Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

At ten o'clock in the evening, Li Qingwen opened the door of his house.

As usual, he closed his eyes and touched the switch on the wall. As the light came on, the figure of a man on the sofa scared Li Qingwen.

Zhou Yongan sat on the sofa in the dark, staring at the door sharply, his eyes deep and contemptuous.

Obviously, only an electronic watch could clearly record the soaring heart rate at this moment, but Li Qingwen remained calm as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Yongan was puffing on a cigarette. He took the last puff and then ruthlessly doused the cigarette butt into the water glass on the table.

"You remembered to come back. Did you have a great time while I was away?"

Li Qingwen: "Why are you still here?"

The two people each said their own thing.

Zhou Yongan's face darkened. Old Qian, the big mouth, told his mother without delay about his staying overnight at Jiyue Mansion yesterday.

My mother immediately sent a nutritionist, Mrs. Fan, to Jiyue Mansion to cook for them.

He came out of the bank lobby in the evening and didn't tell Lao Qian where he was going, so Lao Qian took the initiative to send him here.

Li Qingwen: "Have you not had dinner yet?"

Zhou Yongan had sharp hearing and corrected her words: "It was a midnight snack. How come your voice is hoarse? Now you want to go for an unrestrained approach?"

Li Qingwen lowered her eyelids, and the slight dizziness she felt instantly disappeared because of his words. She explained calmly, "Sing with Xiaoxiao."

Because of his incorrect pronunciation, Li Qingwen’s voice would usually become hoarse after singing three songs, and he would have to work very hard to continue.

Zhou Yongan was very clear about this. When he was eighteen or nineteen years old, he took Li Qingwen to a KTV once and knew that her voice was not good enough.

Li Qingwen carried the dishes to the kitchen, turned on the induction cooker and started heating them up.

Zhou Yongan stood up and walked to the table, his dark eyes looking at the woman in the kitchen from afar, a person who kept saying she wanted a divorce but was still trying to please him.

Li Qingwen's idea was very simple. The divorce had not yet reached the final step. If he dismissed Zhou Yongan at this time, it would only bring bad luck to himself.

Even when he was hungry, Zhou Yongan still ate properly, and his every move showed the elegance of a wealthy man.

In fact, when he first got married, Zhou Yongan was not as promiscuous as he is now.

Although their marriage was a transaction, Zhou Yongan said from the beginning that he loved her.

Pick her up from get off work, buy her flowers, stay up late with her, be scolded by her sick father together, wipe her tears roughly when she cries, hug her suddenly, answer her phone whenever she calls...

At that time, Zhou Yongan had just entered society and went to work as a clerk in the Monetary Authority of China. Everyone in the Zhou family understood what he was planning.

Huayu Bank has always been supervised by the Monetary Authority of Singapore, and is usually constrained in its business operations. If Huayu could have its own person in charge of the Monetary Authority of Singapore, the significance to it would be self-evident.

Because he had just entered the workplace, Zhou Yongan had a lot to learn every day and was busy until very late every day. When he returned home, he always pretended to be energetic, teased Li Qingwen, chatted with Li Qingwen, and tried to give Li Qingwen the feeling of a perfect husband.

Li Qingwen fell into Zhou Yongan's sweet words without a doubt. It took half a year for him to go from being cold and distant to being warm and caring.

After dinner, Zhou Yongan seemed to remember something and held out his hand: "Give me your phone."

Li Qingwen: …

Personal belongings.

The man who didn't like to say it a second time looked at the woman's indifferent expression and sneered, "Didn't you change your number? Why didn't you tell me?"

Doesn't he know?

Then why did the police station call her cell phone?

Li Qingwen: "I posted it on WeChat Moments."

Zhou Yongan: "I am very busy and don't have time to appreciate your circle of friends."

There is nothing wrong with what he says and he is busy running around the world.

It was late at night, and Li Qingwen went upstairs to take a shower in despair.

She is slender and has bright and fair skin. After taking a shower, she sits in front of the makeup mirror and applies skin care lotion. The soft face in the mirror is full of collagen.

