What Wen Yanchu said now seemed to be a hundred times more cruel than what she said when she left five years ago. Cheng Ke could feel it, but maybe that's just how people are.

When she was always in front of him, no matter what sarcastic remarks he made or how coldly he treated her, she would not leave, but endured it silently, Cheng Ke seemed to feel that there was nothing wrong.

But not everyone will be so willing to endure the constant sarcasm. Wen Yanchu is also a person with a heart, and she will feel pain.

So when Wen Yanchu finally changed his previous attitude and became like this, he was cold-mouthed to everything he said, even his face became cold when he saw him, and he felt irritated even if he said more than one word to him.

Cheng Ke felt a little flustered for no reason, as if the uncontrollable feeling was gradually spreading in the palm of his hand, making people panic for no reason.

He didn't want her to leave him, but she made divorce as simple as a common occurrence.

There was silence in the car. He didn't speak. Naturally, Wen Yanchu didn't want to say anything. He drove silently, silently changed gears, silently stepped on the accelerator or pressed the brakes. It was just right to be quiet like this. She really didn't think about it at all.

Whatever she said to Cheng Ke, hearing his voice would make her think of what he said.

Thirty million, is that enough?

Just thinking about it makes my heart tingle and pull with dripping wounds, as if it hurts to breathe.

The car drove to the supermarket. After Wen Yanchu parked the car in the parking space, he got out of the car, and Cheng Ke got out of the car with him.

She didn't even lock the car. No one would be interested in an old pickup truck anyway. Wen Yanchu didn't care about Cheng Ke who was following behind. He just walked into the supermarket and grabbed a trolley at the door.

Walk towards the inside.

It must be more than just one day in Seattle. She and Cheng Ke have already made trouble like this. She feels that there is no point in returning to China. She might as well spend more time with her son here.

She wants Cheng Ke to leave, but she also knows that he will leave eventually and he still has a company to take care of.

So I simply bought a lot of ingredients, thinking that since I was back, I would prepare a good meal for Chengcheng. Although the little guy was born and raised in the United States, he was raised by her to like Chinese meals.

On the contrary, I am not very interested in things like hamburger sandwiches.

I still have rice, millet, mung beans, red beans, soybeans and other grains at home, but I don’t have any fresh ingredients, so I bought a lot of vegetables, meat, and even a fish, planning to cook it for the guests.

I had a lot to choose from in the east and west, and the shopping cart was almost full in no time.

Wen Yanchu turned slightly to pick up a piece of lean pork ribs on the shelf nearby, and saw the man who had been following him silently.

He followed without saying a word. Although he remained silent, he still had a strong sense of presence. Wen Yanchu could always feel eyes looking at him from all directions.

Although Cheng Ke has an oriental appearance, although he is dressed in a formal suit, his collar is a little loose at the moment, giving him a messy and unruly aesthetic. His three-dimensional facial features and outline are also in line with Western aesthetics. In addition, his face at this moment

The previous look had a slightly gloomy indifference, like a man coming out of a black-and-white illustrated magazine, with an irresistible attraction.

If he hadn't been following Wen Yanchu all the time, it would not be difficult to see the relationship between the two. In addition, if he had a Cartier wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand, in this open country, someone would have already taken the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Wen Yanchu walked around. She was familiar with this supermarket because it was close to her home. She probably knew where many of the products were located, so it didn't take long for her to buy what she wanted to buy.

Pushing the cart toward the cashier, Cheng Ke walked behind her. There had been no words between the two since they got out of the car, so Cheng Ke didn't speak either.

Until the cashier, a black woman with curly hair and a round waist, asked, "Should I pay by card or by cash?" Wen Yanchu didn't even have time to take out his card. He held a black card between his slender fingers and handed it over.

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The voice was still low and magnetic, speaking in standard American English, "Swipe your card, thank you."

Wen Yanchu didn't say anything or refuse. When he saw him pressing the password on the password input machine, he couldn't help but feel a slight pain in his heart. Those six digits were her birthday...

Yan Chu looked away, but couldn't help but look over again. He had already taken the POS machine form and pen from the cashier. He held the pen with his long fingers, signed his name calmly and handed the form back to the cashier.

, and then calmly took the shopping bags.

He carried a large bag of things so lightly and walked silently next to Wen Yanchu towards the parking lot.

When he was approaching the parking space, Wen Yanchu stopped, turned to look at him, and then stretched out his hand, "Give me the things. I'll finish them when I get back and take them to the hospital. You can go to the hospital first to accompany Chengcheng."

She spoke in a calm tone, and after making such a suggestion, she reached out to take the shopping bag, but Cheng Ke didn't say a word, and just walked towards the old pickup truck, with the expression on his face always so gloomy.

indifferent.

Wen Yanchu could only follow him, opened the door and got into the car. After watching him sit in the passenger seat and put the shopping bags in the back seat, Wen Yanchu started the car and the classic car continued to drive back.

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This time, she did not leave him directly outside the door, but allowed him to enter. Without saying anything, Yan Chu took the shopping bag and went to work in the kitchen.

Cheng Ke was sitting in the living room, and he could clearly see what she was doing in the open kitchen.

Naturally, Wen Yanchu could see clearly what he was doing as soon as he turned his eyes. He didn't do anything. He just sat on the sofa in the living room and fiddled with his phone. He was probably sending text messages, but his expression looked serious.

very.

Wen Yanchu was tinkering in the kitchen, and soon the aroma of the dishes wafted out, blending into the sweet aroma of millet porridge that already filled the house.

She was a little angry at herself for not living up to expectations. She had obviously decided to break up with him, but when making things, she always involuntarily made more, taking into account his quantity.

Feeling even more annoyed, he took the plate and turned to the sink to put it into the lunch box. He saw that the man who was originally in the living room was gone. Wen Yanchu frowned, put the plate down and walked towards the side.

, I saw that the bathroom door next to the stairs on the first floor was slightly open, and his deep voice came from inside and said, "Well, it needs to be white. It doesn't matter the displacement. The interior space should be spacious, and the back seat should also be spacious. Well, an SUV is fine."

, her car is too old and unsafe, I don’t want to wait, it’s best to pick up the car within these two days.”
Chapter completed!