You don't agree to have a baby, and you're anxious and angry about the divorce

Li Chengye frowned, looked at the sweet and gentle smile on her face, and turned his gaze away indifferently.

He picked up the chopsticks and casually flipped through the food on the plate, becoming more and more disgusted.

Mu Yuan also felt a little disgusted.

Who tosses and turns while eating like this?

No table manners at all...

Li Chengye put down his chopsticks and raised his eyelids: "Do you think you are cute like this? If you smile at me foolishly, I will be like other men, with my heart beating faster and my heart fluttering inexplicably, and finally turn a blind eye to the wrong things you did?"

I swear to God, she has never thought of this.

She smiled just to ease the atmosphere, and simply hoped that the two of them could get along more peacefully.

Mu Yuan felt a little tired: "I'll make two more dishes."

She stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen. Li Chengye stood up, took his cell phone and left home.

Nothing was said.

He didn't give me any good look at all.

Just left in silence.

Mu Yuan looked at the dishes on the table, sat down and started eating slowly.

……

In the evening, the aunt who was originally scheduled to come for a job trial suddenly sent a message saying that she would not come. Mu Yuan thought that she really had something to do, so he contacted other companies again, but the reply from them was that they could not come.

Mu Yuan was not stupid either, and he quickly realized that it was Li Chenye's doing.

He said nothing, but told her with his actions that if she wanted to stay at home, she had to do what a nanny should do.

Mu Yuan sat on the sofa with her cell phone in hand. The setting sun poured in from outside, and the empty living room of the villa looked particularly deserted.

Li Chengye has done this much.

Mu Yuan knew that he had no room for resistance.

She sighed softly, opened her phone to check her class schedule, and planned her time carefully for each day.

He has to go to work at noon, and he only needs to prepare breakfast and dinner on weekdays. As long as he plans his time well, he can do it.

Mu Yuan accepted all of this with a stable mood.

Watching the sun gradually sinking into the west, Mu Yuan sent a message to Li Chengye: [Will you come home for dinner tonight? ]

Ten minutes passed.

Li Chengye didn't reply.

Mu Yuan made a phone call directly.

At that time, Li Chengye was preparing to race with Qi Yan, and his cell phone was in Zhao Kun's hand. Zhao Kun looked at the caller ID, walked over and handed the phone to Li Chengye.

Li Chengye glanced at it and said two words coldly: "Don't answer it."

After saying that, he put on his racing gloves, got into the car, started the engine, and the car rushed out of the track like a gust of wind.

No one answered the phone and no one returned the messages.

Mu Yuan had no choice but to cook for two people first. This time she made five dishes and a soup, which were dishes she chose from the cookbook and her favorite ones.

Braised pork, Longjing shrimp, lotus chicken slices, stir-fried spring bamboo shoots, steamed sea bass, and a light-flavored stew of water pig's trotter!

It took her almost two hours to get everything done.

Mu Yuan looked at the table full of dishes and her stomach growled twice. She thought her cooking skills were pretty good and silently gave herself a thumbs up in her heart.

But when she thought about having to spend so much time every day cooking for Li Chengye and having to look at his ugly face, she suddenly became depressed.

Mu Yuan glanced at the dark night outside the window and quickly looked for her cell phone to see if Li Chengye had replied to her message. She was so focused on cooking that she didn't notice her cell phone.

Open it and take a look.

Half an hour ago, Li Chengye replied to her: [No reply.]

If you hadn't told her earlier, she would have done so much.

Mu Yuan looked at the dishes on the table again, opened the camera, found a good angle to take a picture, clicked send, and replied: [Okay, then I'll eat it myself. ]

This time, Li Chengye replied almost immediately: [When I'm at home, you cook three dishes, and when I'm not at home, you cook six dishes. You really know how to enjoy yourself.]

Mu Yuan knew that this person would definitely say something like this.

She replied: [I thought you were coming back. ]

After waiting for a while, Li Chengye didn't reply.

Mu Yuan asked again: [Are you coming back? If you come back, I will keep the table warm and wait for you. ]

After a while, the other party still didn't reply.

Mu Yuan sent another message: [Then I’ll eat it myself. By the way, will you eat at home tomorrow morning? ]

Mu Yuan actually had some intention in saying these things.

Li Chengye has no patience. If he insists on me cooking for him every day, then he has to accept that I have to keep in touch with him every day.

After all, she is a "qualified and family-oriented" wife.

I always have to ask my husband whether he will come home, when he will come home, how long it will take him to get home, and what he wants to eat when he gets home.

I'm just asking normally.

But given Li Chengye's temperament, he would definitely be annoyed.

In this way, he might get annoyed with her and agree to find a babysitter.

Mu Yuan had his own plans in mind, so he asked very gently every time.

Li Chengye looked at the message on his phone with an annoyed look in his eyes.

At this moment they moved from the racing club to the IFC Club.

Song Zhaochuan and Qi Yan are both here.

Qi Yan was drinking happily with two beautiful girls in his arms, while Li Chengye was sitting on the sofa on the other side, smoking and looking at his phone.

Song Zhaochuan is a thoughtful person. He is staring at his phone with a serious expression.

While pouring him a glass of wine, Song Zhaochuan glanced at his phone screen and saw the note on it. He jokingly asked, "Is your wife urging you to go home?"

Li Chengye raised his eyes and gave Song Zhaochuan a cold look.

Song Zhaochuan covered it up with a smile: "I saw it accidentally, don't mind it." As he said this, he attentively handed Li Chenye a wine glass.

Li Chengye ruthlessly turned off the screen, put his phone on the coffee table, took a deep puff of the cigarette, and did not take the wine glass that Song Zhaochuan handed to him.

Song Zhaochuan looked a little embarrassed, but he was still smiling. He put down his glass and asked, "Are you feeling emotional?"

Li Chengye slowly exhaled smoke: "Boss Song, are you interested in my young wife?"

Song Zhaochuan smiled and waved his hands: "I was just joking with you last time, why did you take it seriously? It was all a joke, you can't be angry with me because of this."

There was a dark look in Li Chengye's eyes.

He stared into Song Zhaochuan's eyes slowly.

Song Zhaochuan felt very uncomfortable with his look and asked half seriously and half jokingly, "Are you jealous?"