Just as the Chinese food was cooked and brought out, Ou Qingheng also freshened up and walked downstairs. Yao Yiyi smiled at him and said: "Mr. Ou, you came down on time. Breakfast is ready. Eat it." Bar."
Ou Qingheng's eyes flashed, and he sat down with dignity.
Like a housewife who deeply loves her husband, Yao Yiyi served Ou Qingheng the porridge and placed it in front of him. Ou Qingheng also took a sip of the porridge and paired it with a poached egg. This was his preferred breakfast taste. Others guess that he likes to eat Western food, but in fact he prefers pure Chinese food, but sometimes he has to eat Western food when he goes on a date with his girlfriend.
After finishing a bowl of porridge, Yao Yiyi served him another bowl. Ou Qingheng took a sip, looked at her and said: "I have asked the lawyer to draft a new divorce agreement. If the lawyer informs you, he will go to the lawyer's office. Once you sign it, I will transfer enough money to your account to have enough food and clothing."
Yao Yiyi's hand holding the spoon paused, losing her appetite.
She lowered her head and said in a buzzing voice, "I know."
Ou Qingheng glanced at her, his face instantly sank, and said, "Why, you don't want a divorce?"
Yao Yiyi's hand holding the spoon tightened for a moment, then she looked up, with a charming and indifferent smile on her face: "Mr. Ou was joking, I just feel that time flies a little fast."
Yao Yiyi laughed sarcastically, and in the end she didn't want to entangle too much. She had already lost, and she didn't want to lose even more miserably.
"I would like to wish Mr. Ou and Miss Yang a happy marriage, a happy marriage, a son soon, and a happy family of three." Yao Yiyi took a bite of the poached egg, and the smile on her lips became sweeter: "Mr. Ou and Miss Yang Don't send me wedding invitations when you get married. My ex-wife is not suitable to attend your wedding. Also, Miss Yang hasn't returned to China yet. It's better for Mr. Ou to find out what she did abroad. After all, you four We haven’t seen each other for years, four years can change a person beyond recognition.”
Ou Qingheng put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm full. I'll go to work first. I won't be back for dinner at night, so you can eat by yourself."
A flash of disappointment flashed in Yao Yiyi's eyes.
Yao Yiyi hid the disappointment in her eyes, stood up, put on his suit for him, walked him to the door, and said, "Mr. Ou, go slowly."
He just glanced at Yao Yiyi and left without looking back.
After Ou Qingheng left, the smile on Yao Yiyi's face faded little by little. Her body seemed to have been drained of all its strength and she leaned against the wall. Tears in her eyes fell uncontrollably.
After crying for a while, Yao Yiyi cleared the dishes on the table as if nothing happened, went upstairs to the bedroom, put on beautiful makeup, said "po" in the mirror, and said: "Perfect."
Yao Yiyi is the kind of woman who will never show her embarrassment to outsiders no matter how miserable she is. She will definitely dress herself up very beautifully, and she will be the most glamorous even when standing in the crowd.
She put on high heels and carried her newly bought LV bag. Just as she was about to go out, the phone in her bag rang. She took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar phone number.
"Hello."
A very young but coquettish voice came from the phone: "Yao Yiyi, right? I'm pregnant with Qingheng's child..."
Yao Yiyi curled her lips and said, "You should tell Mr. Ou this. If you don't know his phone number, I will send it to you later."
The woman on the other side of the phone said: "I think you misunderstood. I don't want this child, but I don't want to get nothing for nothing. I hope you can meet with me."
Yao Yiyi curled her lips again, it turned out that she was here to extort money again. She happened to be in a bad mood, so she just wanted to know who the woman who was pregnant with Ou Qingheng was.
Ou Qingheng is really a love interest. He keeps saying that he loves Yang, but there are all kinds of rumors about him and female celebrities and supermodels, and she, the nominal wife, wipes his butt from time to time.
This relationship is really a mess.