Chapter 194 I miss Qianqian, I miss her, I miss her, I miss her!
The other side.
In fact, Li Muyu was not that sad.
Because before the New Year.
She had already confirmed that Zhao Nannan and Xiaoli were having an affair.
But at that time, Zhao Nannan and Xiaoli really didn't have any personal relationship.
Li Muyu, who was pregnant, naturally moved much more slowly due to her physical condition.
Zhao Nannan easily caught up with her quickly.
This time, Li Muyu did not attack Xiaoli impulsively as usual, nor did he give Zhao Nannan a loud slap in the face.
Perhaps after careful consideration, she already understood that the man standing in front of her at this moment was no longer under her control.
She gently stroked her bulging belly, her face unusually calm as she slowly asked, "Are you really planning to abandon us, mother and son, like this?"
Zhao Nannan shook her head.
"Then let's go home!" Li Muyu took the man's arm.
God knows.
To what extent was Li Muyu's heart bombarded at this moment?
But people in the Shanghai stock market are shrewd and calculating at heart.
She knew that breaking up with Zhao Nannan at this time was not the best principle.
Even if she doesn't think about herself, she should think about her children and parents.
What's more, Li Muyu really loves Zhao Nannan.
In the past, he lowered his status to pay for it.
Even after marriage, he treated Zhao Nannan badly.
But she is also loving.
I just feel that Zhao Nannan is a son-in-law, and he should not be spoiled too much, otherwise I won’t be able to control him in the future!
So as long as Zhao Nannan doesn't go too far.
As long as Zhao Nannan doesn't mention divorce, Li Muyu will maintain the current situation.
But she also has her own little thoughts in her heart...
Family compound.
Zeng Cheng dragged his exhausted body after a day of high-intensity training.
As he walked slowly towards his home with heavy steps, he couldn't help feeling an inexplicable loneliness in his heart.
In the past, whenever he returned home after training, he was always greeted by delicious meals and Zhao Qianqian’s smile as bright as a flower.
But now.
Everything has changed, leaving only an empty room and endless silence.
Recalling the good times he spent with Zhao Qianqian in the past, every day was filled with happiness and laughter for him.
This once warm home has become so cold!
Zeng Cheng was so timid that he would rather stay in the barracks and continue to mechanically repeat those boring training movements than face this heartbreaking reality.
Habit is indeed a very terrible force.
When he first joined the army, due to the heavy workload, he often had to leave home for months or even half a year before he had the chance to reunite with Zhao Qianqian. Even so, he had never felt as painful and lost as he did now.
Perhaps it was because the young and energetic Zeng Cheng at that time knew very well in his heart that no matter how far apart they were or how long they were together, Zhao Qianqian would always be his wife, and the relationship between them was as solid as a rock, and she would never leave him.
But what about now?
Zeng Cheng sighed silently and shook his head, trying to clear his mind of thoughts.
However, those beautiful memories kept flooding into his heart like a tide, making it impossible for him to escape.
He didn't know what exactly caused the breakdown of their relationship, nor did he know how to save this lost love.
I just want to be shallow...
Miss her, miss her, miss her!
My heart is about to break just thinking about it!
night.
Zeng Cheng lay alone on a bed that was almost three meters long, and an unprecedented feeling of loneliness surged into his heart like a tide.
Recalling the past.
He always complained that the bed was too small, limiting the space for him and Zhao Qianqian to play and have fun on the bed, preventing the couple from completely letting go and enjoying the pleasure of love.
At this moment, he wished that the bed could be smaller.
Because only in this way can he stop frequently recalling the sweet times he spent with his wife and the passionate scenes of their making love.
Lie down for a while.
Zeng Cheng found that he couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and walked to the empty living room with heavy steps.
His eyes involuntarily fell on the slightly yellowed wedding photo hanging on the wall.
In the photo, Zhao Qianqian is wearing a fresh and elegant floral dress. Her smile is as bright as a flower blooming in the warm spring sun, and her eyes are full of tenderness and happiness.
That was a commemorative photo taken when they just got married!
At that time, she would always hold his arm affectionately and act coquettishly.
Later we arrived at the family compound.
Whenever he came home after a hard training session, she would throw herself into his arms.
Or prepare a delicious meal...
But now, apart from the faint scent of jasmine lingering in the air, there is no trace of her and no trace of her in this room.
Zeng Cheng stared at Zhao Qianqian in the photo, his throat rolling up and down, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end, he could only let out a long sigh...
Zeng Cheng raised his hand and touched her smiling face in the photo, his fingertips trembling slightly.
Suddenly.
Zeng Cheng seemed to be controlled by an uncontrollable anger.
He suddenly raised his fist and started punching Zhao Qianqian in the photo frantically.
He kept muttering, "Zhao Qianqian, you cruel woman, I asked you to leave me... I asked you not to reply to my letter... I asked you to..."
Each punch was filled with endless resentment and pain, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances and unwillingness in his heart.
As the fists continued to fall, the back of Zeng Cheng's hand gradually became red and swollen, and blood oozed out from the wound, but he had no intention of stopping.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe because he was exhausted, or maybe because the anger in his heart subsided a little, he finally stopped what he was doing.
Immediately following.
He looked at his bloody hands in confusion, as if waking from a dream. Then he quickly turned around to find a rag and carefully wiped the place on the photo where he had just hit it, for fear of leaving even the slightest trace.
Although the photo is a bit old and the edges are beginning to wear out, for Zeng Cheng, it is his only thought and the spiritual pillar that supports him through countless lonely nights.
After the training that day.
Zeng Cheng did not go to the cafeteria as usual, but went directly to the phone booth.
Fortunately, there was a telephone installed at home in Kyoto.
Zeng Cheng took a deep breath and dialed the number he knew by heart with trembling hands.
There were beeps on hold from the other end of the phone, and each beep seemed to strike at his heartstrings.
Time passed minute by minute, and just when he was about to lose his patience, the phone suddenly connected.
"Hello, who is this?"
When I heard Zhao Qianqian's clear and pleasant voice.
Zeng Cheng's eyes instantly became moist.
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