In the third year of marriage,
Qiao Anzi filed for divorce from Zhou Yan.
At the dining table, the two of them sat opposite each other.
There was only a divorce agreement on the table.
"Are you sure you've thought about it?"
Zhou Yan took out his pen and asked lightly before signing.
Qiao Anzi nodded without hesitation.
"I want to know, what are the grounds for divorce?"
Zhou Yan asked her calmly.
"You're boring, especially in bed."
Qiao Anzi raised her chin proudly and emphasized the last two words.
After seeing Zhou Yan frown,
She got her wish and let out a bad breath.
God knows that in the past three years, every time I was in bed, I let her punch and kick me.
He just kept his head down and worked hard without saying a word.
Not interesting at all, too old-fashioned to die for
It's no different from what he does on a daily basis.
Qiao Anzi felt that she had had enough.
Before Qiao Anzi went out with the signed divorce agreement,
Zhou Yan spoke again: "I have one last question."
He raised his head, looked at her figure, and asked seriously
"After the divorce, will you come back for dinner?"
Qiao Anzi: "... I'm sick."
Then the slamming of the door closed was deafening.
In the huge empty room, Zhou Yan was silent for a long time, then took out his mobile phone and started searching one by one: "What should I do if my wife doesn't come home for dinner after the divorce?
"Why does my wife suddenly dislike the food cooked by her husband? "
"Can I get divorced without leaving home? "
"How to make someone interesting"
"..."
Purpose: Promote socialist values
