Pregnant wife ran away with ball, CEO chased her to the crematorium

"It's not what you think. This tissue is indeed wet, but it's sweat. If you don't believe me, just touch it!"

Yun Ruojin took a step closer and handed them the soaked tissue.

Shen Tingxiu lowered his head helplessly, holding his sore forehead, shaking his head repeatedly.

"Don't come here." Shen Wenyao pulled Han Xihua behind him.

The couple looked like they were seeing a scourge. Shen Wenyao raised his hand righteously and said, "You don't need to tell us about your private affairs. You can settle them yourself slowly, and we'll go out first."

"No, we really don't have any." Yun Ruojin stepped forward, anxious, "You will know when you touch it. This is water, not sticky at all. If you really don't believe it, go and see how Shen Ting repairs his pants. Well dressed."

Shen Tingxiu: "..."

He wanted to find a mouse hole to crawl into first, but if he couldn't find a hole, he could just dig one on the spot.

But, where is the shovel?

When they heard the word sticky, the couple ran faster, as if they were fleeing.

Seeing Yun Ruojin chasing after him and wanting to explain, Shen Tingxiu said, "Xiao Jin."

Yun Ruojin stopped and turned around, "What are you doing?"

"Stop chasing me. Let them think whatever they want."

Yun Ruojin frowned, "But they misunderstood. It's not like this at all. Why don't you explain?"

"It's okay if you don't explain. Didn't you find that you are getting darker and darker?"

Things like water, viscosity, and pants all came out of her mouth, and they were all nonsense.

Even words that were normal are no longer normal.

"I..." Yun Ruojin's face stiffened as she thought of what she had just said and the expressions of the couple.

She became more and more anxious and confused.

Yun Ruojin threw the tissue she was holding to wipe Shen Tingxiu's sweat into his arms, rubbed her palms vigorously on her skirt, and glared at Shen Tingxiu angrily, blaming him for everything.

Seeing the woman's temper, Shen Tingxiu suddenly smiled.

It's not that I'm laughing at it, nor that I find it funny, but I feel a little relieved.

Even when they were still husband and wife, when their relationship was at its most harmonious, Yun Ruojin would rarely get into a temper with him like this.

They look more like a couple now.

It's just that she is no longer his wife, but he doesn't mind her having a little temper with him at all.

Shen Tingxiu picked up the paper ball in his arms and said, "Do you want to keep this thing and let your parents touch it? Is it refreshing or sticky?"

There was a smirk on his lips, handsome and evil.

Yun Ruojin's heart trembled, and her heart was pounding. "That's enough for you. I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm going to greet your parents."

"What do you mean by greeting my parents?" Shen Tingxiu said unhappily: "Those are your parents too." "

"We are divorced." Yun Ruojin said calmly, a touch of sadness suddenly surged through her heart, "They are just your parents, not mine. My parents are dead."

Yun Ruojin turned and left the room.

The smile on Shen Tingxiu's face faded and his brows furrowed.

Is she sad again?

Yun Ruojin arrived at the living room and saw Shen Wenyao talking to Han Xihua.

Han Xihua was sitting on the sofa sipping tea, nonchalantly and ignoring him.

Shen Wenyao has been trying to please one-sidedly. It can be seen from his movements and expressions that he expresses each word vividly.

That is "licking the dog".

Shen Wenyao raised his hand and gently touched Han Xihua's shoulder.

With a snap, Han Xihua opened his hand, frowned and said, "Don't touch me."