She doesn't look like she's almost 30 at all.

The jade bracelet and brooch given by her mother-in-law were already placed on the table. Thinking of the necklace on Zhou Yongan's neck, Li Qingwen turned around and saw him leaning against the door.

I don't know how long he stood there, his home clothes hanging limply on his body, making this sloppy man look a little less ostentatious.

Zhou Yongan's face was serious: "The divorce is kept secret for the time being."

Li Qingwen walked towards him. Keeping it a secret meant he had to act again: "If mom talks about inducing labor again..."

The mother-in-law has hinted several times that seeing that she can't keep Zhou Yongan, she hopes she can give birth to a child so that she won't be alone.

Zhou Yongan raised his eyelids: "Then agree. You are not incapable of lying."

Li Qingwen's face suddenly turned red and her eyebrows were slightly frowned.

During the time when she was with Zhou Yongan, she was very kind to him and was often teased by him in bed.

"I'm talking to you about something serious. Why are you blushing all of a sudden?" Looking at her rosy face, Zhou Yongan felt annoyed.

It's normal that he doesn't remember something that happened so long ago. Maybe he had flirted with those women in bed.

The heat on his face instantly turned into coldness. Li Qingwen raised his head and looked at the solemn face: "Anything else?"

Zhou Yongan's eyes fell on her thin nightgown, and the woman's graceful figure could be imagined under the light and shadow.

"Even if I'm divorced, I'm still a normal man. Don't I know how to wear a bra?"

“……”Li Qingwen stretched out his left hand to cover his chest.

She got used to not wearing it at home because she didn't like it.

Zhou Yongan returned to his room, sat on the bed and browsed the evening news on the financial channel, and lay down on the bed half an hour later.

Li Qingwen's expression just now flashed before her eyes. What was there to be ashamed of when asking her to lie and agree to have a baby?

Do you really want to have a baby with him?

Or lie...

Finally thinking of something, the man snorted.

They used to be inseparable and made love to each other. Because he liked to see her blushing, every time he was about to make love, he would deliberately crawl beside her ear and ask her over and over again if she wanted it.

Li Qingwen was stubborn and always said no.

It's no exaggeration to say that she is a liar.

It was late at night and the hot-blooded man tossed and turned in his bed. Mr. Zhou Er, the most prominent man in Licheng, closed his clear eyes and began to count sheep with a grim expression.

The next morning, Mrs. Fan was making breakfast in the kitchen. When she saw the beautiful hostess in front of her, she smiled and greeted her, "Madam, you can have breakfast in ten minutes."

Li Qingwen looked indifferent. Her mother-in-law had said a long time ago that she would send a nanny to her, but she never considered herself a rich lady, so she had never agreed.

Mrs. Fan sighed. It seemed that the Second Young Master and the Madam were always cold and indifferent to each other. She couldn't tell whether they were in a good mood or not.

This was a challenge for Mrs. Fan, who was good at observing people's words and expressions.

Outside Ji Yue Mansion, Lao Qian's car had arrived. He got out of the car, took the suitcase, pushed it to the door of the house and rang the doorbell.

All the clothes Zhou Yongan had at Jiyue Mansion were styles from one or two years ago. He didn't like some of them, so he notified Lao Qian to go to the western suburbs to pick them up and have them delivered early in the morning.

Li Qingwen sat at the dining table drinking the shrimp porridge cooked by Mrs. Fan, watching Zhou Yongan busying in and out indifferently.

Is he going to live here?

It’s not just a two-day break.

In the car, Li Qingwen took out a corn when he got on the car and handed it to Zhou Yongan: "Mrs. Fan gave it to me."

Zhou Yongan: "Throw it away."

He is in the habit of skipping breakfast.

Li Qingwen looked at the soft and sticky corn and could only chew it slowly by himself.

The smell of corn slowly filled the entire carriage. Zhou Yongan's sleeping stomach gradually woke up and his mouth began to secrete saliva.

Seeing that Li Qingwen seemed unable to eat more after eating half of it, he stretched out his big hand, snatched it and started to eat it.