He Rijun coming again

Luo Zhiwen said that Feng Qingzhu would ask for blessings, but in fact he took Feng Ge home.

He was equally apprehensive.

Because of the divorce, he also had a part.

It has been more than half a year since they went home together last time.

At that time, they hadn't communicated with each other, so they tiredly pretended to be a loving couple in front of their parents and dealt with relatives and friends.

Now the relationship is so-so and there is some progress, but the marriage is divorced.

How to explain?

You can't tell your parents that their divorce is just a joke, right?

Luo Zhiwen sighed with a headache.

Sitting beside him, Feng Qingzhu, who was driving the car, laughed softly.

"Still laughing?" He grinded his back molars, wishing he could poke a hole in Feng Qingzhu's body, "Have you figured out how to explain it to your parents?"

"be honest."

"Say we both carry memories from our previous lives? You're not afraid of being kicked out of the house by my dad!"

"To be honest...I love you, but I have failed you." Feng Qingzhu parked the car in front of the zebra crossing, looked at Luo Zhiwen helplessly, and reached out to hold his fingers, "So you chose to divorce me."

"and then?"

"Then I regretted it and wanted to chase you back."

"Then what kind of relationship do we have now?" Luo Zhiwen pulled back his fingers and muttered to himself, "Ex-boyfriend...no, ex-husband?"

Feng Qingzhu silently recited the word "lover" in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it directly, he only said: "The partner who is about to get back together."

About to get back together...

Luo Zhiwen turned his head to look at the scenery outside the car window, thinking to himself, whether they can get back together or not is uncertain.

The car slowly drove into the villa area, Luo Zhiwen's mental construction along the way was defeated when he saw his parents standing in the courtyard.

That was when he was young, even though he had a horrible scar on his face, his parents still treated him as a normal child.

Luo Zhiwen's emotions infected Feng Qingzhu.

The man got out of the car, opened the door for him, and sighed softly: "I'll talk about it later."

"If you really say that... my parents won't let you go." Luo Zhiwen jumped out of the car with a wry smile, walked to the courtyard, and tried to show a relaxed smile.

It's a pity that his parents didn't give him face as a real son.

As soon as Luo Zhiwen's feet entered the courtyard gate, before Feng Qingzhu behind him had time to call his parents, they slammed the door and entered the house.

Luo Zhiwen took half a step back, and bumped into Feng Qingzhu with his shoulder.

"Brother Feng..." He couldn't help but ask Feng Qingzhu for help.

The bitterness in Feng Qingzhu's heart was not less than that of Luo Zhiwen, but he didn't show it on his face, and even put his hand on his shoulder: "Go in, explain it to your parents, they will understand."

we can only do this.

Luo Zhiwen walked into the door dejectedly.

His parents were angry, so they stayed behind.

"Why did you let him in? Since you're divorced, don't gossip about it anymore, and make people laugh at you for nothing!" A slipper suddenly flew out from the porch, barely rubbing Luo Zhiwen's calf and flew out.

"Dad?" He said anxiously, "Brother Feng..."

"You still call him Brother Feng?! He's been like this since he was a child, following behind his ass, no matter how much I persuade you, he won't listen!"

"dad……"

"Come in!"

Feng Qingzhu squeezed Luo Zhiwen's fingers, signaling him to calm down: "Go in, I'll wait for you here."

As soon as the voice fell, there was another furious roar in the room: "Who told you to talk? Get out!"

"Okay, I'll go out." Feng Qingzhu retreated obediently to the door.

Luo Zhiwen was in a dilemma, standing in the porch and staring at Feng Qingzhu in a daze.

Before Feng Qingzhu came to his house, he deliberately changed into a formal suit.The well-dressed man stood on the gravel road in the courtyard, the hair on his forehead curled in the wind, looking a bit embarrassed.

Luo Zhiwen's heart softened unexpectedly.

"Go in, don't keep Dad waiting." Feng Qingzhu urged him to enter the house.

Luo Zhiwen lowered his eyes, and muttered: "Then I went in?"

He was actually discussing with Feng Qingzhu.

Feng Qingzhu nodded amusedly.

Luo Zhiwen reluctantly entered the room.

His parents were sitting tight, leaving him an empty sofa, and seemed to have a lot of questions to ask.

First of all, of course, is the matter of divorce: "Is it really divorced?"

Luo Zhiwen bit the bullet and replied: "Well, the divorce agreement was signed, but..."

"Bastard!" There was a cool breeze in his ear, and his father threw the other shoe out.

Luo Zhiwen shuddered, and continued: "But we didn't divorce on purpose."

"Is there still a saying of intentional or unintentional divorce?" This time the screaming was replaced by his mother.

Luo Zhiwen closed her mouth with a headache, not going to continue explaining.

But if he doesn't speak, it doesn't mean his parents don't speak.

- I shouldn't have promised you to marry him in the first place.

- Ah Wen, tell the truth, did Feng Qingzhu do something that I'm sorry for you?

- or are you in love with someone else

- the latest news...

"I don't like Dipper." Seeing that the topic was drifting away, Luo Zhiwen interjected with a frown, "He and I are just an ordinary cooperative relationship. He is a singer, and I wrote the lyrics for the title song of his album, that's all."

"Are the photos on the news also fake?"

"Mom and Dad, that's a borrowed photo! Dipper and I are not familiar at all. We just met that day, and I said a few polite words to him, and then Brother Feng came to look for me." Luo Zhiwen Wringing his fingers irritably, "I don't know what he wanted to express by posting that kind of Weibo, but I'll tell you the truth, even if there is really no relationship between Brother Feng and I and we have to separate, I won't be with you." He's together."

His parents looked at each other, wondering what they were thinking.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew outside the window, followed by cold rain pattering down.

Luo Zhiwen clenched his fists tightly, and said tentatively: "Brother Feng is still here..."

"He divorced you, why should he come into our house?"

Luo Zhiwen's words were blocked in his throat, looking at the gray sky outside the window, he was speechless for a while.

"You should stay away from him in the future." His mother seldom speaks harshly like this, and she is obviously in a hurry, "Our family is not short of money, and we don't rely on the Feng family for business. You follow your parents honestly and find a good one in the future." Boyfriend, tell him to regret it!"

Feng Qingzhu already regretted it.

Luo Zhiwen thought to himself.

And with fragmentary memories of his previous life, how could he love others?

"Then you can't leave people outside the house." Luo Zhiwen patiently spoke for Feng Qingzhu.

His father sneered: "Then he can hang you at home for three years?"

Luo Zhiwen was shocked.

"Ah Wen, do you think we don't know? That kid from the Feng family doesn't like you, and he never took you to heart."

"...In these years, if your parents don't tell you, it's not easy to ask them face to face."

"...But we love you so much!"

It was a full three years, describing the false marriage as a cold cage, trapping Luo Zhiwen to death.

How many three years are there in life?

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