Dating After Divorce

For Luo Zhenting, Luo Zhen can be said to be utterly disappointed.

As early as the moment she was forced to have a blind date with Cheng An at the age of nineteen, there was no father-daughter relationship between her and this man.

It's not that she didn't know that during the eight years she became the president of Luo's, Luo Zhenting still wanted to deceive and suppress her as a father, and even made small moves in secret from time to time to try to regain control of the company. .

It's a pity that he ignored the most important point—

Although Luo Zhen was born by Su Zhi, her heart was obviously much colder than Su Zhi's.

What she said to Luo Fanxing tonight was the last warning she gave.

"I will handle the company's affairs. I don't need him to worry about it. If he dares to intervene, I have a way to make him stay in the Luo family peacefully, and he will not be able to go out in this life."

The two have known each other for so long, and Luo Fanxing has never seen Luo Zhen say such a heavy word.

Before she could calm down, there was a "bang" in her ear.

In the next second, she was alone in the corridor.

When the screen of the mobile phone lit up again, she glanced down, and sure enough, it was Luo Zhenting.

Even after taking a shower, Luo Zhen's face was still ugly.

Luo Fanxing thought she was worried about Luo Zhenting's phone bombing, but in fact only she knew that all her anxiety and panic were caused by Ning Rou alone.

The headlights in the bedroom have long been turned off, and only a small bedside lamp is left to illuminate.

Leaning on the head of the bed, she stretched out her hand to untie the bathrobe, and through the warm yellow light, she could clearly see the pink marks on her lower abdomen and waist.

Very shallow spots, like tattoos and petals, fall on the fair and smooth skin without being obtrusive, and add a bit of **** and hot beauty.

Luo Zhen watched quietly for a while, and seemed to remember some unspeakable memories. His eyes dimmed slightly, gradually becoming blurred, and his fingertips moved down his collarbone involuntarily, and touched his waist lightly.

Not the first time I have had allergies.

Every summer, there are always a few days when the temperature is unbearable. At that time, once she fell ill, Ning Rou would always apply medicine to her gently.

Five years later, she still remembers that feeling, the feeling of Ning Rou's warm and soft fingertips stroking her back and waist.

Not flirting, but flirting.

Every time the above medicine is started, the smell will change unconsciously during the process.

Things that could have ended in a few minutes would end up dragging on for hours. If she didn't bully Ning Rou to the point of crying and begging for mercy, she wouldn't stop easily.

When you are in love, a sickness can bring boundless fun to the bed.

When not in love, this disease becomes the best tool to attack each other.

Yuanxiang is hot in summer and cold in winter. For someone like Luo Zhen, who is sensitive to temperature, staying here is tantamount to a long ordeal.

The moment her fingertips touched the pink marks, a strong burning pain came from her waist. In just half a second, she woke up from that ambiguous memory.

Thinking that Ning Rou came here to avoid herself, the bitterness in her heart could no longer be buried, and it was transmitted to her limbs along the lines of her heart, and even her fingertips could not restrain the trembling.

She couldn't figure out why Ning Rou left her.

Could it be that she was the only one who tasted happiness in those three years of marriage?

Luo Zhen's eyes were slightly red, and he didn't dare to guess any more.

The clock on the wall pointed to four o'clock, and she was destined to fall asleep.

In the summer in the south, it is only bright at six o'clock.

Luo Fanxing got up early today and changed clothes at seven o'clock.

She wanted to follow Luo Zhen to see Ning Rou, but when she knocked on the door, she was told by the cleaning aunt that Luo Zhen had already left at half past five.

It's been so early, the morning tea shop where Ning Rou works hasn't opened yet, right?

Luo Fanxing scratched his head, a little puzzled on his face.

Naturally, she wouldn't know that Luo Zhen went to not Xiangchaxuan at all, but the famous 'slum' in Yuan Township - the dilapidated block hidden at the end of Pingyang Road.

Perhaps it was because Luo Zhen appeared that she was confused, and Ning Rou didn't sleep well at night. When she woke up in the morning, she was still in a trance.

Thinking of the other party leaving today, she felt a little uncomfortable—

Ning Baobao is not only her daughter, but also Luo Zhen's daughter.

And Luo Zhen has never seen her until now.

The more I thought about it, the more guilty I became, and I didn't even notice that the water in the kettle was boiling.

If Ning Baobao, who was on the side, reminded her, she would have been able to stand like this all morning.

"Mom~ the baby is going to be late~"

The soft and glutinous young voice sounds like a well-behaved and quiet child.

Ning Rou's hands trembled when she heard the sound, and she finally came to her senses, so she hurriedly prepared medicine for her daughter.

Ning Baobao will soon turn four years old. Because of his poor health since childhood, he looks smaller than children of the same age.

In terms of facial features alone, she is obviously more like Ning Rou.

Whether it's eyebrows, eyes or nose and lips, they are exactly the same as Ning Rou's. At first glance, she is simply a reduced version of Ning Rou.

Only the color of the hair looks like Luo Zhen.

The Luo family's hair is naturally slightly yellowish, from Luo Zhenting to Luo Zhen to Luo Baiyue, without exception.

Luo Zhen didn't like this color, and dyed her hair black when she was an adult, and no one has seen her yellow hair since then.

Even Ning Rou found out about it by flipping through photos by chance.

