Seven years ago, she dropped out of school to accompany him in starting a business. He said, "When the company goes public, I will organize the grandest wedding in the city for you."
Seven years later, he took his mistress into her consulting room and asked, "How will the divorce property be divided?"
She didn't take off her glasses or shake her hands.
Just push the card machine over
"Mr. Zhou, my consulting fee is 63,000 yuan - exactly the tuition fee you owed me back then."
He swiped his card without recognizing her.
The moment the old notes popped up in the address book, he finally remembered that he had saved a name called "Wanwan".
That was someone he had deleted for seven years but still couldn't bear to empty the recycle bin.
And locked in her drawer was the equity commitment letter he signed seven years ago but never fulfilled.
And a pot of recordings that should have been thrown away long ago, but were set in the cloud disk to be automatically deleted after 30 days.
——It turned out that he had set up automatic cleaning.
——I just didn't want to delete it.
Just like he was reluctant to change his password, he was reluctant to change his number, and he was reluctant to forget the back of her standing by the rental window waiting for him that winter.
But she had already washed the curtains on that window.
In the past seven years, she had not been waiting for him to come back.
What she was waiting for was for him to walk in and hand the knife to her with his own hands.
Now, the knife is in hand.
