55. Chapter 55 Do you want to divorce me?

Author: Rong Piaoliang

In the evening, when Shang Jiming returned to his room, Xu Zhi was leaning against the bedside reading a book.

The bedroom has a dim warm light, and the brightness is just right.

The light hit her long eyelashes and a shadow spread on her cheeks.

Such a picture is beautiful and warm.

Xu Zhi heard the man pushing the door and entering the room, but he didn't even raise his head, perfectly implementing indifference to the end.

Her anger hasn't subsided this afternoon.

Now that she is asking her to take the initiative to pay attention to him, it is simply not even a thought.

Shang Ji's cold eyes swept across the woman's face on the bed, then turned around and walked into the cloakroom, took his pajamas and went in to take a shower.

By the time he came out again, Xu Zhi had turned off the light and went to bed.

Shang Jiming glanced at the woman lying straight on the bed, his eyes darkened.

Come to the bed and sit down.

When he lifted the quilt and wanted to lie in, Xu Zhi suddenly rolled to the side with the quilt in his arms.

In an instant, the quilt that was originally two meters long was rolled away by her so that there was no scrap left.

Shang Jiming sat down beside the bed with a helpless look on his face.

If there is no quilt, there is no quilt, but after all, both of them are still in the same bed.

Xu Zhi rolled the quilt and deliberately turned around, leaving only a resolute and hard back for the man.

Shang Jiming was lying on the bed, his head resting under his arms, and his eyes were staring at the ceiling above his head.

The room was dim, and except for the moonlight pouring into the room outside the balcony, there was no other light.

He stared at the ceiling and kept looking at it, and the sleepiness naturally emerged.

Shang Jiming subconsciously reached out and took a handful of it.

In the end, it was lost.

When he opened his eyes, Xu Zhi rolled into the corner of the bed with the quilt in his arms.

The two-meter-wide bed is completely empty in the middle and then a person can be stuffed in the middle.

Shang Jiming supported his upper body and reached out to grab it.

He was taken back to his arms with his quilt.

Xu Zhi, who was already asleep and confused, felt as if his body had lightened and was turned around.

In the darkness, she barely opened her eyes and looked in front of her.

It was so dark that I couldn't see anything, so I simply closed my eyes and went to bed without caring about anything.

When Shang Jiming saw her open her eyes, he subconsciously paused for a moment. After she closed her eyes again, she quietly pulled out the quilt pressed under her, got in, and then hugged the person tightly.

Shang Jiming felt very helpless.

He was a big man, when did he be so depressed that one day he would have to sleep with his wife so secretly? If this was spread, no one would believe it.

In the second half of the night, two people on the bed were woken up by the ringtone of their mobile phones.

Xu Zhi listened to the sound, rubbed her eyes sleepyly, and noticed the hand pressing against her waist. She subconsciously pushed the man's chest on her side and muttered, "It's so noisy, cell phone!"

Shang Jiming was also too clamored by the ringtone of the mobile phone.

He let go of his hand and touched the bedside table.

I picked up my phone, but didn't see it, so I hung up and threw it back to the bedside.

However, the person on the other end of the phone showed his perseverance and continued to call after the phone was hung up once.

The originally beautiful night was disturbed by the ringtones of the phone over and over again.

Xu Zhi impatiently reached out and rolled up the quilt on his body and covered it with his ears.

But in such a quiet environment, such intense mobile phone ringtones cannot be blocked.

She suppressed her emotions and shouted, "It's so noisy!"

Shang Jiming reached out to grab his phone without being patient.

In the dark night, the dazzling light made him squint his eyes unadapted. After seeing the name on the screen clearly, the man instantly woke up much more.

He pulled out the hand that was originally pillowed by Xu Zhi on his neck, and got up and answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Ji Ming... Wu Wu-"

In the quiet room, any sound was infinitely amplified, and Xu Zhi didn't deliberately listen to his phone number.

But the crying female voice from the other end of the phone sneaked into her ears.

Xu Zhi, who was originally in a state of irritability, seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water on his body and woke up completely.

She took the quilt and opened her eyes.

Shang Jiming, wearing pajamas, had already walked to the balcony with his cell phone.

Through the glass, she clearly saw Shang Jiming holding his cell phone, leaning his hands against the railing, his face was serious and his brows were frowning.

While the other party was talking, he looked into the room a few times.

Fortunately, the room was dark and it was not clear that people could see Xu Zhi's eyes were filled with a strong sense of disappointment.

In the middle of the night, Song Ning called Shang Jiming and cried.

Is this a normal woman, what should I do to a married man?

Although she didn't know what the specific content was on the other end of the phone, just because Shang Jiming was willing to stand outside the balcony with his cell phone in the middle of the night and listened to Song Ning talk about this for more than ten minutes. Xu Zhi's heart was already cold, and this time it was completely cold.

Shang Jiming kept saying that he was determined not to divorce her, but turned around and accepted Song Ning's weakness.

She even thought that Shang Jiming was unwilling to divorce him, and his purpose was to step on two boats.

On one side is a legitimate wife, and on the other side is a childhood sweetheart mistress.

Enjoy the blessings of all people.

What a dog.

Xu Zhi became more and more angry the more she thought about it. She grabbed the quilt under her and turned her back to the balcony.

Shang Jiming hung up the phone and returned to the room. He first glanced at the person on the bed, then put down his cell phone, turned to the cloakroom next door.

When he came out again, his clothes had already changed into clothes for going out.

Xu Zhi leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes slightly closed and his head drooped, and he could tell that he looked very sleepy.

Shang Jiming went out of the cloakroom and saw her leaning against the bedside at a glance. She paused slightly when she was about to leave, and then turned around and sat down by the bed.

He pressed his big palm against her cheek and rubbed it gently.

The itchyness brought on the fingertips instantly woke Xu Zhi up.

The woman opened her eyes blankly, looked up at him, her eyes fixed on the clothes he had changed.

"Where are you going?"

He stretched out his hand from the quilt in panic and accurately grabbed the hand that landed on his cheek, with the sound of sleepiness that he had not woken up.

Seeing this, Shang Jiming held her hand back with her back.

"I'll go out."

"It's so late, where are you going?"

"What happened to Song Ning, I have to go there."

"What happened so late? You have to go over and deal with it."

The broad and big palm is very warm, with reassuring power, but his words are magical that makes people in the ice cellar.

She knew that there was a deep abyss in front of her, but she still didn't give up before she experienced it personally.

"Be good, keep sleeping, I'll try to go and go back as soon as possible, huh?"

Shang Jiming coaxed her by avoiding the important things.

"Don't fool me, I'll ask you what important thing happened to Song Ning, and you have to go there. Shang Jiming, you know, this is not the first time. Since she came back, it has been in the early morning of the evening several times. I called you away by phone. I don't understand what important thing is, and I'll let you leave here once or twice."

The man looked at her but still didn't say anything.

Xu Zhi looked at him pursing his lips tightly, holding his hand with a lot of force increased unconsciously, took a deep breath, and asked extremely seriously: "Shang Jiming, I will ask you again at the end, do you want to divorce me?"

The man frowned and said firmly, "No."

"Okay, then don't go tonight. From now on, I will not mention divorce anymore. We will resume our previous relationship. I will continue to be my wife."
To be continued...