The black medicinal powder was soaked by the hot water and then washed away by the warm water. In a few seconds, the small room was filled with the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Just smelling it makes one frown.

Ning Rou's actions have always been slow and blunt. Today, I woke up a little late, so I didn't have enough time.

Seeing that the school bus was coming, Ning Baobao was worried that he would not be able to make it in time, so he took the initiative to take out a small cup of water from his schoolbag and tiptoed it to his mother.

"Mom~ Baby, will you go to the kindergarten to drink medicine today?"

Ning Rou looked up and glanced at the time. The school bus was only five minutes away from Pingyang Road. After thinking about it, she nodded.

No one knows better than Ning Baobao how well-behaved.

Not to mention just drinking medicine or going to the hospital for an injection, she wouldn't yell like other children.

The poverty of the family seems to have made this child more sensitive and sensible than his peers since he was a child.

She packed the medicine, took out a few candies from the cabinet and stuffed them into her schoolbag, and then took her own bag and carried her daughter out the door.

It was seven fifty-eight, two minutes before the school bus arrived.

By the time we arrived at the alley, it was already 8:02.

Pingyang Road was the first stop of the school bus. At this time, there was no one on the bus.

Although he was two minutes late, the driver didn't say anything. Instead, he waved to Ning Baobao with a smile through the window.

"Baby hasn't gone to school for several days!"

The middle-aged uncle in his fifties is almost old enough to be Ning Baobao's grandfather. He likes it very much when he sees such a cute and well-behaved child.

Ning Rou curled her lips upon hearing the sound, and a smile appeared on her face.

"It has been burning for a few days, and it only subsided yesterday morning."

When the two were chatting, Ning Baobao had already got into the car by himself.

Because she was too small, she couldn't even touch the door next to the front seat, but she still took out a candy from her schoolbag, knocked on the door panel, and delivered the candy to it.

"Grandpa eats candy~"

The pink candy wrappers shone slightly in the sun, and the uncle of the driver smiled even happier.

"Hey, what a good boy."

Ning Rou saw this scene in her eyes, and her eyes became much gentler unconsciously.

I can't imagine if Ning Baobao hadn't left the sea market back then, would Ning Baobao live the same life as she did when she was young—

A life in a cage that is not treated as an adult and takes injections and medicines every day.

What did baby Ning do wrong?

Baby Ning did nothing wrong.

Just like her back then, she had obviously done nothing, but she had been deprived of her freedom from birth.

The school bus leaves soon.

Ning Rou stood there for a while, until she could no longer see the figure of the car, then turned around and left.

Counting the time, it's time to go to work.

It was still the same alley from last night, but at this time, she was the only one walking—

After riding the car for so long last night, Luo Zhen must have suffered from allergies again. I don't know if I brought any medicine.

He had already decided to let it go, but his mind was still uncontrollably showing that ice-cold face.

He didn't even realize his consciousness, and his eyebrows were knitted tightly because of worry.

The dark and old bicycle was parked in the corner, and it was windy at night. After the night passed, the body was covered with a lot of dust.

Ning Rou lowered her head, took out the toilet paper from her bag, and began to concentrate on wiping the seat and front of the car, forcing herself not to think about the woman who had nothing to do with her in the future.

Due to being too tired and suffering from malnutrition for a long time after childbirth, her only right ear has suffered severe hearing loss in the past two years, and there are often various murmurs that accompany the pain.

Just now, she had just wiped off the fly ash from the car seat, and her ears started to hurt for no reason.

Fortunately, this time the pain came and went quickly.

She didn't care, and she didn't notice that in the brief pain of losing her hearing, someone sneaked into the alley.

The sun is shining, but the alley is dark.

Ning Rou pushed the car and walked out slowly, her mind still wandering.

It wasn't until someone reached out to hold the handlebars that she saw the woman standing in front of her—

The woman who made her unable to calm down from last night until now.

Luo Zhen's eyes were red, his cheeks were pale, and he couldn't see a trace of blood. Looking carefully, he could even find that his lips were shaking slightly.

Ning Rou froze in place, stunned for a long time before she remembered to respond.

"Why are you here? Didn't you mean, didn't you mean to go back to Haishi today?"

Come to think of it, she hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem.

Luo Zhen blinked, his throat was sore, and after a long time, he loosened his lips, and asked a question in self-deprecation.

"You just want me to go?"

The voice was too low for Ning Rou to hear. Fortunately, it was daytime, so you could see the mouth shape.

She vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and subconsciously took a step back.

When answering, I still couldn’t bear to say my true thoughts—

She really wanted Luo Zhen to go back sooner, for whatever reason.

"It's too hot here for you to stay."

It was still Luo Zhen's favorite soft voice, but this time, it only made her feel cold.

Looking at Ning Rou's pure and delicate face, she couldn't help shaking her head, and took a step forward with red eyes.

"No, you are not worried about my body, you are afraid that I will see that child."

"She's the real reason for your divorce, isn't she?"

child?

Ning Rou's heart was startled, her expression instantly became flustered, her five fingers lost strength, and the bicycle fell at the feet of the two of them.

And she was completely forced into a corner.

She still wanted to explain, but Luo Zhen's lips moved again.

At this moment, her right ear was clearly silent, but through those lips, she heard a woman's voice full of pain and disappointment—

"Who is that man?"