything."

Chen Yun opened the food delivery app and moved her fingers around so busy that afterimages were almost left.

Zhou Peilin: "Are you planning to buy their store?"

Being able to joke proves that you have recovered.

Chen Yun kicked the door back and closed it. "I'll suggest this option to the store tomorrow."

Talking about being fat and out of breath, Zhou Peilin fell down on the sofa, picked up a pillow on the ground and hugged it, as if she could absorb a little warmth.

After knowing each other for more than 20 years, this was the first time Chen Yun saw her like this. His heart ached and he sat down next to her silently.

After a long silence, Zhou Peilin said, "Yang Jingrong just sent me a message saying that he accepts all the divorce conditions. We will go to handle the formalities next week."

These last few words seemed to have exhausted all her life's strength, but she forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "I will be a rich woman in the future, and I will buy you a store."

Chen Yun held her hand: "I'll go with you."

Zhou Peilin casually wiped the back of her hand: "Remember to hold me tight, don't embarrass me."

Then he said, "Do you know what I regret most now?"

Generally speaking, when people get divorced, what they regret the most is probably the marriage.

But Chen Yun knew her friend too well and said, "I shouldn't have sent him a message the past two days."

Who said it wasn't? Zhou Peilin cursed: "I actually want to keep such a rotten person."

How can you possibly impress a cheating man with old love?

She gritted her teeth, her lips bleeding a little, but she couldn't control her tears from falling.

After all, it is more than ten years of love and affection. Thinking about it is like digging a piece out of my heart.

Chen Yun spoke up for her: "Yang Jingrong will get his comeuppance."

Will it? Zhou Peilin gulped down half a bottle of Tsingtao: "Only those who pay more will get hurt."

She brought this upon herself.

Chen Yun was a witness to this relationship and could only feel sad.

She pursed her lips, unable to think of the right words to comfort others, and remained silent for a while.

Zhou Peilin didn't need anyone to respond and just kept cursing to vent her emotions.

When the takeaway arrived, Chen Yun peeled crayfish for her.

Zhou Peilin was drunk and smiled: "My treatment is almost as good as that of the emperor."

Chen Yun subconsciously wanted to add, "Wait until I get divorced and you will serve me instead," but her brain stopped her faster than her mouth.

She said, "Your Majesty, please open your mouth."

Zhou Peilin: "Sisters are still the best, men are shit."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yun's cell phone rang.

She took off her gloves and answered the phone: "Off work?"

The next sentence is: "I'm not ready yet, please add a little more."

Zhou Peilin thought that although her marriage was unhappy, others still had to live a good life.

She said, "I'm fine, you go back first."

Chen Yun hung up the phone and half-jokingly asked, "Are you planning to eat the remaining crayfish for yourself?"

Zhou Peilin cooperated very well: "Yes, I will eat alone."

It was clearly just a simple sentence, but the two of them laughed so hard that they fell over.

Chen Yun's clothes were splashed with soup, and when she wiped them with a tissue, the soup spread out like a flower.

Zhou Peilin: "It's quite artistic." Chen Yun debunked: "You speak as if you understand art."

This kind of reaction is normal.

Zhou Peilin: "You don't treat me like a porcelain doll anymore?"

Chen Yun: "Are you Zhou Peilin such a coward?"

Yes, Zhou Peilin slammed the table and said proudly: "That's right, three-legged beasts are everywhere."

Chen Yun didn't correct her mistake and said, "I'll raise eight or ten of his young hunks later."

Zhou Peilin had been fooled by a skin bag before, and shook her head: "It's useless to be good-looking, you have to have good character."

The latter is much more difficult to find than the former. Chen Yun: "I guess you won't be able to find it."

Zhou Peilin was shocked by his pessimistic attitude: "What's wrong with Song Fenglin?"

She is very good at making associations. Chen Yun: “Not yet.”

Zhou Peilin breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

She added: "If he also messes around, I'll really think he's not good enough as a man."

Wait, why does Song Fenglin have such an important responsibility as the representative of the male group?

Chen Yun was a little surprised: "You think too highly of him."

Zhou Peilin was silent for two seconds: "Does he go anywhere else besides home and the company?"

Indeed, not at all. Chen Yun's hormone levels changed dramatically after she gave birth to her son, and she became particularly suspicious.

She secretly kept an eye on Song Fenglin for several months, but didn't find any flaws.

Others work overtime to earn money to support their families, but you are so petty.

