Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

When he got off work in the evening, Zhou Yongan was obviously depressed, with a layer of gloom on his face.

Li Qingwen thought he was worried about work, but later he saw Zhou Yongan sitting in the car, drawing circles on the foggy car window with his hands.

Normally when he gets home, he either tells jokes from the internet or tells about something funny that happened today: "Zhou Yongan, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Yongan sat up straight: "Nothing, just a little tired."

Li Qingwen glanced at him again: "Mrs. Fan has been worried these past two days. She asked me if I felt that she didn't wash the dishes cleanly enough. Don't compete with her for work in the future."

Zhou Yongan looked gloomy: "I know."

In the stuffy carriage, because of the abundant heating and silence, Li Qingwen gradually felt sleepy.

After a while, her head unconsciously fell on Zhou Yongan's shoulder.

Zhou Yongan turned his head and looked at that peaceful face for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand. Just as he was about to touch it, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Zhou Yongan picked up the phone and the head on his shoulders left.

After returning to Jiyue Mansion, Zhou Yongan went back to the third floor alone, sat on the sofa, staring ahead with empty eyes.

He was waiting and also betting that Li Qingwen would come to find him.

As time passed, his heart sank slowly.

Downstairs, Mrs. Fan had prepared dinner. Seeing that Zhou Yongan had not come down yet, Li Qingwen took out his cell phone and sent him a message: It’s time to eat.

When Zhou Yongan saw the news, a smile appeared on his face.

But he continued to lie on the sofa, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Zhou Yongan got up from the sofa contentedly, walked to the entrance and opened the door.

Li Qingwen stood at the door, the cold wind swept across the collar of her down jacket. She cleverly hid her hands in her pockets and didn't feel cold at all: "What are you doing? It's time to eat."

Zhou Yongan smiled slightly and closed the door calmly: "I just received a call."

As a freeloader, I would wait for the owner to come to my house and call me for dinner.

Zhou Yongan felt that their relationship had taken another step forward.

Li Qingwen seemed to have noticed the subtle change in the host-guest relationship, so while sitting there eating, she tried to make up for her behavior: "Mrs. Fan cooked for two people today. I will ask her to cook less in the future."

Zhou Yongan stopped immediately: "No, then what should I eat?"

Li Qingwen thought you could eat takeout.

But after all, it was the mother-in-law who paid the salary, so Li Qingwen couldn't say anything. If he wanted to take advantage of it, let him do it.

While eating, Zhou Yongan was relatively silent compared to before.

Li Qingwen clearly felt that something was wrong with his mood today.

When the chopsticks of both people landed on a piece of cold cucumber at the same time, Zhou Yongan refused to give in to Li Qingwen.

He snatched it away and then gave her another slice.

After Li Qingwen finished her bowl, it was empty, so Zhou Yongan took the initiative to serve her some rice. After serving her the rice, he attentively poured her some water.

He was as gentle as he should be, but today he was just silent.

Li Qingwen: "I have a massage appointment with Xiaoxiao tomorrow night, you can just come back for dinner."

Zhou Yongan felt bad: "Why are you going outside to press? I'll massage you later."

"no need."

"My back is sore today. Can you rub it for me later?" Zhou Yongan thought that since the service was not available, he simply asked for it.

Li Qingwen saw him move his arm, which looked like it was seriously strained, so he simply suggested: "You can go with us, I'll ask the master if we can still make an appointment."

She put down her chopsticks impatiently and immediately took out her cell phone to confirm.

Zhou Yongan sighed softly.

Li Qingwen exclaimed, "There are no vacancies."

Zhou Yongan immediately pretended to be pitiful: "Then let me die in pain."

……

"Hand, yes, use force, poke hard, don't move, right here..." After dinner, Zhou Yongan sat on the sofa, feeling the sourness brought by Li Qingwen's pressing force.

The gap between his shoulder blades was very sore. The longer Li Qingwen pressed on the ground, the more comfortable he felt. It was so sore that Zhou Yongan exclaimed, "I can't leave your hand."

Li Qingwen was getting more and more tired of pinching: "Are you done yet?"

"Are you tired? Then let me take over."

"I won't press it." Li Qingwen went upstairs to take a bath.

The time of tenderness is always short. Zhou Yongan withdrew his gaze from the receding figure with disappointment and lowered his eyes.

The cold winter wind is like a pair of resentful woman's hands, slapping the man's face mercilessly, causing pain without leaving any trace.

Zhou Yongan returned to the third floor alone, wandered around the empty living room, and finally sat down on the sofa.

Five minutes later, everything in front of my eyes suddenly went dark, and there was no light outside the window.

power cut.

Zhou Yongan realized something and immediately opened the door and went downstairs.

Mrs. Fan was coming out and preparing to leave: "Second Young Master, please come in quickly. It seems that there is a power outage in the community."

"Well, let me see my wife." Zhou Yongan closed the door and shone the weak light of his mobile phone into the room.

Li Qingwen was already soaking in the bathtub. She was stunned for a moment when the lights around her went dark, but then she thought that it wouldn't matter if she waited a little longer. The water gets cold quickly in winter, so she thought she should make the most of the time and soak as long as possible.

So now he was still lying in the bathtub, his head resting on the pillow, his eyes closed comfortably.

The footsteps coming up the stairs gradually approached. Li Qingwen opened his eyes and looked towards the door: "Who is it? Who's outside? Is it Mrs. Fan?"

Zhou Yongan: "It's me."

She had already sensed that the footsteps were not from Mrs. Fan, but when she heard that it was Zhou Yongan's voice, her inner panic was finally calmed down.

I hope he's not a thief.

Zhou Yongan didn't know what she was doing in there in the dark, so he stood at the bathroom door, shining the flashlight into the distance.

Then I saw the white and attractive body.

Li Qingwen narrowed his eyes and covered his body with his hands: "What are you doing? Get out!"

Zhou Yongan put away the light from his phone, and the bathroom fell into darkness again. "You didn't panic even when the power went out. You're really brave. You're really brave to go to the grave in the middle of the night, Li Qingwen."

No one knew what Li Qingwen's expression was in the darkness. She didn't say anything, as if she couldn't find any words to refute, because she was indeed very brave.

After getting used to the darkness, Li Qingwen could still see Zhou Yongan leaning against the door. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's: "You go out first. I'll put on my clothes."

Zhou Yongan kindly asked: "Can you see? Do you know where the clothes are?"

Li Qingwen: "I can see...clothes. The clothes are on the bed. Can you help bring them in and put them on the washstand?"

Zhou Yongan turned around and walked a few steps, picked up a plush dress from the bed, and returned to the bathroom.

Just then, the room lit up.

Zhou Yongan's gaze fell on the bathtub. The woman's snow-white body was still soaked in the water, with her slender hands clasped across her chest.

Li Qingwen raised his eyes to Zhou Yongan, his face was as red as a monkey's butt, he was full of hatred and shame: "You are still looking, what are you looking at!"