City: You really want to force me to be a thief, right?

Honk.

Honk.

Toot ......

The phone kept ringing, but it never answered.

Zhang Haipeng felt more and more that something was wrong.

What's the situation?

Can't answer the phone?

For his wife Ma Rongrong, Zhang Haipeng is naturally psychologically aware, he understands very well that Ma Rongrong doesn't love him at all, she married herself, just to get his money.

And he doesn't have any bullshit love for Ma Rongrong, it's just a picture of her young and beautiful body, and the pleasure of greatly satisfying the vanity she brings to herself.

Since marrying Ma Rongrong, every time he goes out with such a young, beautiful and hot wife, his vanity can be greatly satisfied.

It can be said that everything is fine when marrying a woman like Ma Rongrong.

Except for one point-

That is, Zhang Haipeng is particularly afraid that he will be cuckolded!

He understands very well that a woman like Ma Rongrong will definitely attract bees and butterflies outside, so he is very strict with Ma Rongrong, and since she got married, he has never allowed her to spend the night outside.

Don't talk about the night, even if it's a little late with his friends, he will go crazy every once in a while.

And Ma Rongrong is also quite sensible, she has been under his control for the past two years of marriage, and there has been no sign of suspected cheating.

But tonight.

Zhang Haipeng sensitively noticed that something seemed to be wrong.

In the past, as soon as he checked the post, Ma Rongrong would immediately send him a video or a photo to explain who she was with and what she was playing.

But now, not only do I not reply to my messages for half a day and half a day, but my phone calls have never been able to get through

"Your call was not answered......

".

The phone prompt rang quickly, but Ma Rongrong didn't answer at all.

Zhang Haipeng lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

"Damn, this stinky bitch, it can't be that you found a wild man behind my back, right?"

Zhang Haipeng's face was gloomy, and after taking a puff of cigarette, he couldn't help but call Ma Rongrong again.

Honk.

Honk.

Honk.

After the phone rang a few times, there was still no answer.

Zhang Haipeng's face became more and more gloomy.

Just when he thought the call would not work again, finally, the call was connected.

"Hey, wife, what are you doing? Why don't you reply to messages for half a day?".

Seeing that the phone was connected, Zhang Haipeng breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked.

"Oh, husband, I'm doing a Thai massage with my girlfriend, and I haven't looked at my phone all the time. "

"Do you have a massage? I'll take a look at the video. "

"No, our kind of massage is not suitable for video...... Hmmm......

".

"What's the sound?"

"Uh...... I'm here, I'm that masseuse is using too much force, and it hurts me...... Yes...... Okay husband, hang up first, it's inconvenient to call during the massage, bye-bye. "

After Ma Rongrong finished speaking, she hung up directly without waiting for Zhang Haipeng to speak.

Zhang Haipeng frowned.

He always felt that something was wrong.

"Damn, stinky bitch, I have to interrogate you when you come back at night, if you don't explain it to Lao Tzu clearly, you really dare to do something sorry for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu...... Father...... Slot!".

Zhang Haipeng's expression was hideous, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it fiercely.

He knew that his wife Ma Rongrong looked down on him, and Ma Rongrong was a prodigal in her bones, if she didn't keep an eye on it, she would cuckold herself sooner or later.

But if he did, what would he do?

Divorce?

Retaliation?

Or choose to forgive?

......

Bund.

Huangpu Riverside.

Inside the five-star river view suite.

A major war in which Mars collided with the Earth gradually died down.

The room was messy, and all kinds of clothes were thrown everywhere.

The air is full of ambiguity.