Director Han, Wan Ning is joking with you, I will go and say hello to a few acquaintances first, and you can talk slowly."
He patted my hand, smiled and left.
Han Yichen gave Rongrong, who fell asleep instantly, to Alan, and asked: "What's going on between you and Mr. Ye? Is he interested in you?"
I said, "You don't need to worry about this. Anyway, we are divorced and have nothing to do with each other."
He said seriously: "Of course I won't care about your remarriage, but I hope that when choosing a man, I can be more enlightened.
Mr. Ye's conditions are good, but he is from out of town. Do you know where he will settle in the future?
Do you know who is in his family? Do you know about his emotional entanglements? I guess you have never thought about these questions."
I picked up the red wine, took a sip and said, "After experiencing you, I naturally know how to choose a man."
He took the wine glass from my hand and said, "Why are you still drinking when you have a child to take care of?"
I pushed his hand and said, "Don't worry about me..."
In the process of pushing and pulling, the entire glass of wine spilled on his suit. I reflexively wiped it for him, and he complained: "Why weren't you careful?"
I said: "If I don't grab my cup, can I splash it all over you?"
"Don't you say that you have been so careless since you were a child? Are you taking advantage of me?"
Damn, what a bargain! I really don’t care about it now!
I said, "I'm too lazy to care about you. You go and change your clothes quickly. You won't let me deal with so many guests alone, right? I, I don't like socializing."
He asked in surprise: "Do you still have men's clothes here?"
I said disapprovingly: "There are too many. The hangings in Rong Bai's dressing room look like a clothing store."
Although it was sealed for a period of time and everything was searched, it has basically remained unchanged.
He asked me to take him there. Although he thought it would be troublesome, he thought that no matter what, today is Rongrong's 100th day, and as parents, we should always attend together.
A woman looks at a man's suit the same way a man looks at a woman's leggings. They all look the same, but they are different.
Han Yichen picked out one item after another, but he couldn't find anything he was satisfied with.
He asked me: "Do you still want to keep these things from Rong Bai? What are your plans for the future?"
It's okay not to mention Rong Bai. When I mention Rong Bai, I feel sad and angry. I don't understand why he burned Rong Bai like this?
"Rong Bai doesn't have any relics? Where did his blue silk scarf go? Isn't it with him?"
"When the body was found, Rong Bai's face was swollen. If it weren't for DNA comparison, Qiqi and I wouldn't have been able to identify it as Rong Bai?
When the accident happened, he was wearing prison uniform and nothing else. I also inquired about the blue silk scarf, and it should have been taken off before he was formally imprisoned.
After the Spring Festival, Liang Hui can no longer be contacted, right?"
"Um……"
That silk scarf was the only thing left to him by his biological parents, and he would not take it off easily.
When I mentioned Rong Bai, I didn't want to talk much. Han Yichen picked out a suit and said, "Just this one..."
As he spoke, he took it out from the glass wardrobe. He looked at the inner pocket of the suit out of habit and asked curiously: "Why is there anything else in here?"
He took it out and looked at it. It turned out to be a photo. It was better not to look at it. But when he looked at it, his expression changed. It turned out to be a photo of Rong Bai and Yao Qiqi. He didn't know when it happened.
Rong Bai is such a playboy. I don't know how many women he has.
However, I don’t think there is a woman who can take a selfie with him in one shot, and there is no picture of a woman that he can put on the inside of a suit?
Who would feel comfortable with this? However, Han Yichen was not as angry as I thought. He just put down his suit and picked another one.
He has so many clothes, I have never thought about freeing up this place. Who knows how long he hasn't worn this piece of clothing.
I took out the photos and looked at them. Yao Qiqi was still very young at that time. They were probably taken during her college years, right?
It still has the same style of painting as a photoshoot. It seems to be a photo taken a long time ago.
I feel very uncomfortable too. If he likes Yao Qiqi, I have no problem with it. I want an aunt anyway?
However, the fact that he gave Yao Qiqi to Han Yichen was indeed unacceptable.
At the party, we were still on our own terms. Although we are no longer husband and wife, we are still people who grew up together and there is still a tacit understanding.
And it seems to be better than usual. He is right. If there is just a simple friendship between us, we will definitely become the best friends.
Because we know each other very well.
When some uncles saw us parting ways like this, they were very sorry and said, "If your father knew about it, he would probably be uneasy! Are you two compatible?"
Han Yichen smiled and said: "Wan Ning is a very good wife, but I am not so lucky."
"I think you don't know how to cherish it? I think back then, if Wan Ning hadn't risked his life to save you from the water, you might not be alive anymore.
Who in the circle wouldn't say that you two are a perfect match, but you didn't expect that you both have children, and yet you still end up like this? It's really a pity."
Han Yichen just smiled and used this method to deal with his uncles.
During the reception, many people mentioned Rong Bai, and most of them expressed regret.
He said that he suffered from the death of his parents when he was young and had no one to teach him, so he went astray. He also praised him as a rare business master, handsome and talented, etc.
Rong Rong's wonderful 100-day gift invisibly turned into a divorce announcement party for Han Yichen and I and a memorial service for Rong Bai's death.
There are many topics that I can't help but avoid.
I really didn’t want to mention this kind of sadness again, so before it was over, I hid upstairs alone.
Even though the protagonist today is my son, the revelry of everyone at this time seems to be the sadness of one person alone.