Chapter III Have to Prevent
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Shu Ya held the washing machine and didn't return to absolute being for a long time.
Her s*x with Zhuo Hao has always been conservative and has never been carried out outside the bedroom. Why did he take such things with him?
And the mud on him...
Shu Ya suddenly discovered that this is a big doubt. If he didn't pick roses, how could he get dirty?
In front of us, Zhuo Hao and a beautiful woman fought in the field. Shu Ya rushed into the bathroom and threw up.
Just vomiting, Zhuo Hao's phone came in, with a somewhat tentative tone.
"Wife, did you wash my clothes last night?"
Shu Ya answered and washed with a straight face.
Zhuo Hao was silent for a moment. "Then, have you seen..."
"I saw it."
Shu Ya's heart seemed to be thrown into a pan of oil to fry, but on the surface it was still very calm.
Is he going to have a showdown with her?
However, Zhuo Hao did not look the same as she imagined, but smiled a little embarrassedly. "Yesterday was our anniversary. I originally wanted to take you out of that... but in the end it failed to happen."
Shu Ya hung up the phone, but his mood did not improve with Zhuo Hao's explanation.
He made this phone call, as if it were specially for her.
Shu Ya didn't concentrate on going to work all day. The director walked past her several times and finally couldn't help asking her if she wanted to take a day off.
People around me cast envious eyes. Shu Ya was very uncomfortable and shook his head and refused.
Director Xia Yu is an airborne rich second generation. He is young and promising, and he is also very handsome. He has expressed his affection for Shu Ya several times before, but she refused on the grounds of family.
Apart from her married status, Shu Ya's appearance and figure are excellent and well maintained. Otherwise, Zhuo Hao could not have chased her like that.
Absent-minded, Shu Ya went to kindergarten to pick up Kinsley and took her to piano class by the way.
She and Zhuo Hao pick up the children one day, and it's her turn today.
"Mom!"
Kinsley, dressed in a yellow dress, flew out like a little butterfly and kissed Shu Ya several times.
Shu Ya hugged her beautiful daughter and felt a little better.
There are many children in the piano class. Shu Yagang sent her daughter to the classroom and turned around and met Huang Tai.
Huang Tai's husband's surname is Huang, and his original name is Xu Jingwan. Because their husbands are in the same circle and their children go to school in the same place, their relationship is also good, and they often go out for tea and shopping.
Shu Ya was shocked when he saw Xu Jingwan.
"What's wrong with you these days?"
Xu Jingwan, who has always been beautifully dressed, looks very old today without makeup and with two dark circles under her eyes.
"Don't mention it," Xu Jingwan a face of hate hate, "is not my family that killed thousands of knives? I didn't watch it. I went out for two days and found out later that he had an affair with Little John's tutor. Now Saner wants to be superior and make trouble with me!"
Shu Ya's heart thumped, and now she hears the topic of cheating, and her heart beats.
"What about you?"
"What else can I do? Boil, I think that woman can endure for a few years! Later, I will monitor it and publish it to their school forum when I take photos!"
Xu Jingwan lit a cigarette and spat. "Still a graduate student, bah! Study how to make men!"
Her attitude puzzled Shu Ya.
"You just care about that woman, aren't you angry with Mr. Huang?"
Xu Jingwan seemed to hear some jokes and burst into laughter.
"Sister, you are still too naive, men which have not steal food? As long as it's not too much, eat it. If you want me to say, although your family looks honest, you still have to guard against it. Don't blame your sister for not teaching you. If you don't take the initiative, you will cry."
Xu Jingwan's words dropped a bomb in Shu Ya's heart.
Mr. Huang usually seems to be a good husband, and he is cheating. What about Zhuo Hao, who is in the same circle as him?
There is a saying that men always like 20-year-old women...
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