Now, they are sitting across from each other in an extremely romantic cafe. The atmosphere in the cafe is warm, peaceful and ambiguous. It is a dating place for lovers. It is estimated that only the number of people who come to such a place to discuss divorce is
Red and Qin Huan are such a weird couple.
Red's eyes were slightly gloomy. He moved his lips and then said slowly: "Huanhuan, if you don't like it, I can ask someone to change it."
"I'm not satisfied anywhere."
Qin Huan raised her eyes slightly and looked at him quietly. Her eyes were always indifferent, but in this indifference, there was no biting hatred and vicissitudes of life, only calmness, as calm as if she was treating a person.
The stranger was so calm that even Red felt his heart palpitate.
In the past, at least there was hatred, but now... there is nothing left.
This painful marriage lasted for five years. Why wasn't he afraid that a day like today would come?
Yes, he was just afraid. He was just afraid that from now on, he would never be able to appear in Qin Huan's world again. He would no longer be related to her, no longer bound to her, just like two strangers. Among all living beings, there would only be a trace of each other.
The fate of passing by.
Qin Huan continued, "Don't bother me. I don't need anything. You don't need to give me anything."
"Huanhuan, I just hope you can live well in the future!"
Red's hands were clenched tightly, but she spoke very quickly. She did have money and fame now, but all the money she earned was used to pay for Chi Heng's father's illness and support Chi's mother.
She spends not a single cent of her life on herself. It can be said that she lives a very simple and limited life. Therefore, she must ensure sufficient inspiration and conceive and write all year round. But how can it be so easy to write excellent works?
?Writing a masterpiece in one year is already very impressive. One year's income cannot guarantee her life at all.
He wanted her to live a happier life than anyone else, be more comfortable than anyone else, and have no worries than anyone else.
"What about you?"
Qin Huan did not refute his words, but replied calmly as if she had not heard him.
Red was stunned for a moment, not expecting that she would actually ask him, but then he smiled, "I'm single and a widower, so there's nothing to worry about. Besides, I have hands and feet and I won't starve to death."
Qin Huan nodded, "Me too. I have hands and feet, and I won't starve to death."
Red was speechless all of a sudden.
To be honest, it is not a wise thing to argue with an author! I will get stuck in a sentence or two.
Red picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip casually to hide his embarrassment and panic. The coffee was full of bitterness as soon as he took it into his mouth. He frowned slightly, but in the end he swallowed it slowly.
He has never liked bitter things. Even when he drinks coffee, he will add many packets of sugar until it is sweet. Qin Huan likes to drink black coffee. The more bitter the more he likes it. Over time, he has become accustomed to ordering black coffee.
Occasionally he would drink it. Now, he felt that even if he didn't drink it, his mouth would be full of bitterness.
He gave her all his money so that she could spend his money in the future. This was his last selfish intention, but she wouldn't give it to him at this point.
Yes, Qin Huan, who was ruthless towards Red, was the real Qin Huan. Even when he was about to die, she never shed a tear for him. What else could he not understand?
Who asked him to be a bitch and fall in love with a woman who has another man in her heart? And he is so sure of it, but he hopes that she will change her heart. It's really ridiculous.