On our third wedding anniversary, my husband, a programmer at a large factory, suddenly said that he had to work overtime to catch up on the progress and could no longer travel with me. But that afternoon, I saw his intern posted a video on WeChat Moments. My husband, who usually doesn't know how to change the lights at home if they break, is repairing a mobile phone for the elderly with a screwdriver. The accompanying text was: "It's good to have a programmer husband. If grandma's phone breaks down, she doesn't have to spend money to repair it." I laughed, liked and commented: "Professional counterpart." As a result, the company group exploded, with 99+ messages guessing when I would explode. When my husband called me, his tone was very cold: "What do you mean by posting that kind of comment? How can Xiaoyu behave in the company?" "Her grandma's phone is broken, so I helped her fix it. What's wrong? People like you, who were raised by your parents, don't understand the sufferings of the world." "Delete the comment quickly, and I will go out with you after the National Day." From May Day to Dragon Boat Festival, now he even misses the annual leave, and even draws pictures? I hung up the phone directly. The annual vacation is over, just after the divorce cooling-off period.