Chen Yun felt embarrassed when she thought about it: "I'm not going anywhere."

In connection with this, Song Fenglin has a depressed personality.

Zhou Peilin once thought that her friend would not be able to live with such a person for long, but she didn't expect that she has been married for ten years.

She said, “Time flies by so fast.”

The topic changes quickly.

Chen Yun accompanied her friend to reminisce about their youth and waited for Zhang Songjing to take over before leaving.

It was already past twelve o'clock when she went downstairs, and there were still a few guests crowding at the front desk to check in.

The people in the lobby were divided into two sides, and Song Fenglin, who was standing alone, stood out particularly.

Of course, with his height and weight, he will not be ignored wherever he stands.

Chen Yun saw it at a glance, and didn't call him, but just slowly moved closer.

Song Fenglin only discovered it when he was only one step away.

He put away his phone: "Are you done talking?"

Chen Yun: “Yeah.”

Song Fenglin: "Going home now?"

Chen Yun: “Okay.”

Song Fenglin: "Then I'll call a taxi."

This time, Chen Yun didn't want to say a word and just nodded.

Song Fenglin saw her drooping eyelids and asked, "Are you very sleepy?"

Chen Yun leaned her head against the man's shoulder and said, "I'm super sleepy."

Her schedule now is similar to that of the children, and she is in bed almost at nine o'clock.

Song Fenglin knew her habits very well, so he said to her after they got in the car: "Go to sleep, I'll call you when we get there."

Chen Yun closed her eyes, but did not really fall asleep.

She hugged the arm of the person next to her and poked him with her pinky finger.

Although Song Fenglin was confused, he didn't ask any more questions and let her do what she wanted.

After getting off the bus, Chen Yun walked on her own in an orderly manner.

Song Fenglin felt as if his heart was empty. He held her hand and said, "Slow down."

The gravel road in the community was a bit crowded for two people to walk side by side.

Although Chen Yun didn't break free, she still took a step forward.

Song Fenglin looked at her face from behind: "You look very beautiful today."

Chen Yun was born beautiful.

Her eyes are round and her lips are slightly upturned. When she smiles, there is a gentleness like melting spring snow, and when she doesn't smile, she has a sense of coldness.

Maybe that's the reason why Song Fenglin sometimes felt that she was distant.

But he doubted his own acumen and suppressed the slight "illusion".

Chen Yun didn't know what he was thinking, so she kicked a stone on the side of the road and said, "Praise me for being cute next time."

After all, hearing the same words for ten years is bound to make you a little tired.

Song Fenglin had nothing else to say, but he could get full marks for execution, so he immediately changed his words: "You are very cute today."

According to his personality, he will say the same thing tomorrow, just like the dishes he praised will appear on the table in the next half month.

Even though Chen Yun didn't really want to eat, she had to smile politely.

Song Fenglin couldn't understand the emotions behind her and could only receive superficial information.

He smiled sincerely and looked at the close shadows on the ground.

In the light, everything is nowhere to be found.

Chen Yun reached out and pressed the elevator button, then remembered something: "Can you leave work early next week on your birthday?"

When Song Fenglin was a child, he actually didn’t like celebrating his birthday.

His name was once the evidence of his parents' love, but it was also the part they most wanted to erase after their relationship broke down.

Even he himself once hated this union and resisted anything that reminded him of his family.

But now he has a new life, and these activities have become a source of happiness.

He said, "Sure. I'll go to work in the morning, come see you at noon, we'll go shopping in the afternoon and pick up the kids from school, and then we'll go out for dinner as a family in the evening."

Last year we spent the same way, so Chen Yun was not surprised at all: "Then I'll book a restaurant, do you want to eat anything?"

Song Fenglin: "I'll listen to you."

Chen Yun actually already had the answer, but she just wanted to ask it anyway.

She held up her phone to share: "Let's eat this Northeastern cuisine."

Song Fenglin nodded without even looking at it: "Okay."

It was so straightforward that it made people feel a little depressed. Chen Yun laughed at herself in a low voice: "Don't be ungrateful."

Song Fenglin didn't hear clearly, so he moved closer and asked, "What did you say?"

Just then the elevator door opened, and Chen Yun pushed him inside: "It's late, and we should go home and sleep."

It seems like there are a few more words?

Song Fenglin counted on his fingers but didn't investigate further. After all, even if there were three or five hundred more, what his wife said was right.