Became the boss's sweet wife after divorce

It was already noon when Feng Yue returned home.

After he pressed the code of the door lock, the door opened, and he stepped in.

However, as soon as he walked in, he saw a pair of shoes that did not belong to him and He Shenming at the entrance.

A pair of red ajs.

Feng Yue frowned slightly. The size of this pair of shoes looked similar to his, not He Shenming's.

Just as he was staring at the shoes in a daze, a familiar voice came from his ear.

"Mr. He, are you back?"

As soon as Feng Yue looked up, he saw Yi Yun wearing his slippers and the apron he usually wears when he was cooking. He was holding a bowl of soup in his hand, with a warm smile on his face.

Suddenly, Feng Yue felt his scalp go numb, and his whole body was extremely stiff.

Feng Yue didn't allow himself to lose his demeanor in front of Yi Yun.

He stood up slowly, opened the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of spare slippers, and calmly changed the shoes again.

"It's Mr. Feng."

Yi Yun said something lightly, the smile on his face was still there, but a pair of bright eyes showed mockery.

Feng Yue raised his head, his eyes calmly swept across Yi Yun's face.

"Break into a private house, do you know what kind of responsibility you need to bear?"

He walked in while talking.

There are already several dishes on the table, and the aroma is tangy.

From the looks of it, Yi Yun didn't come in just for a while.

Yi Yun smiled and carried the soup in his hand to the dining table, then put the soup bowl down and said, "Mr. He told me the door lock code, and I promised Mr. He that I will cook for him at noon. But there is a problem with the gas stove in my house, and it can't make a fire, so I can only come here to cook."

Yi Yun spoke lightly and didn't care about Feng Yue's attitude at all.

Of course, he didn't let go of Feng Yue's hanging arms and his hands clenched into fists.

It was He Shenming who told him the password at home.

Feng Yue should have thought of it earlier.

Feng Yue's heart throbbed with pain, his lips were tightly pursed, and there were bursts of soreness and pain in his heart.

He Shenming, why did you do this?

What did he think of himself as?

It was actually possible for Yi Yun to enter and leave their home as if no one was watching.

At the same time, Feng Yue suddenly realized something.

Usually, when he came back, Jingjing would appear at the door immediately, rubbing his ankle and letting him hug her.

But today, Jingjing didn't come back, Feng Yue panicked.

"Where's Jingjing?" Feng Yue asked coldly.

Yi Yun was puzzled: "What?"

Feng Yue: "My cat."

Yi Yun said casually, "I don't know."

Feng Yue's face turned pale. It was a birthday present from He Shenming three years ago.

Of course, Jingjing meant more to him than that.

He and He Shenming have no children, and Jingjing is no different from a child to him.

"I'll ask you again, where did you take my cat!" Feng Yue's face was sullen, and his voice became a little colder.

Touching Feng Yue's gloomy face, Yi Yun frowned slightly: "I don't know, maybe your cat slipped out of the window to play."

Feng Yue gritted her teeth tightly: "When I went out, the doors and windows were closed!"

As he spoke, he raised his feet and walked forward, looking for Jingjing.

The moment he brushed against Yi Yun, he saw a long scratch on the back of Yi Yun's hand, which looked like an injury not long ago.

Jingjing scratched him.

Suddenly Feng Yue's heart skipped a beat. He turned around abruptly, stretched out his hand and grabbed Yi Yun's neck, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes were filled with anger and hatred: "Did you lose my cat?"