We Are Divorced, Ok? [English Translation]

CHAPTER 18

Buzzing——

The phone vibrated and it shook for a long time until the caller died.

The mobile phone is on the bar. Song Zhixi has been in this bar for a week.

One week, the phone kept ringing, but he didn't want to pick up anyone except Wu Chen.

This week, Wu Chen never made a single phone call. Song Zhixi put down the wine glass in his hand and lit a cigarette.

He was not an active person, but he was very passive, but he waited for a week without any news, and finally couldn't help calling Wu Chen's phone.

"Where are you looking for?" He asked straightforwardly.

"Are you looking for, are you my detective?"
Wu Chen was still in the hospital, and with Bai Jiuruo's long hair in his hand, he smiled and said, "How can it be so fast, wait a minute."

Song Zhixi spit out a cigarette in silence, and said for a while, "I don't want to wait anymore."

"What do you do? Otherwise, call the police and say that your wife is lost." Wu Chen was joking.

Alarm? If he calls the police the next day, the entire network will explode, and he has thought about the title-#影帝老婆 ran away from home, the reason behind it was #

Besides, Zhou Han left voluntarily and changed his phone. No. didn't leave all the ways to contact him. It seemed that he was determined to draw a line with himself and never see each other.

"Isn't there any news?" Song Zhixi asked again unwillingly.
"Brother, I said that I am not a criminal policeman, and I also asked someone to help me find it. What can I do if the person has no news?"

"Who?"

Wu Chen actually doesn't have any When he asked someone to find it, he also thought that Song Zhixi would ask, and he had long thought of a way to deal with it, "Do you want to ask him personally? Can't you trust me?"

"No." Song Zhixi's voice listened. It was a little bit decadent, "I just don't want to... sit and wait."

Wu Chen noticed something wrong with his voice, "Are you drinking?"

"Then what do you want me to do!" Song Zhixi With a sudden roar, he hung up the phone.

He threw his mobile phone on the bar casually, buried his head very low, and looked at the rising smoke in his hand, feeling confused.

For seven days and a whole week, he has never been so difficult to get through. The crew urged him to go filming, but he didn't go, and the company urged him to go back and preside over the overall situation, but he didn't go either.

He doesn't want to care about anything, and he doesn't want anything anymore. What's the use of these? What's the use...

He silently took out the scraps of paper and looked at them again and again. He also put together all the pieces that could be connected together, so that he could see more complete words.

{Sometimes I really don't understand what self-abuse I am. He either doesn’t come back from filming every day, or he doesn’t say a word to me when he comes back. He sleeps in the study room. I will take down the study bed and he will sleep on the sofa... Anyway, he refuses to sleep in a bed with me. , Even if you don’t have a xing life, you can hug me anyway...}

{Today, for his birthday, I made a cake for him by myself. The broken egg whites make my hands sore and I won’t foam...}

The ghost knows that I need to use an electric one. I ran out and bought an electric egg beater. It took a long time to make the cream. After tasting it, it was delicious. I didn’t think I was so talented~ but I gave it to me when baking cakes. The roast collapsed. I wanted to roast another one, but he came back! ! I had no choice but to put cream on the cake I had baked and gave it to him, and then he told me that it was so ugly that he would not eat it if he paid him the money, so he left again after saying that. I had no choice but to make another one, but I was afraid that he would be too ugly, so I kept doing it, and made it the one I thought was the most satisfying and beautiful, and waited for him to come back happily... However, he always did it afterwards. did not return. Probably I went to accompany Bai Jiuruo...I destroyed all the cakes, but it doesn't matter if I learned how to make cakes.}