My Husband Turned into Garfield Before the Divorce

After closing the door, I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sheepishly at Adrian's mother.

"Hi madam, we meet again."

She gathered the shawl around her body, sat on the sofa by the window with me, and poured a cup of fragrant hot milk tea with her own hands.

"Don't be so polite, it's freezing, drink some to warm your body."

I drank more than half of the cup in one breath, leaving a little tea root. Adrian stood shamelessly on my lap and stuck his face in it.

Although we often do this at home, I am still embarrassed to let her son drink my leftover tea roots in front of other mothers.

"Come on, I'll get you a new cup."

Dabinglian muttered something in his teacup, but he couldn't hear what he said.

His mother rubbed his hair disapprovingly, and motioned me to continue to taste the biscuits: "I know you are coming over today, I just baked it this morning, I remember you like the flavor of matcha, right?"

Thanks to her deliberate "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law" relationship with me when she was newly married, she knows my preferences and tastes very clearly.

However, I am still very touched that after three years, she still remembers these insignificant things.

"Totally accurate, please worry about it."

She waved her hand disapprovingly: "My family, you don't need to be so polite. Taking care of Adrian is very hard."

As she spoke, she glanced distressedly at Adrian, who ran to the bed, flicking the fringe on the bed sheet nervously.

I boasted against my will: "I like cats very much. He is considered a good-behaved cat. He doesn't make noise and doesn't throw things around at night."

His mother was very surprised at what I said, and was stunned for a while: "You have changed a lot."

"Really? I don't feel it myself."

She nodded: "You were like a little snail before. If you want to communicate with you, you have to pry open your shell. After a little intimacy, you shrink back into the shell. But now, you have become much more cheerful."

Have it?

"You have never actively expressed your preferences like this. Every time I ask you to answer, I don't want to express myself, and I don't care about other people's feelings. I am very happy to see the changes in you."

I thought about it and it seems to be true, but this is not something that three years of growing up taught me, and the changes only happened in the last few months, after Adrian became a cat.

I am blown up by him countless times every day, and then coaxed back by his shameful cuteness, my emotions change like a roller coaster in the park, and when he is dominated by the consciousness of a cat, he is a soft and cute little cutie, but when he is a human again, he is another An annoying nagging jerk.

Egg what color do you like?Egg, do you like meat or fish?Egg do you like the beach?Ego, do you like Miss Yu or Lolita...

Even the servants at home said that after raising a cat, my mood changes are like those of a menopausal woman.

I have lived for more than twenty years, and I have never felt my emotions so strongly. This is probably life.

I just smiled and said nothing, at this moment, his father pushed the door open and came in.

I am fairly familiar with his mother, and I only met his father once at the wedding ceremony, so it can be said that he is a complete stranger.

I'm quite a stranger, and for a while I didn't know how to put my hands and feet.

So I pulled Tassel out of Adrian's mouth and held him in my arms, rubbing the back of his neck uneasily.

His father seemed to be a very serious person, belonging to the unsmiling group of parents.

There are very few people with such an image in my life, and even the profiteer who acts as half of my parents is not a decent businessman.

He nodded at me, sat next to his wife, and listened patiently to our chat without interrupting.

But he will carefully find out when our cups are empty and fill them up at the right time.

What's more, whenever I was asked a question that I couldn't answer, he would gently pat the back of his wife's hand and signal her to change the subject.

All in all, Adrian's parents are gentle, kind and good people, not at all the same as Adrian.

After the visit, I walked home with Adrian in my arms.

I couldn't resist asking this question.

With such parents, how did he grow so crooked?

He raised his face in my arms: "Isn't cool, handsome and cold in fashion now?"

"It's only young and ignorant girls who are sought after, and you still need to find a gentle one to live in love."

"So you also like gentle ones?"

"Of course, who doesn't like a gentle and reliable man? Who would want to go home and face an ice cube after a long day's work?"

After I finished speaking, I regretted it. I felt like a resentful woman complaining about her husband who was not caring enough. As we all know, the one in my arms froze me for a long time in the early days of marriage.

Adrian's reaction was violent. He jumped to the ground and circled me several times.

"You really like gentle ones?"

I nodded.

Those big emerald-colored glazed eyes stared straight at me for a long time, then turned around and moved four small fat legs, dragging his round body forward slowly.

Mouth kept breaking Sui Sui Sui Sui read.

"How could you like tenderness...it's not right...it's all wrong...did I make a mistake..."

I was at a loss, and I could only pray that Merlin would bless his nerves for too long.