Re-employment of divorced and abandoned women

Jiang Qingyan returned home.

A place filled with love, even a humble room, becomes a home.

The house Tong Fangyi rented was Jiang Qingyan's home.

It's cold at home today.

It doesn't feel cold outside in winter, but when you walk into the house, you feel the coolness.

A room of darkness.

Jiang Qingyan couldn't adapt for a while.

The past was full of hustle and bustle, Fang Yi was the kind of person who turned on the stereo as the background;

Every night, I can't feel that it is night, every night is brightly lit, and Fang Yi is the kind of person who wants to turn on all the lights.

Fang Yi was never afraid of wasting electricity. She said that she was afraid of the dark since she was a child, and the cold house was empty. Except for the cleaning maid and the security guard at the door, no one responded.

Jiang Qingyan listened to Qi Qiran, so she also acquiesced in this wasteful expenditure.

Not only do people need to turn on the lights and turn on the night lights when they sleep, but even if they leave for a short walk in their hut, they will always keep the lights on purposely, for fear that the room will be dark when they open the door.

Jiang Qingyan was stunned for a while before she recovered, oh, it's not that the world has changed.

It's just that Fang Yi is not at home.

Jiang Qingyan laughed, she threw her backpack on the sofa and sank into it herself, so tired.

Jiang Qingyan buried her face in her lap, really tired.

She was obviously her dearest mother, but she told her that she had been away with that person for three years when she was getting married.

who's that person?She claimed to be Fang Yiting, a divorced woman who got divorced and returned to her natal family's old house to settle——

She believes her ghost!

This is not a divorced woman, she is clearly the young lady of a rich family.With the courage to open up the three houses alone, she said that she wants to live comfortably, but it is impossible to sell the [-]-square-meter flat.

A well-off family can't let her spend so much.

Let's talk about the standards and rules that all meals are compared, and the car that brought her back - Aston Martin.

Heh, Jiang Qingyan sneered, Jiang Dongping didn't realize it at all, but she, Jiang Qingyan, was not a fool.

That woman, the woman who claimed to be her mother's lover, was certainly not as simple as she appeared on the surface.

Jiang Qingyan curled her lips, she really didn't want to care about her, so let her be cheated, tricked, and played with by others, what's the matter with her?

But calm down, and can't bear it.

After all, she was her mother, her only mother.

The mother who held her in one arm and the bottle in the other from her infancy.

Those artists' hands also used to wash and cook for ten years.

After all, blood is thicker than water, so it cannot be left alone.

Jiang Dongping's call came after him.

Opening the mouth is an apology: "I know it's sudden." She said, "But you can't fake the feeling of liking someone. I hope you can understand me."

Oh, she underestimated her, she couldn't understand her, she hated her for not understanding her.

Jiang Qingyan laughed angrily: "I understand you, that's only possible if you are reliable."

"Where am I unreliable?"

The dead duck has a stubborn mouth, completely unaware of his immaturity.

"You know her name, do you know her past? Do you know why she got divorced? Have you met her family?

Do you know if she has any children?And what about relationships with family, ex-husbands, children?You...you don't know anything! "

"You don't know anything, but you still plunge into it and get married? It's not that you are not allowed to get married, but mother, you are 38 years old..."

Jiang Qingyan's tone was a little heavy: "Mother, I'm already busy enough, please don't make me worry about you anymore."

Jiang Dongping's speech was stagnant, but he still insisted: "Dong Yong doesn't know who the Seventh Fairy is, and he still falls in love with her. Love is something that can be analyzed rationally, and it is not love."

A typical artist's thinking logic.Everything that cannot be explained is blamed on God.

Anyway, there is God, and God is Almighty God, an eternal and absolute existence.This false world of ours is but a reflection of God.

Everything is God's will.

Jiang Qingyan was no longer angry, and she smiled: "That's because he was lucky, and he met the Seven Fairies. We are a world of mortals here, there are no fairies, only beautiful girls transformed from demons and goblins. Besides, what will happen to Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies? The Milky Way is one hundred and eight thousand miles away."

Jiang Qingyan didn't know why she was so angry.She wasn't the stuffy type who didn't want to share her mother.

As soon as the hurtful words were spoken, I felt a little annoyed.

For one thing, she does not reject same-sex marriage.In fact, isn't she the same as Fang Yi?

Secondly, Jiang Dongping doesn't have much money, how can he be deceived?

cheat money?It seems impossible.That woman is definitely not someone who lacks substance.

And cheating?In modern society, if you love me, how can you be cheated?

For a moment, Jiang Qingyan didn't know why she objected so much.

Obviously can't explain why, everything is just speculation.The other party may not really be a bad person, but Jiang Qingyan just doesn't like it, and rejects that generous and kind Auntie Fang...?

Jiang Dongping sighed: "I should have told you in advance that it was my fault for not being fully prepared."

Jiang Qingyan took a deep breath, and she adjusted her mentality: "I'm probably not ready yet."

"Then let's discuss it in detail next time?" Jiang Dongping hung up the phone.

Jiang Qingyan threw the phone far away, she felt that she had failed very much, could it be that the rebellious period lagged behind, and the Oedipus plot started to erupt today?

