"Is this what you call a dinner party? Where is the woman's chest groove exposed? Didn't she know that you've gotten married and had children?"

Upon hearing this, Sang He frowned fiercely.

This is He Hui's voice.

Another male voice should be He Hui’s husband Luo Ye. The voice was so enduring and irritable that it was mixed with indifference: “Don’t you be like a shrew? Can I control how others wear clothes?”

"My shrew?" He Hui's voice was full of disbelief. After sneering, he continued, "I really didn't expect you to use this word to describe me. Luo Ye, before we divorced, you openly went out to have dinner with other women. It's still so natural. Do you deserve me? Do you deserve Luo Hao? If he knew that his father was such a person, would he still recognize you?"

Luo Ye was obviously angry by He Hui's words, and his voice was raised several times: "You still have the face to mention the child. My mother asked you to see a doctor and ask you to take medicine. Why don't you do it? Isn't everyone happy to have a second child?"

"Why don't you listen to what you are talking about?"

He Hui kept taking deep breaths and tried her best to restrain her emotions, "Why do I have to see a doctor for taking medicine when I am not sick? Having a baby is not a matter of one person. Who will I have a child with if you are not at home?"

"You tell me to be busy every day, but it turns out that you are always busy with such things, right?"

Bang!

A crisp sound rang out. Sanghe thought that Luo Ye had hit He Hui. His expression became a little colder and walked over.

Sang He pursed his lips, and he didn't say anything but said nothing.

"Nothing." He Hui shook her head gently.

Sang He was a little helpless. After struggling for a few times, he found that he could not move at all. He sighed and gave up resisting.

Forget it, it's nothing to not wash up all night anyway.

Hearing this, He Hui curled her lips and smiled.

Sang He looked undeniable.

Tonight, the relationship between the two of them seemed to be one step closer.

But they can't do it even if they leave Mianmian alone at home.

The two walked out together. When they got to the door to separate, He Hui looked at Sang He and smiled and said, "Sang He, I will consider it."

Then Sang He stretched out his hand, rubbed Luo Wenmo's head as he usually did, and said in a warm voice: "I'm going to wash up."

He Hui's heart skipped a beat: "Can you please, don't say it out."

Luo Wenmo had a real headache. After knowing that Sang He was back, he felt relieved and fell asleep.

Hearing this, Sang He's sleepiness disappeared instantly and he was extremely awake.

"If you have anything, tell me, don't keep it alone, okay?"

The next morning, Sanghe received a call from the police station saying that what Mianmian had encountered had made progress.

"I'll go there now." Sang He hung up the phone and started changing his clothes.

She didn't expect that He Hui would be so beautiful.

The drunk Luo Wenmo insisted not to hug Sang He, for fear of being tired of Sang He, and insisted on hugging himself, but he hugged him very steadily.

In fact, she wanted to ask Sang He how much she heard. She had always had a bad relationship with Sang He. This matter... is her privacy again. She doesn't want others to know about it, let alone Sang He.

He Hui barely stabilized her body and said pale: "Thank you."

Sure enough, there is a mother like her, and the answers she got in Sanghe and Mianmianna were the same.

The bad guy is still in the dark. If you take advantage of the situation, there will be no place for both of you to cry at that time.

Seeing that Sang He ignored him, Luo Wenmo was stunned. He immediately rubbed Sang He's neck with some anger and said in a angrily voice: "What are you thinking about again?"

"You..." He Hui looked up at Sang He, and wanted to speak but stopped.

She had never seen He Hui like this before, and she had spoken to people in this tone.

Sang He was a little confused: "Why are you laughing at?"

Luo Wenmo gently pecked Sang He's cold lips, and then a sound like a heavenly sound rang out: "Sang He, I love you, can you not be too cold to me in the future?"

The drunk Luo Wenmo was so worry-free, and he thought about her everywhere.

Upon hearing this, Sang He was a little dazed.

Mianmian fell asleep in the back seat. Luo Wenmo sat in the passenger seat, leaning his head slightly. When he saw Sang He coming in, he chuckled: "It's good to have a wife, but someone will give her away when she's drunk."

Sang He put Luo Wenmo straight and covered her with a quilt, then he planned to wash up.

Sang He was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he also laughed.

Sang He is not a very enthusiastic person and has no idea of ​​helping others. So he doesn't say anything more.

Sanghe: "..."

She raised her hand, held Luo Wenmo's strong waist, and fell asleep.

Sanghe drove very smoothly along the way, and he shouted Luo Wenmo when he got home.

Sang He quickly found the car, then opened the car door and sat in.

"What's wrong?" Sang He was nestled in Luo Wenmo's arms and did not move.

Luo Wenmo naturally wanted to go together, but the couple didn't plan to take Mianmian with them. It was not good to let a four-year-old child listen to these, especially because they didn't know what the truth was.

After putting Mianmianan on the bed, Luo Wenmo closed his eyes and lay down directly on the bed.

"I'm sorry." Sang He replied, but there was an unstoppable smile on the corner of his lips.

"Nothing." Sang He came to his senses, with a bright smile on his lips, "I promise you."

But as soon as he stood up, his hand was pulled by Luo Wenmo, and then the latter tried hard and pulled Sang He into his arms.

Neither Luo Ye nor He Hui expected that someone would be there. Luo Ye stood up straight, tidied up his clothes, and then lifted his feet and left.

But Luo Wenmo hugged Sang He tightly and did not move.

Waiting for Luo Ye's figure to disappear, He Hui's whole body seemed to be drained, and she staggered and almost fell to the ground. Sang He was quick-eyed and quickly stepped forward to help her.

"Yes." Nodded and agreed. Sang He thought for a while and said, "Why not get a divorce? If you need it, I can help you."

Sang He followed Luo Wenmo and sighed softly.

No one would have thought that a man who was cold in front of others and was nearly 1.9 meters tall was like a docile and pitiful puppy at this moment.

Just as she was about to say something, Sang He saw Luo Ye's face that was leaning against him, and He Hui's hand that had not yet been put down.

Sang He was stunned for a moment.

After discussing it, the couple planned to send Mianmian to the old house.

When Mianmian heard that she was going to find her grandparents, she was so happy that she did not forget to ask the two before leaving: "When will mom and dad come to pick Mianmian?"

"Come here tonight." Sang He looked at Mianmian drowningly and instructed: "Mianmian should not cause trouble for grandparents."

Mianmian nodded obediently: "Mianmian understands."
Chapter completed!