Best Delinquent Wife’s Order: Rise Again, Hubby

Zuo Hancheng played with the wedding ring that had been polished before it was put away. After a while, he heard the sound of water shutting down in the bathroom.

After taking a good bath, I took a set of off-white lightweight home skirts in the small cabinet for changing clothes in the bathroom. It was loose, soft and comfortable. Then I walked directly out of the bathroom and wiped it with a towel. Hair.

Seeing that there was no sound in the bedroom, she just put the towel on her head and walked to the bedroom with confusion.

The moment he opened the door, what he saw was Zuo Hancheng's slowly closing her jewelry box that hadn't moved for a long time.

Anhao was taken aback: "Didn't you let you take the quilt? Why are you..."

Zuo Hancheng glanced at her and put the exquisite blue box back into her cabinet without hurriedly: "Is this always with me?"

I settled for a while: "Yeah, everything is so expensive. If you lose me, you can’t lose them. When I was in the United States, this little box was always in my drawer. Others thought I didn’t have much. Money, but I don’t know that I actually carry a huge amount of money with me."

Zuo Hancheng chuckled.

Indeed, if anything here is mortgaged by the bank, at least it can give her a house, a car, or anything that requires a large amount of money in the United States, but she has always stayed by her side safely. .

"I'll confiscated the wedding ring first." Zuo Hancheng put one hand in his trouser pocket, and walked over under Anhao's surprised eyes, holding the pair of pierced earrings in his other hand.

"Why confiscate?" Anhao felt that he probably didn't understand the meaning of the word ‘confiscation’.

Zuo Hancheng smiled, his eyes were so high and unpredictable that she could not understand, and when he walked in front of her, he tore off the towel she was covering her head, and Anhao quickly raised her hand to cover her head: "What are you doing? My hair isn't dry yet."

However, in the next instant, Zuo Hancheng's hand was already raised, and he personally put on her small and delicate but extremely valuable earrings.

Anhao raised her hand and touched her ear: "How come I suddenly let me wear this..."

She hadn't touched these things for more than three years, and kept them in the box. Before, she didn't even dare to open them again.

After Zuo Hancheng put on another earring at the same time, he stroked her head with his hand: "Go and wipe your hair, it's still dripping, don't catch a cold."

An Hao listened and hurriedly picked up the towel he had just thrown aside, turned around and walked out quickly, while wiping her hair from time to time, she looked back in the direction behind her and raised her hand to touch the earrings on her ears. .

Is this planning to make the name of Mrs. Left public to the world? Although this pair of stud earrings is the smallest and lowest-key jewellery in the apex of jewellery, as long as she wears it out, she has a feeling of showing off her wealth.

For her poor child who has been habitually abused by others since she was a child, a lot of money is pressing!

After she dried her hair, she rubbed her still damp hair and walked back to the bedroom. Seeing Zuo Hancheng was looking at her wardrobe, she suddenly remembered that her inner clothes and clothes were also in the cabinet, and hurriedly walked over. , Jumped directly to him and blocked the closet.

At the same time, he looked down at the drawer behind him, but fortunately he didn't open the drawer above.

When Zuo Hancheng saw her move, Qingjun's eyebrows were raised slightly, and he looked at her with a smile like nothing, "What do you think I'm looking at?"

"It doesn't matter what you are looking at. Anyway, I have spent the past three years alone. There must be some little secrets that belong to me. You can't just watch and watch." She said that she moved backwards in front of the cabinet. : "I will help you get the quilt, you go out."

Zuo Hancheng licked her lips, but suddenly stretched out her hand to pull her over, Anhao staggered and almost bumped into his arms, hurriedly raising his hand to caress his waist to remind him not to mess around with his waist injury, but left After Hancheng pulled her over, he passed directly beside her, reaching out and picking up some photo frames in her cabinet.

An was taken aback for a moment, then looked back at the photo frame in his hand.

Those are the photos of her going out on an outing with those roommates in the United States during the past three years.

Among them, there are also a few photos of her male classmates who are close to her. Although Anhao is not as rebellious as before, she still has a boyish temperament, so she has only friendship with her and no other ambiguous feelings. Male classmates are often regarded as buddies. There are two photos of her and a male classmate sitting together and eating food very intimately. They were captured by others. When the roommate printed the photo, he found it fun and helped her to print the photo. After I came out, the photos could not be thrown away casually, so Anhao randomly found a photo frame to put it up...

Unexpectedly, I was seen by Zuo Hancheng now, eating intimately with other boys, and then specially framed in a photo frame... It seemed indeed very, very inappropriate.

An is ready to grab it: "Give it back to me!"

However, Zuo Hancheng relied on his height advantage and only raised his arm so slightly. He didn't grab it when he was safe. He could only reach out and grab his arm: "That's just a male student who has a good relationship with me, the kind of pure friendship. , A pure friendship with absolutely no impurities. The photo was printed out by my roommate, so I pretended it, and it didn’t mean anything else. You gave it back to me...Don’t read it..."

After Zuo Hancheng looked at the photos in those frames, he couldn't see the change in expression. He only returned two photos of her and her roommate to her. At the same time, he threw it away. The photo frame of the male student's photo was thrown into the wastebasket by the door.

Anhao saw his move, and she didn't dare to say anything: "Why throw it away? I said that it's just a male classmate who has a very good relationship. You are too tyrannical, Zuo Hancheng..."

A pair of upper left Hancheng glanced at her with low eyes, Anhao's voice suddenly stopped, after thinking about it, she looked at the wastebasket again: "I thought we were divorced, let alone I am in America. It’s just that I have made a few male friends who have a particularly good relationship without any ambiguity. Even if I do have a boyfriend, it’s no surprise. After all, you are the one who touched the divorce agreement. Knowing that she is still a married girl."

Zuo Hancheng's eyes immediately glanced at her: "Married girl?"

The corner of her mouth twitched: "It's not a woman anyway..."

Zuo Hancheng snorted, and once again raised his hand and rubbed her slightly damp hair: "Help me get the quilt, girl."

When the words fell, he turned around and walked out, as if he didn't intend to continue standing next to her cabinet to spy on her little secret in the past three years.

Anhao had an inexplicable heartbeat because of Zuo Hancheng's "maiden" sentence. After standing for a while, he turned and opened the bottom drawer to take out the quilt.