"Jiang Qingyan, oh Jiang Qingyan, I read about dogs."

——The phone rang again in the night——

After a long while, Jiang Qingyan realized that it was her mobile phone. She found the mobile phone from the corner of the sofa, and it had Fang Yi's name on it.

Jiang Qingyan's unbearable mood improved slightly, she connected the phone: "Hello..."

Only she, the thought of her, the hearing of her voice brought back the splendor to the black and white world.

For a moment, Jiang Qingyan felt that she shouldn't be so harsh on her mother.Who doesn't yearn for love?

Jiang Dongping told her: It doesn't matter whether she is fate or calamity, happiness comes first.

Jiang Qingyan compared her heart with her heart, and suddenly felt that she should also be more open-minded.

The mother is also an adult.She can take responsibility for her own life.

Fang Yi's voice came from the other end of the phone. For some reason, today, her voice had a hint of coldness. I wonder if it was an illusion caused by her unbearable mood?

"Why haven't you come back yet?" Jiang Qingyan stretched her limbs and couldn't help acting like a baby to the other party.

The closer you are, the more presumptuous you are.

"En." Fang Yi paused for a long time, so long that Jiang Qingyan almost felt that the signal was cut off.

"I have something to do at home, uh... today... I won't come back... You are at home alone, you have to eat and sleep obediently."

"Oh." Jiang Qingyan's voice sounded displeased with the boss, but she didn't say anything else.

"Accompany your mother when you have time. Don't be like me. If you don't go home for three years, everything will be turned upside down once you go home..."

Fang Yi's other end remained silent.She is always like this, when she hears what she doesn't like to hear, and doesn't argue with you, she just keeps quiet.

Jiang Qingyan smiled wryly: "You also eat obediently and go to bed early. Don't stay up late... blah!"

Jiang Qingyan blew an air kiss to the other party.

Fang Yi paused for a moment, probably because the radio transmission was delayed, and it took two seconds for the kiss back to come.

Jiang Qingyan was finally satisfied.

Fang Yi hung up the phone, she was standing downstairs, from this angle, she could see the kitchen of the room they rented.

Half an hour after the phone hung up, the kitchen lights came on.

Fang Yi thought, she was not here, she probably ate something simple, maybe a bowl of noodles, maybe a sandwich.

She is always like this, leave the good ones to her, and when it is her turn to be alone, she can make do with it.

Fang Yi squeezed a square box in his pants pocket.

In her eyes, there is no warmth.

The phone rang again.

Fang Yi turned around and went out, the sapphire blue convertible sports car parked casually on the side of the road, not afraid of being posted illegally.Occasionally there are passers-by watching, waiting to see who is so arrogant.

Fang Yi jumped in, she started the car, and drove away roaringly.

If the heart is not together, the home is also far away.

-

Fang Yi really didn't return all night.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Jiang Qingyan couldn't sleep, and wanted to connect with Fang Yi via video.She and Fang Yi have not been separated for such a long time since they were together.

Fang Yi is always the one who is obsessed with crookedness, no matter how arrogant or cold she is outside, at home, she will always be the one who clings to her.

"I want to make parts for our Xiaoyan's legs, the ones who went to college." These are the words that Fang Yi often talks about when joking.

Jiang Qingyan thought, when did she become so attached to her?

Did it start with a confession?Or start with cohabitation?Or in the dawn of every night, subconsciously, habits become natural.

Fang Yi did not accept the video invitation.

Jiang Qingyan did not give up and called again.

3 minutes is so long and so short.She still didn't accept it.

She is probably busy, right?

Jiang Qingyan gave up, she put on a piece of Fang Yi's mask, and her mask also smelled like her.

Jiang Qingyan always felt that the bed was empty, she thought about it, and then took out Fang Yi's pajamas from the closet, and placed them in her place.

Intimately rubbing into the tip of the nose on the face, her smell is everywhere.

A person's underwear, stained with her breath, chatting for comfort.

If you will do this, you can't sum it up in one word with stupidity, or you still love the other party badly.

It's just the emotional world, the one you love more is the loser.

Jiang Qingyan thought: I really love her so much.What does it matter if you lose?In the emotional world, where is there winning or losing?She leaned on Fang Yi's scent, abandoned her chaotic thoughts, and entered the dreamland.

On the other side, the Fang family's big villa.

Fang Yi sat quietly in her room in the magnificent, cold and alienated huge birdcage.

The maid knocked on the door and asked, "Miss, Madam, would you like to eat bird's nest?"

Fang Yi said lightly in the night: "No."

No, she doesn't want anything.

As long as Fang Yiting likes, as long as she cares about, she doesn't want anything.

Together with this body, in Fang Yiting's words, it was an ugly child and a strange soul that was finally born after [-] or [-] hours of being pregnant in October and giving birth.

Do not want any……

Whatever they value.

She will be destroyed.

This is the meaning of her existence, this is her long-standing purpose, and this is the only meaningful mission in her shallow life.

A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Yi's mouth.

Cruel, bloody, helpless, sharp-edged, bitter, a little bit, faint, vague, smiling.