"I can go back by myself, don't pick me up again in the future." After Qingyi got off work, he had already arrived outside their company and waited for her.

"I'm waiting for my dear wife to come home. Is there anything wrong?" he said jokingly, and got off the car himself and opened the door for her.

She felt cold in her heart, dear wife, his wife had probably just had a crush on him. She was just an actor who cooperated with him in acting. She was about to leave as soon as time came. Sitting in the carriage, smelling the rich perfume smell from him. She frowned, knowing that he had been intimate with Ouyang Fen, and was a little disgusted. Although she was sitting beside him obediently, her eyes were cast out the window.

"Why don't you tell me what you can't drink ice?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at her. Her long hair covered half of her face, and she couldn't tell her expression.

"It's nothing. Didn't Mr. Zheng ask me to cooperate with the acting? Since I want to play a loving couple well, I should be loving and can't see the flaws." She still didn't look back, looking at the moving scenery outside the car window.

"So, if my mother wants to see us have sex, are you going to cooperate with me too?" He was angry by her coldness and said with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't think my mother-in-law is so perverted to watch her son have sex with a woman." She lightly held the strap on her hand tightly.

"What if my mother really wants to do this?" For some reason, he became inexplicably happy when he was quarreling with her. All the depression he had just come out of Ouyang Fen disappeared.

"Then I will tell her clearly." She still didn't look back. The phone in her bag kept ringing. She pulled open the bag and opened the phone. "Mom, when are you going to come back?...Is that right?...I'm very happy."

He held the steering wheel in his hand and secretly peeked at her expression when answering the phone from time to time. She rarely smiled like that, and she smiled happily and comfortably. Even her usual melancholy eyebrows were stretched out.

"Fuck you?" he asked, still driving steadily.

"Well, my mother is finally going to come back and divorce her father. She is going to settle in the United States with Uncle Cheng." She didn't know why she was willing to tell him such a secret matter. For more than ten years, no one except Shuqi knew that her father had not divorced her mother and had been living in the vixen.

"Do you have a father?" He was stunned. It turned out that he had always thought that Qingyi's father was dead. Unexpectedly, he just left home.

"My father has a mistress, and his mistress gave birth to a son for him. He has always been dissatisfied with my mom, so he made an excuse that I was a girl. When I was ten years old, I bought a luxurious villa for my mistress and moved it over."

He listened to her talk, as if it was not her sad . Just occasionally he would find the crystal tears in the corners of her eyes, knowing why she became so melancholy and why she was so dependent on her mother.

He freed up a hand and patted her thin shoulders gently as comfortingly. "If you have any problems in the future, I will lend you my shoulders to you, so don't bear it alone."
Chapter completed!