Became the boss's sweet wife after divorce

When Feng Yue left Shen Shen's house, Shen Mo asked the driver to drive him off.

Along the way, Feng Yue still tightly held the exquisite box that Shen Mo handed over to him.

After all, Feng Yue still put the watch away.

It's just a light watch, but when held in the hand, it seems to be worth a thousand gold.

What matters is not the appearance, but the silent heart.

Feng Yue asked himself that he had never thought about that aspect of Mo Mo, and even before, he only regarded Mo Mo as his elder brother.

But because of an accident, even if Feng Yue didn't admit this feeling, he was actually very clear about it.

The relationship between relatives has already changed in nature.

When getting along with Shen Mo, Feng Yue would often involuntarily think of that accident.

Those pictures always appeared in front of Feng Yue's eyes one after another.

Feng Yue and He Shenming have been married for three years. Although he loves He Shenming deeply, there has never been such a trembling feeling between him and He Shenming.

He Shenming was too cold, so cold that Feng Yue only knew how to respond, not how to indulge.

And the accident with Shen Mo, even though it had the effect of drugs, Feng Yue still remembered that feeling.

That kind of feeling is too fresh and very exciting.

Every time those scenes appeared in front of his eyes, there would always be ripples in Feng Yue's heart.

He gently stroked the exquisite box in his palm, and for a moment his thoughts flew to nowhere.

I don't know how much time has passed, and Feng Yue didn't even notice that the car drove to the door of the house.

The driver couldn't help reminding: "Mr. Feng, you're home."

Feng Yue was suddenly shocked.

He lost his mind just now because he remembered the accident with Shen Mo.

The most important thing is that he still feels a little bit endless aftertaste...

Not only did he not feel repulsion and resistance to that accident, but when he remembered it, his heart was throbbing and beating wildly.

It was a throbbing feeling.

Nothing to do with the so-called emotion, it was a physically irresistible thrill.

"Thank you... thank you."

Feng Yue came back to his senses and got out of the car blushing.

At this point in time, Father Feng hasn't come back yet.

Originally, Shen Mo planned to leave Feng Yue at home for dinner, but Feng Yue was worried that Father Feng would have to cook by himself when he got off work at noon, so he found a reason to come back early.

After returning home, he opened the refrigerator, took out the ingredients stored in the refrigerator, then put on an apron, went to the kitchen, and started lunch.

Feng Yue has always been able to cook, and he used to cook for He Shenming from time to time.

It's just that He Shenming's mouth is very picky. When he first lived with He Shenming, He Shenming didn't like the food that Feng Yue cooked.

Later, Feng Yue bought the recipes and came back to read them. He studied hard and made great progress in his cooking skills. Not to mention how much He Shenming liked the dishes he made, at least he didn't dislike them as much as before.

Of course, if Yi Yun hadn't appeared in their lives later on...

Perhaps Feng Yue wouldn't have so many bad memories about this aspect.

After all, relying on his good cooking skills, Yi Yun kept getting close to He Shenming, and even went to their house to cook for He Shenming in a grandiose manner.

But Feng Yue doesn't need to put too much thought into home cooking.

He made tomato scrambled eggs, boiled shrimp and a corn soup with pork ribs.

It's a simple three-course meal, but the kitchen is full of flavors.

After the meal was ready, Feng Yue returned to the living room, but before he could take off the apron around his waist, there was a knock on the door.

Feng Yue paused for a moment, thinking that his father forgot to bring his keys when he went to school today.

So Feng Yue hurried to the door.

"Dad, did you forget to bring your keys when you went out?" Feng Yue asked with a smile as he opened the door.

It's just that as soon as the door was opened, it wasn't Father Feng who stood at the door.

He Shenming was carrying two boxes of health care products in his hand. Speaking of which, this was the first time he had come to Feng's father's house.

He and Feng Yue have been married for three years, and they haven't visited Feng's father once. Now that they are divorced, they have come.

"Feng Yue, let's talk." When He Shenming spoke, his voice was always so low, but without any emotion.

It's not like Feng Yue hasn't thought about what kind of mentality he will have when he meets He Shenming again after divorcing him.

It may be obscure and uncomfortable, or it may be filled with resentment and unwillingness.

But it's not like it is now.

His gaze almost subconsciously swept over the two boxes of health care products in He Shenming's hand.

Feng Yue suddenly felt ironic.

He Shenming, what does this mean?

In the three years of marriage, he never accompanied him back to visit his father once, but now that he is divorced, he has come.

He Shenming's gaze swept over Feng Yue's attire.

Because of their status, when Feng Yue and He Shenming lived together in the past, even if they dressed more casually, they definitely would not look like this now.

Especially when he touched the gray apron that looked like a dirty rag around his waist, He Shenming frowned tightly.

After being together with He Shenming for three years, Feng Yueli understood the meaning in his eyes.

He is despising himself.

Feng Yue looked down at the apron on his waist, and immediately understood.

In fact, this apron is not dirty, it's just that Feng's father usually lives frugally, so he made an apron himself out of old sheets.

Feng Yue's mother died young, and Feng's father has been a father and a mother for so many years to bring Feng Yue up.

Father Feng can do things that men can do, and father Feng is also very proficient in needlework that women can do.

Almost subconsciously, Feng Yue reached out and closed the door without saying a word.

He Shenming was shut out by him just like that.

Feng Yue's behavior was beyond He Shenming's expectation.

He Shenming stood at the door frowning tightly, his usual indifferent face, but there were a few spots of chagrin.

"Feng Yue, open the door, I have something to tell you."

Feng Yue stood inside the door and said with a smirk, "The marriage is divorced, so everyone is well, okay?"

He Shenming said outside the door: "I never thought about getting a divorce. The reason why I signed the divorce agreement was because I was forced by silence."

Speaking of silence, He Shenming didn't even call "little uncle".

Hearing He Shenming mention silence, Feng Yue frowned slightly.

What does this have to do with silence?

If He Shenming really didn't want to divorce, how could silence force him?

But it was about silence, so Feng Yue opened the door anyway.

"Why did brother Ren Nian force you?" Feng Yue asked.

In He Shenming's impression, Feng Yue has always been very docile and well-behaved.

But Feng Yue in front of him was obviously still the same person, but he was like a hedgehog covered with thorns all over his body.

Obviously timid, yet so proud!