Chapter: 1193
She looked at him: "Are you tired? Take a bath and go to bed!"
As usual, she went to the cloakroom to get him clothes. Every piece of clothing there was carefully ironed by her, and even the smell of laundry detergent was something he was used to.
A gentle and virtuous wife should make a man feel comfortable.
But Huo Shaoting really couldn't be happy. It was too formal. Wen Man was playing the role of the perfect wife, taking care of him, taking care of the children, and doing husband and wife things with him.
She never seemed to care whether she liked it or not.
She never asked about the part of his lost memory.
This feeling of not being taken seriously and not being loved increased day by day. He even suspected that he had a mental illness and even went to see a psychiatrist alone.
The doctor said that he was not sick, but maybe his married life was not harmonious.
At night, when he pressed Wen Man to come, he couldn't help thinking that twice a week was not enough for a man of his age.
Wen Man buried her face in the pillow.
He was distracted, and so was she.
"What are you thinking about?" Huo Shaoting leaned over and kissed her.
Wen Man gently hugged his neck and hummed softly: "I'm thinking about what breakfast to make for Huo Xi and Shuoshuo tomorrow morning..."
Huo Shaoting looked at her quietly for a while, then held her waist.
A love story comes to an end.
He got up and went to take a shower. Wen Man clung to the sheets, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.
A small hoarse voice came from the bathroom.
She was quite surprised. It was Huo Shaoting...that one?
Wasn't he satisfied just now?
At this time, as a wife, she shouldn't pry into that privacy. She should give her husband dignity. Besides, she was really tired after a busy day. She raised her hands to button her pajamas, pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.
Half an hour later, Huo Shaoting came out of the bathroom, feeling cool all over.
He looked at the woman sleeping on the bed, and his heart was indescribably complicated. He longed for her, but no matter how warmly he hugged her, he seemed to get no response.
They've been having a bad time these past six months.
After all, something is missing!
He didn't want Wen Man to inhale second-hand smoke, so he simply went to the study room, lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly. JrNovels.com
As usual, she went to the cloakroom to get him clothes. Every piece of clothing there was carefully ironed by her, and even the smell of laundry detergent was something he was used to.
A gentle and virtuous wife should make a man feel comfortable.
But Huo Shaoting really couldn't be happy. It was too formal. Wen Man was playing the role of the perfect wife, taking care of him, taking care of the children, and doing husband and wife things with him.
She never seemed to care whether she liked it or not.
She never asked about the part of his lost memory.
This feeling of not being taken seriously and not being loved increased day by day. He even suspected that he had a mental illness and even went to see a psychiatrist alone.
The doctor said that he was not sick, but maybe his married life was not harmonious.
At night, when he pressed Wen Man to come, he couldn't help thinking that twice a week was not enough for a man of his age.
Wen Man buried her face in the pillow.
He was distracted, and so was she.
"What are you thinking about?" Huo Shaoting leaned over and kissed her.
Wen Man gently hugged his neck and hummed softly: "I'm thinking about what breakfast to make for Huo Xi and Shuoshuo tomorrow morning..."
Huo Shaoting looked at her quietly for a while, then held her waist.
A love story comes to an end.
He got up and went to take a shower. Wen Man clung to the sheets, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.
A small hoarse voice came from the bathroom.
She was quite surprised. It was Huo Shaoting...that one?
Wasn't he satisfied just now?
At this time, as a wife, she shouldn't pry into that privacy. She should give her husband dignity. Besides, she was really tired after a busy day. She raised her hands to button her pajamas, pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.
Half an hour later, Huo Shaoting came out of the bathroom, feeling cool all over.
He looked at the woman sleeping on the bed, and his heart was indescribably complicated. He longed for her, but no matter how warmly he hugged her, he seemed to get no response.
They've been having a bad time these past six months.
After all, something is missing!
He didn't want Wen Man to inhale second-hand smoke, so he simply went to the study room, lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly. JrNovels.com
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